Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I tilt my head to the side and study him back. He smells so good. I have to fight not to lean in and inhale deeply.
You know when you find that one scent to place in your space that always welcomes you home? That fragrance that welcomes you in, no matter where you are and teleports you right back to your living room or bedroom or whatever your favorite room in your home is. That’s how Bishop smells.
I frown to myself. Maybe it’s time I go to bed. My thoughts aren’t helping me see this man as I should.
“Um, so good night,” I say and force a yawn.
He smiles and nods at me. “Yeah, good night.”
And just like that, his eyes take on that look. I smile as this is a reminder of why I’m here. His music.
Nothing will happen between us because I’m only here to do my job, get home, and be a muse for the music. I don’t need to think too deeply about any of this.
With those thoughts clear in my head, I climb into bed and under the sheets. I’m Saga Marie Walden, I don’t jump into relationships with random men and I don’t do casual sex.
CHAPTER 6
Detroit
Saga
The energy, the pulse of the music through the floor that’s flowing up through my body, the sheer excitement pulsing through the screaming crowd—this is insane. I’m so far out of my depths. I’m used to being in a corporate office calling the shots, creating and launching campaigns from my desk.
I never had to think about the details and work that goes into something like a major concert like this. There are so many pieces to it all. Bishop has insisted on having me glued to his hip for the entire day. My new phone is full of footage from throughout the setup and sound check.
I can’t wait to get this all up on the band’s social media and Bishop’s personal profile. I have so many ideas for moving his campaign forward. After the huge signing bonus that hit my bank account, I have a bit of extra motivation.
“Detroit, you’ve been great. I was hoping I could try a little something new out on you,” Bishop says into the mic with that sexy voice of his.
My nipples tighten against my bra as he speaks to the crowd but turns to look at me, waiting in the wings. He winks and turns back to his fans. I lick my lips and lean into his words.
“I’ve started my new album and I’m thinking of calling it Love Notes.” A sexy grin comes to his lips as he looks at me again.
He gives me a lazy once-over and my heart nearly lurches from my chest. I move aside as Joey, one of the young roadies, rushes Lucie out to Bishop. Bishop takes a seat on the stool another guy just placed next to him. He takes Lucie and strums a few notes.
“I hope you guys like this first song. I’m quite pleased with it,” he says in a husky tone that has my panties suddenly moist.
I mean, look at him. He’s already a big man, but as he stands on stage, his presence seems to take over everything. He’s larger than life up there.
Even as he looks all sweaty, his hair sticking to his face and his T-shirt clinging to his wet skin. It looks as if someone drenched him with a bucket of water.
He begins to play the intro. It’s a soft melody that feels like a caress. I’m captivated before he opens his mouth.
Not like I’ve been all night as I watched and listened to his set. No, this is different. These notes are calling for my soul. Just as his voice does when he begins to sing and the band joins in.
I’ve been wanting more. Craving, needing something new
Life is hollow when it’s centered around yourself
That’s what I told the reflection in the mirror
Looking into the future, trying to draw the answer nearer
Then came you
The answer I didn’t know I needed but exactly what I wanted
I want you
In ways I’ve never wanted anyone else
So help me understand, what is it you want in a man?
Cause I need to be him, I want to be…him—
Is it romance?
We can dance under the stars, I’ll bring my guitar
Sing you songs from the heart. Could that be a start?
I promise to do my part—
Do you think you can let me in?
Just tell me where to begin—
I know I said I didn’t want to get involved with him if I was working for him. But I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t grown intrigued by this man in the last two days. My mind travels back to him humming this exact tune as I was signing my contract. His eyes sparkled with mischief the whole time. Now, I think I get why.