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)
“Here, make yourself useful,” Bishop says, handing Jag his guitar.
He then places an arm around my shoulders and tugs me into his side. He’s hot and sweaty, but I don’t pull away. Without another word, he turns and leads us to his dressing room.
We step inside and he closes the door behind us, firmly shutting everyone else out. A clear sign that he’s not interested in guests tonight. Well, with the exception of me.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to take a shower,” he says, moving toward the bathroom while pulling his shirt off.
His back is droolworthy. The way his muscles play beneath his tanned skin has my mouth watering. He has a tattoo on his back.
It’s of music notes rising out of the flames like a ribbon reaching for his left shoulder. It looks 3D and so realistic. I bite my lip and turn away to take a seat on the couch.
I get lost in looking through the footage I have on my phone. I find myself replaying the “Perfection” song again. It’s the little details about me that take the song to the next level.
The beauty mark under my left ear, the fact that I have a dimple on the right but not the left side of my face. His description of my eye color and the little mark on my right sclera—again, his attention to detail shows through. Yet, it’s not just the details.
It’s the fact that he’s calling it all perfection. Something he wants to cherish as his own. I can’t get the feeling in the lyrics out of my head.
“Did you like it?”
I look up from my phone to find Bishop with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp, hanging down his back. I nearly swallow my tongue.
His torso is chiseled more than I ever would have thought. The V reaching out of the towel is deliciously sexy. So is the little trail of hair that disappears into the towel.
“Um… yes,” I say huskily. I swallow and clear my throat. “It was beautiful.”
His lips turn up in the corners, his eyes sparkling. “Like what you see, Saga?” he says in a dangerously sexy voice.
“I… you. You’re in great shape. I think your fans would love to see you like this,” I stammer out.
If possible, his smile turns even more wicked. Pushing a hand into his damp hair, he gives me a sin-filled, sensual look and strikes a pose.
“Go ahead. Let’s give them something to talk about,” he says, his voice dropping low.
“Seriously?”
“Why not?” he says and licks his lips.
I’m only stunned for a moment before I lift my phone and start to snap pictures. The mirror at his back provides the perfect backdrop, allowing me to get his back and front. In one swift move, he releases the towel, clutching it tightly in front of his most intimate place.
My lips part and I draw in a deep breath. My finger shakes as I go to click a few more shots. I lower the phone and stare into those blue eyes.
“Those last ones are only for you,” he says with a wink, pulling his towel back around his waist.
I look away without responding. I keep myself busy loading the pics and videos to his page. His Instagram account goes nuts as soon as I load the pics of him in his towel.
His laugh rings out, causing me to look up at him sitting in the chair before the vanity. He’s spinning back and forth, carefree, with his phone in his hands. I force myself not to look up his towel, but damn, I want to.
“I guess sex does sell. Look at this. My phone is going crazy,” he chuckles.
“You have to be used to this by now,” I say.
“Not the way you would think,” he replies and shrugs. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been… normal. I think that’s why I like having you around. You still don’t fall all over me. I’m just Bishop to you. Not Bishop Love.”
I think on his words for a bit. That must be hard. Not having people take you for more than an onstage persona. I’ve seen the way people become awestruck when he’s around.
“I think I’m enjoying getting to know the man behind it all. You seem like a pretty decent guy to me,” I say.
“Saga, the things I haven’t shown you yet,” he says with a sexy grin.
“Unfortunately, since the tour and my contract are up in three weeks, there’s a lot I won’t be seeing,” I toss back.
He gives me a curious look but doesn’t say anything. A knock sounds on the door before I can ask about it. He stands, grabs a pair of jeans and tugs them on under his towel. The knock sounds again as he tosses the towel around his neck and moves to the door.