I suffered through a morning of painful lessons and was going to tell Peg I didn’t think this idea was working out.

She’d underestimated my star power, not that it gave me a big head or anything. I was just her little brother when I was in Seattle, after all.

But damn, it really messed with the students.

First lesson of the morning was a teenage girl who couldn’t breathe.

I mean she literally hyperventilated and needed to run out to her mother and grab an inhaler.

Her mother turned out to be just as star struck as the daughter and made more than a few jokes about being a cougar.

It got awkward. But I was used to it.

The girl didn’t even pull her guitar out of the case, but she got me to sign it…and the case…and her phone case. And a few more items of her mother’s. And I ended up taking a selfie with her.

That ate up the whole forty five minutes.

The second lesson was an older guy, in his thirties. I didn’t think he’d be that overwhelmed seeing me but I was wrong.

He pulled his guitar out of the case after a little small talk about the weather and promptly held it backwards. Without looking down, he drew his hand across the smooth surface of the back, looked down, and began to stammer.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” he said and gulped nervously.

“It’s okay, man, I do it all the time,” I lied. I didn’t, but I really wanted to get back to my roots and teach this guy a riff or two.

I’d started playing the guitar really early on, I’d been drawn to it from a young age.

When I was in high school I’d been allowed to earn a little extra cash giving lessons through the school’s music department.

Most of the time I’d get rolled for my cash the minute it was light’s out at the group home, but eventually I’d saved enough to buy my very first guitar.

I’d been forced to keep it at school, but it had allowed me to practice constantly and become the success I became.

This guy? He’d probably never become a rock star but he didn’t have to feel humiliated by making a stupid move like that.

“Sure you do,” he said and flipped the guitar around. He positioned his hands, I prepared myself to hear him play, but he stopped as his fingers hit the strings. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

I nodded and said, “Go ahead.”

I was fully expecting him to ask something technical or maybe about becoming a successful musician, but he didn’t.

He looked at me, grinned, and said, “What’s it like to bang a super model?”

And that’s how that lesson ended. Awkwardly and with me not in the mood to discuss my partying and sleeping around.

He left after I signed a few items, but he left disappointed because I wouldn’t give him intimate details about my short, hot, and very public relationship with Serena Adams, Victoria’s Secret model of the year.

Two more disastrous lessons along the same line left me wondering why the hell I’d agreed to this in the first place.

Peg was thrilled though, her store was packed and she was obviously selling more than usual to the people showing up to get a glimpse of Gavin Pierce.

I had to stick it out, I couldn’t leave her hanging, not when word of my presence had gone viral.

And not when she needed the business.

I sighed and went for a short break. I downed a cup of black coffee and looked at the lesson sheet.

Chloe Kingston was up next, and I braced myself for some hyper, lusty young thing with bright blonde hair and tits hanging out of her crop top.

That’s what the name brought up in my mind, at least.

I opened the lesson room door, stepped inside and did a double take.

She was stunning.

Absolutely fucking stunning.

She was dark haired with warm brown eyes that shone with intelligence as she looked me up and down.

She recognized me, that was obvious in the way that she flinched slightly, but she was cool and composed about it.

Her long hair was silky straight and drawn back into a simple pony tail. She was athletic with gorgeous, huge breasts that took every ounce of concentration for me to not ogle openly.

She was dressed simply in a tight pale pink sweater and a pair of blue jeans with knee high leather boots overtop.

She sat perched on the edge of the chair holding her guitar awkwardly, and I got the distinct impression that she wasn’t musically inclined.

She was coiled and tense, and would need to be taught to relax and let the music come through her.

I touched her hands to help her hold the guitar and it felt odd to me.

A little jolt in my gut, a sudden realization that I wanted to fuck Chloe Kingston.

Not fuck, like with the super models and fan girls I’d banged over the years, but something different.

I wanted to know her, to touch her how she wanted to be touched…to find out as much as I could about her and see her loosen up. See what was behind those guarded eyes of hers.

“Now draw your fingers across the strings,” I told her once she was holding the guitar with more ease. “Feel the vibrations of the tones through the instrument, you can feel the music in your body once you get it really going.”

She looked down and her thick eyelashes fanned across her cheeks. I detected the lightest blush of embarrassment there in the pink flush that heated them.

And fuck, I was overcome with the sudden urge to make her want me.

To make her go crazy and beg for my cock like all the other girls I see everywhere I go.

Why wasn’t she unsettled by my presence?

Couldn’t she feel how intensely our bodies responded to each other?

I could barely concentrate on watching her fingers, my eyes kept sweeping up and across to the swell of her breasts.

“Is that enough?” she asked, taking a deep breath that made those gorgeous tits rise.

I jerked my eyes up to look at her. “That’s a good start.”

I leaned forward again and placed my hand over hers on the neck of the instrument. Her fingers were slender and elegant and I wondered how they’d look wrapped around the my cock, jerking me slowly as I lifted her sweater and—

“What should I do?” she asked, breaking into my little fantasy.

It was my turn to be unsettled.

I swallowed and focused, swallowed and focused again and walked her through the motions of learning the instrument while ignoring the nagging sensation that was growing in the back of my head.

I was going to get Chloe interested in me.

I might only have a two or three weeks, but I would crack her code and get her begging for me like every other woman I knew.

I couldn’t leave Seattle unless I did.