Chapter 3

Chelsea listened to Reid’s message. It was barely five in the morning, and already the slave master calleth. She groaned and shook her head, trying to clear the fog of sleepiness from it. “Go check on Colt, make sure he’s sober. He has a press meeting in a couple of hours.”

She stumbled from her bed, in her cotton shorts PJs. Without thinking, she staggered towards the door, picking up the suite key from off the side table as she went. She pulled her room door open and walked out into the hall, crossed the short distance and opened the suite door. The living room was empty. Colt’s door was slightly ajar, so she walked over and stopped to listen. There was snoring coming from the room.

Gently, she pushed the door. As it swung open, she froze. What she saw made her heart start beating wildly in her chest, and her face became as red as her grandmother’s cranberry sauce. Her cheeks burned while her knees threatened to buckle.

He was coming from the bathroom, with a towel rubbing his hair. What made her eyes pop was that he was in his birthday suit, and his cock was standing erect, pointing straight at her! She tried to take her eyes away, but she’d never seen anything so daunting and yet so … perfect. No, her inner voice said. You’ve never seen any … not adult ones anyway. The last time she’d seen a penis was on her cousin Ron. He was seven years old and liked to run the yard naked. Other than him, only babies little wieners she’d seen.

Her mouth opened, and her eyes examined the spectacle before her. Her brain recorded it like a camcorder. The foreskin was rolled back exposing the pink rounded tip. He had some bulges running the length of it. If that thing wasn’t a foot long … she stopped thinking … no, I need to stop looking.

With much force, she tore her eyes from it and looked up. Her eyes made four with Colt’s. She was not wearing her glasses, so she wasn’t sure of the expression on his face. All she could tell was that his eyes held her captive for what seemed like eons. She stood, her chest heaving with the heavy breaths she took.

When he dropped his eyes to her chest, she looked away, and that was when she saw the women sprawled on the bed. They were naked. The brunette opened her eyes and blinked her chocolate eyes sleepily. The blonde turned and groaned in her sleep.

“What do you want?” he finally asked. His tone was venomous.

She swallowed and took a steadying breath. “Re-Reid sent m-me. He said you have a meeting,” she replied, trying to avoid his eyes and his muscled torso.

He made a grunting sound and waved his hand. When she didn’t move, he looked at her and moved his head to the side with his brow cocked. She got the signal and backed away, closing the door behind her.

“Jeez,” she breathed, while placing a hand on her pounding heart. “Oh God!”

Her feet wobbled, but they carried her back safely to the haven of her own room. She showered and got ready for work. However, every turn she made, she saw Colt’s body. Chelsea had to stop several times and shake her head, trying to rid the imprint on her brain.

She had no idea how she was to face him now. The very idea of seeing him made her knees week and her stomach churn. It reminded her of her first day on the job. When she tried to forget Colt, his friends would pop into her mind. The two naked bodies sprawled on the covers. She remembered how pretty they were and their full breasts and curved hips.

Absently, as she dressed, she placed both hands on her breasts and looked in the mirror. She wasn’t sure if they were too big or too small. She usually wore clothes that covered her well. Her parents never saw the need to make her buy clothes that would accentuate her body. They said a modest and chaste woman should cover herself.

“Am I modest and chaste?’ she whispered to her reflection in the mirror.

Colt’s manhood flashed before her again, and she felt a strange spark in her belly bottom. She’d never felt it before and thought that perhaps it was time for breakfast. By the time she left her room, it was close to seven. It was almost time for Colt’s press meeting in the conference room of the hotel. She waited for fifteen minutes. That would give them time to get there before her so she would not have to deal with him. Moreover, she would know when they were already there by Reid texting or calling her phone.

The phone began to ring, and her heart started galloping like her Uncle Will’s mule, Charlie.

* * * *

Tara and Brittany dressed and left after Chelsea barged in. Colt felt the anger rise in his stomach at the thought of her invading his privacy. The girl clearly did not know boundaries. Somehow, in the midst of his fury, he chuckled at the look on her face when she saw him.

Her mouth had fallen open and her emerald eyes … he’d never seen eyes like hers. They widened and sparkled as she stared at him in obvious shock. He was about to call the ambulance because he thought she would have a stroke. Then his eyes dropped to her breasts. It wasn’t intentional. She was breathing so hard, he thought she was hyperventilating. What he saw must be a mistake. There was no way she had those pair of racks on her. They were full and defined beneath the cotton top of her PJs. And her legs, they were slender and well-defined, nothing like he’d have imagined on a country mouse like her.

They were now in the conference room, and he was seated behind his microphone. Reid was seated a few chairs away with the boys nearest to him. He looked and scanned the room. She wasn’t there. The press people were getting ready with their questions so he poised himself for whatever answer he could offer.

He hated these things. People always got up and were much too personal with their questions. They wanted to know about his past, his present, and his freaking future as if that made a difference in their fracking lives. He shuffled uncomfortably in his chair and then by sheer instinct, he looked up, and she was coming through the doors. Her shoulder was hunched, and she clutched a folder to her chest.

His eyes followed her as she skirted the back and paused for a moment. She seemed to be looking for someone. She caught sight of Reid and scuttled over, placing the file in front of him. His eyes immediately fell to her breast, and he shook his head. He knew he’d seen wrong. She was wearing a loose navy jacket that hung from her shoulders unattractively and hid whatever was beneath it. Still, if she had the racks he saw that morning, there was no way she could hide them so easily.

He was about to look away when someone with a cup of coffee bumped into her. He could hear her shrill cry of pain from where he was sitting. The man apologized and offered her a handkerchief. Reid was beside her in an instant, and Tony stood as if he wanted to go to her.

The entire front of the jacket was soaked. Reid spoke to her, and he wriggled out of the thing. He was only still looking because he had nothing to do, and that was the current point of action.

However, when she took the jacket off, his mouth gaped, much the way hers had hung that very morning. She was wearing a thin white cotton shirt, which the coffee had soaked through as well. With a cry of dismay, she clutched the jacket to her chest and made her way back out of the hall.

Colt blinked and followed her with his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he’d seen. She was now a complete enigma to him. What the hell? How does she hide those so well?

“What’s the matter?” Tony asked. “You okay man?”

“Hmm,” he murmured with a nod.

What he wanted to do was shake the memory of Chelsea’s full mounds from his mind. He knew he had to get rid of the thought. It didn’t make sense. The girl was a nerd, with her large round rimmed glasses. Her schoolmarm bun on top of her head and her straight as arrow plaid skirts completely threw him off.

“So Colt, we heard you wrote a new song,” a man’s voice dragged his mind away from the nerd girl. He looked up and saw a reporter holding his recorder out. “Could you tell us what the song is about?”

Chelsea didn’t know if she should punch the man or thank him. On the one hand, the hot coffee scorched her. Although by the time it soaked her jacket it had cooled somewhat, her breasts were red and burning. On the other hand, she had the excuse of not being in the same room as Colt. She was not ready to face him. Her shame at seeing his nakedness was too much!

Then there were the flashes of memories that made her flush every time. How was she not able to train her mind not to think about him? After a few hours, the girls were a thing of the past, but not Colt. He was the one person she wanted never to think about. Briefly, she wished she hadn’t taken the job.

She changed and waited in her room until the press conference was over. In the meantime, she ordered breakfast, watched television and organized their itinerary. In just one day, she’d have her first concert experience with the band. Her mind ran across Molly and her promise to get her into the concert.

Now that she was on Colt’s bad side, how was she to do that? A light bulb went off. Tony! He was the nice one. Mike, Cory, and Andrew were okay, but she hadn’t officially spoken to them. She’d only seen them in passing. She could ask Reid, but he was just too austere for her taste. He’d probably have her buy her own tickets to come into work. No, Reid was out of the question. Tony was the answer.

By the time she finished contemplating her move, she heard them come back. Someone knocked her door, and she thought it was Reid. The knocking was soft, but he had been nice to her when the coffee drenched her. It was a surprise that he’d spoken to her so calmly. She recalled the conversation.

“Are you alright?” he had asked.

“I-I well,” she’d stuttered.

“Don’t worry, go get changed and wait for us in the room,” he’d said. “This won’t take long.”

She walked to the door and pulled it open. Tony was standing there with concern etched on his face. They stared at each other a moment. When she looked across the hall, her eyes made contact with Colt’s. He looked at her strangely and then went inside the suite, closing the door behind him.

“Are you okay?” Tony asked.

She shook Colt from her mind and replied, “Yes, thank you.”

“Good, I was worried you were hurt,” he said, giving his head a slight shake. “So are you coming to the suit? Reid is waiting for us.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she answered quietly.

Tony moved off, and she closed the door. She felt pleased that he’d checked in on her, but that look Colt gave her as he went inside the door, rested on her mind. What was it? She could not figure it out. It seemed the man hated her. Perhaps he was upset that she saw him naked and knew how disgusting his sex life was. She’d heard of these things but never knew anyone who actually slept with two people at the same time.

She paced her room for a while, knowing that Reid must be looking at his watch and wondering where she was. She knew he’d either come get her or soon her phone would ring. She paced for another thirty seconds, inducing all the courage she could muster.

She walked, albeit, on wobbly knees to the main suit. There was a lot of work to do, arranging post-concert press meetings and television appearances. There was one radio show and several charity events Reid wanted them to attend before they left for New Jersey.

When she reached the door, her mouth suddenly felt dry. As she reached to open it, her hand shook and her heart raced like the speedboat she’d seen once at a boat race festival. Tentatively, she pushed the door and entered, keeping her eyes down. Her peripheral view told her there were only two people in the room, and she sighed with relief.

She raised her head, thinking one of the people was Tony and came into contact with hard hazel eyes. She never knew hazel eyes could be so scary. He was looking intensely at her, and she cringed, wanting to run back through the door.

“Chelsea, do you have anything to wear other than those clothes?” Reid bombarded her with the question so fiercely that she jumped.

“What do you mean?” she asked, surprised her voice was so steady.

“You need a cocktail dress. There’s an event tonight, and you need to be there with Colt and Tony. I’ll be with the other boys at the teen splash giving out T-shirts. It’s more important he’s at the event.”

“I’ll take her shopping,” Tony’s voice relaxed her. He entered the room and took a seat on the beige sofa.

Colt was leaning against the wall near his room eyeing her. He hadn’t spoken since she entered, but he wore a grimace that told her he was not pleased with her.

“Good,” Reid was saying. “Now off you two, make sure she gets something nice. And do something with the hair.”

Reid tossed Tony a credit card, and he stood. She chanced a look at Colt, and he was scowling at them both. She came to one conclusion. He hated her. She didn’t mind that since she didn’t like him much either. This new discovery was what she needed to get his physique out of her mind. She forced him out and mentally scrubbed her brain, pretending she was using toothpaste and Listerine to rid the germs from it.

“Good,” she whispered.

“You say something?” Tony asked as they headed to the door.

She shook her head and feigned a smile. “No.”