I woke up the following morning in Trent’s arms. For a moment, I didn’t recognize where I was, but it all started to finally come back to me. He was happily snoring away, and I smiled and just watching him from a few inches away.

He finally opened his eyes a few minutes later, returning my smile with his own confident, cocky grin.

“You hungry?” He asked.

“Little bit.”

Trent nuzzled me closer, stretching his arms out with a yawn and letting them pull me tighter against his body. He rested on his back, and I slid into position against his chest.

I could feel his morning wood against me, and I wondered how his cock could stay this hard and rigid all the freaking time.

“We don’t really have much,” he mentioned, staring up at the ceiling. “We need to take one hell of a shopping trip.”

I nodded.

He lifted my chin and tried to kiss me, but I pressed a finger against his lips.

“Mm-mm,” I shook my head.

“What? What’s the matter?”

I turned away. “I’m a dragon in the mornings.”

It took Trent a second, but he realized what I was saying. With a mischievous growl, he pulled my face close anyway, tugging me into a loving kiss.

“Eh, fuck dragon breath,” he laughed.

My hand brushed his weapon, and his chuckles faded away to hungry, monstrous need.

“Nuh-uh,” I coyly commanded, watching him carefully with raised eyebrows and a slightly open grin. “You’re going to be good if you want this taken care of…”

I began to stroke him slowly.

He started to move forward, but I stopped.

“No…you want this, you’re listening to me…”

He growled hungrily, his eyes red-hot with pulsating need that stretched all the way down to the hammering, throbbing vein of his cock.

“That’s right,” I murmured, stroking him harder now. “You just lay back and let me take care of you…”

I lowered my lips to his weapon…

An hour later, we were freshly showered – together, of course – and in his Dodge Viper convertible. As he zipped in and out of traffic with the top down, we sailed along towards downtown.

After phoning in an order directly to the manager, we stopped in for breakfast at a small French café. Trent pulled a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses on, and we took our seat outside in the patio area.

A waitress brought us our food, smiling knowingly.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked him.

He flashed a small, cocky grin.

“Act like you know me,” he chuckled. “The paparazzi just love a random sighting on the streets, either from a cell phone pic or their own cameras. And I have a reputation for being…somewhat private.”

“Can’t see where anyone would get that impression,” I remarked as I took a bite out of a delicious, buttery croissant.

“One wrong move, one word out of context, and I could be sitting on a scandal that might burn me alive,” Trent replied. “My band is a bit of an anomaly in the pop world these days, and the others have been getting into the wrong kind of attention. Public intoxication. Caught on camera with a girl and a hotel room balcony. Shit like that.”

“And you’re spotless.”

“I’m a disaster waiting to happen,” Trent laughed. “I could fall into a serious heap of trouble. Last thing I want to do is that…anything that would jeopardize their livelihoods. So, I try to keep clean in public. Now, within the safety of my own home…”

“You get filthy,” I replied knowingly.

“With the proper company, definitely.”

I sipped from my coffee, dwelling on this.

“You’re sweeter than people think.”

“You wanna run that one past me again?” He tilted his head, crossing his arms and smiling cockily at me.

“No, I mean it,” I insisted. “That night that I watched you perform, I saw how you stepped down at the end to let them all have the spotlight alone. And you’re careful in public because you’re the most prominent member of the group, right? So if they get into some small trouble, that’s just the guitarist or the drummer getting up to mischief. But if it’s you, then the paparazzi might have something juicy to seriously impact your band members.”

“Well…yeah,” he sheepishly admitted. “Honestly, I’ve never been the type to look out for number one. When I rise and reap the rewards, I take care of my own. I’m fine being Team Grandpa so that they can get up to trouble that doesn’t directly hurt the rest of us.”

I nodded as I took another bite.

He can be a cocky bastard…

Possessive, dominating, quick to anger…

But he can also be a seriously upstanding man.

“And people say men are simple,” I smiled.

“People are wrong,” he grinned back, a toothy, cocky grin stretching across his face.

After breakfast was over, we headed further into town on the rest of our trip. The sun was high in the sky as he took me straight to a few luxury-clothing stores.

As he followed me inside, I turned quizzically.

“You’re coming in? I couldn’t imagine that watching me try on outfits all afternoon is going to be terribly exciting. Anything in town you need to do?”

Trent smiled wickedly, his cap and glasses still on.

“Seriously? There’s nothing I’d rather do than watch you try on all sorts of sexy little outfits for me.”

And so the afternoon went on.

I piled up on clothes, always being careful to pick only a couple of things. It was only at his insistence that I stopped bugging out at the price tags.

As I continued being modest, he shook his head and snatched a few tops, shorts, or leggings off of racks and added them to my arms. When it came time to try everything on, the garments he had chosen looked great on me – and they were even the right size.

He certainly had a good eye.

I’d always been way more jeans and a tee than cute sundress, but I had to admit that I liked how these outfits hung on my body. It was something special to see myself change under the mirror to someone who could embrace who I was, rather than improvise with thrift store jeans and old shirts from years ago.

I poked out from the dressing room, doing a slight twirl for him in a silky black dress he’d plucked from a rack.

“How do I look?”

“Positively ravishing,” he nodded. “I’d tear into you right here and now if I could.”

I could feel myself blush a little.

I still wasn’t used to so much attention.

“He’s right,” a passing attendant commented. “That’s a fantastic look for you. Although…I would prefer that you didn’t do that in my store.”

Trent and I shared a smile, and the attendant started to walk away before she paused, peering at him closely. Recognition flashed across her face, all of a sudden.

“You’re…Trent Masters?”

Trent instantly looked displeased, glancing over at her from beneath the concealment of his glasses and hat.

“I’m very surprised you noticed me.”

“It’s the voice,” she smiled. “Although you always wear the same hat and glasses everywhere, so you kind of stick out.”

He grumbled, and I stifled a laugh.

“It’s a huge pleasure to meet you. I’m Jamie – I’m a really big fan of your band! I just love Extra Kings from your EP!”

I disappeared back into my dressing room as they briefly chatted, although Trent looked highly uncomfortable to have been spotted.

I went ahead and redressed in my street clothes, packed everything up, and stepped back outside.

He turned and rose to smile at me, but I spotted the attendant a short distance away. She was trying to inconspicuously snap a smartphone picture of us.

“Wait… that girl…”

Trent followed my line of sight, and caught her fumbling to hide the phone. Angrily, he stomped over towards her and held his hand out.

“Phone. Now.”

She looked like a deer, caught in headlights.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I saw you,” he explained. “She saw you. Delete whatever pictures you just took of us, right this fucking minute...or I’m finding the number to your district manager.”

“Okay, fine, fine, calm down,” she muttered self-importantly, pulling her phone back out. She swiped to her photos app and showed us the pictures.

It was four or five shots of him sitting there, and then one of me coming out and him standing. His hat had slipped a little, exposing enough of his hair to reasonably identify him.

“Delete them,” he growled.

“Maybe I don’t want to,” she insisted suddenly.

He whipped his glasses off, glaring down into her eyes. I could see her visibly shrink under his fiery gaze.

“Delete them right this fucking minute, or I’ll have your goddamn job in under five minutes,” he glowered. “You had one chance to meet your idol, as you so put it a few minutes ago, and you royally fucked it up. Now I know who you are, and I’m pissed.

“So, delete those fucking pictures in front of me or, so help me god, I will show you why you never want to meet your heroes.”

Her lower lip trembled.

The poor girl looked like she was about to break down into a heaving fit of tears.

Instead, with trembling hands, she deleted the pictures in front of us.

“Good,” he finally whispered. “The worst part was, I was gonna hook you up with some backstage passes for the next tour. But now? Fuck it, and fuck you.”

She was still standing there, speechlessly, as we strolled towards the nearest counter. As I walked quickly beside him, holding what was probably thousands of dollars in clothes, Trent slipped his glasses back on without a single word.