"Hello Jerry!"

Nick winked at Marley who was sitting across the back of the limo looking nervous. Marley looked nervous a lot lately. Nick considered it part of his job to keep his cousin on his toes.

Maybe he'd take him on vacation after the tour. Someplace hedonistic. Get him a massage. He'd earned it.

"Nick! Saw you tonight- great job!"

"Thanks Jerry. It was all due to my new A&R girl. She's brilliant, if you didn't know."

"Sabrina's great. But I got to ask, man- was that true what you said?"

"Now come on Jerry, you know I don't kiss and tell."

"Like hell I do!"

Jerry Dermott owned the whole label. And a telecom company. And a small island. He and Nick went way back. Nick had made him his first million.

Never mind the boat loads of cash he'd made for the bastard since then.

That's how Nick knew he was going to get what he wanted from him today.

"Strictly off the record, it was a bit of a fib. I've got to keep my reputation up, don't I?"

Jerry laughed.

"I bet you'll get an earful from her tomorrow."

"No, she was there with me. She's strictly professional- too bad for me!"

Jerry laughed even louder at that. He was quite the skirt chaser himself back in the day. Nothing even close to Nick's epic list of conquests, but nobody really stood a chance against him in that department.

"What can I do for you, Nick?"

"That's the thing. I'm really concerned about this upcoming tour, the appearances, everything. Since Sabrina has done such a good job so far, I would feel much more comfortable if she were there with me. In person."

He grinned at Marley who was gaping at him. He looked like a fish.

"For the entire tour."

"Hmmm… I'm not sure she's going to like that, Nick. You're not her only client you know."

"Ah, but Jerry, I should be, shouldn't I? Plus, she can do some scouting. I have an opening act or two in every major city in Europe, and that's just the first leg of the trip."

"That's not a bad idea… but it's a long way to go to find new talent."

Nick could sense that the wily old bastard was wavering.

"I would really feel so much more comfortable with her as my handler. Otherwise, who knows if I can keep track of all the promotional appearances she so carefully lined up for me? I might just- not show- or even worse- I might show up tanked up. You know she would never let that happen."

He held his breath while Jerry did the mental calculations. In just a second he'd come to the exact conclusion that Nick wanted him to.

Sabrina had to accompany him on tour.

Three bloody months to get her in bed. Once she was underneath him it shouldn't take much longer than that to get her out of his system.

And he had to get her out.

Because wanting her was driving him mad.

"I agree completely, Nick. I'll have the head of A&R inform her in the morning."

"Thanks Jerry. Here's to being filthy stinking rich."

Jerry laughed again, the sound echoing around the limo's speaker system.

"Yes, here's to that. Have a good night, Nick."

"Later."

Marley was looking at him as if he were extremely disappointed in him. He hadn't made that face since the time Nick pissed off his hotel balcony in Paris onto the the Rue de la Paix.

"You shouldn't have done that, Nick."

"Shut up Marley. Let me enjoy my moment of victory."

Nick leaned back in his seat and put his hands behind his head. He let his mind wander, imagining all the things he would do with her… and all the different ways he would do it. Fast, slow, sitting down, standing up, on the floor, a chair, the shower… There were so many delicious options to chose from, he knew he’d have his hands full.

He couldn’t bloody wait.

He'd be gentle with her at first. But then he'd unleash the beast. No woman had ever turned down a night in his bed. Hell, he usually had to kick them out.

Nicely, of course.

He didn't think he'd be tossing Sabrina out of his bed any time soon. He had a feeling he wouldn't get bored of tangling in the sheets with her for a long time.

Maybe ever.

Little Miss Sabrina Newton was in for the ride of her life. Whether she liked it or not.