Chapter Six
Elly
I watched Tristan’s performance with butterflies in my stomach. No matter how pissed off I was at him, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was incredibly hot and so talented I could hardly believe it sometimes. If he holds it together and did what the managers and producers told him, he’d not only be a star, he’d be a mega-star. His music would be classic someday, I was sure of it. When he was in his element, he was the sexiest man alive. I wanted him right then so badly that my panties were actually wet just watching him. From the looks of the audience, and the undergarments strewn across the stage, I wasn’t the only one. Tristan was eating it all up, but I thought watching him play to his fans only made him that much hotter.
“Hey, Elly,” I turned to see Mike, one of Jake’s assistants.
“Hi, Mike.”
“He’s doing an awesome job, huh?” he said, his eyes following mine towards Tristan rocking out on the stage.
“Yeah, he really is,” I agreed.
“Jake would like to see you after the show is over.”
“Oh really? Shouldn’t I help pack things up first? Don’t we have to take off tonight?”
“Yeah, we’re taking off tonight. Jake said to tell you not to worry about the packing up. There are enough of us to pick up any slack. He said it couldn’t wait.”
“Oh, okay…sure.” Damn it! What does Jake want at nine o’clock at night? What could it be that can’t wait? I might have been paranoid, but in my defense, I’d already been fired once.
I looked back out on the stage. Tristan was finished with his song and was blowing kisses to the girls who were having coronaries. Some of them held up signs with their number on it and some of them had signs that said, ‘Marry me!’ I had to smile. He knew how to work an audience. Unfortunately, he knew how to work me too.
While he was wrapping it up on stage, I left to go to Jake’s room. He answered the door dressed in a light gray suit with a charcoal tie. The shirt underneath the suit jacket was one shade lighter than the suit and the tie one shade darker. It had big, white, French cuffs and he wore monogrammed silver cuff links. I wondered if he had his own stylist or if he was just that good at dressing himself. He looked like he was ready for the stage himself.
“Hello, Elly! I’m so glad you made it, come in.” Was it my imagination or did he drag his eyes over my body? Susie! Get out of my head.
I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. “Mike said you needed to see me…”
“Can I fix you a drink?”
“Um…no, I’m okay.” I said. Mike also said it was urgent. Right then he was offering me drinks. What the hell was going on?
“Let’s have a seat,” he said. He directed me to the little sofa and I sat down. I was surprised when instead of taking the chair opposite me, he sat right next to me. It was a really small sofa, so it was a tight fit. Our legs were touching and I had on a dress, so mine were bare. I shifted mine over a little bit, but he didn’t seem to be trying to pull his away. “How did the show go?” he asked me.
I was sure he’d watched the whole thing. His computer monitor was still up and frozen on a shot of the stage. Maybe this was about me and Tristan again. “It was really good. They all did really well.”
“Good, any technical issues?”
“None that I was aware of. It’s a great stage and the stage hands were really helpful.”
“Cool, I’m glad to hear it. We’re pulling out tonight at eleven.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard. I was thinking I should be helping pack up….”
“Nah,” he said, waving a hand. “We have a lot of help. I just wanted to check in with you and make sure you weren’t regretting coming along. I know it’s hard to just pack up and leave your home for a year the first time you do it. I’ve been doing it for quite a few years and sometimes it’s still hard on me. Was your room comfortable? If it’s too crowded for you with all the girls, I could make arrangements in Denver for you to have your own room.
Fuck! What the hell was he doing? This guy was part of the meeting where I was fired for seeing Tristan so he knew about me and him. He was my boss and he was at least fifteen years older than me. Surely it wasn’t all about him hitting on me. He was rich and gorgeous. Getting women couldn’t be that much of a problem for him.
“No, it’s okay. It’s fun, staying with the other girls. Everyone’s been getting along really well. It’s like a big slumber party, talking about our boyfriends and stuff.”
He smiled at me…indulgently? It was as if he knew what I was trying to do, remind him I have a boyfriend and that I was a lot younger than him. His eyes left my face and went back to my cleavage. I’m not sure, but I think the pig licked his lips.
“I’ve gotten the impression, Elly, that you’re a lot more mature than a lot of those girls. I picture you someday enjoying the finer things in life, and fitting into that world nicely.”
What the fuck? He was hitting on me. Crazy! The moment of truth had arrived. He slid his hand over onto my thigh and rested it there as he said,
“Just keep it in mind. If you need anything, Elly…I can do a lot for you.”
I was frozen in my spot. Susie was right…that bitch. He thought I was going to sleep with him. The bastard made me think that he thought I was great at my job and he was only looking for a piece of ass. What the hell was I supposed to do? Was my job in jeopardy again, because I sure as hell wasn’t sleeping with him to keep it?
“Um…thanks,” I said. I was about to move; his hand felt creepy. That was when he came in for a kiss. Our lips barely brushed as I pulled back and jumped up off the couch. “If that’s all, Jake, I really should go help pack and load up.” I wanted to punch him in the face, but I’m positive that would have gotten me fired.
He didn’t look mad. He looked…amused. That pissed me off. Was this a game to him? It was as if he was so arrogant that he wasn’t worried about it…he knew I’d ultimately give in. He had another thing coming.
“Okay, Elly, just remember what I said. I can get you whatever you need. You just call me. You still have my private cell phone number, right?”
“Yeah, thanks!” I ran out of the room. My pulse was racing and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He thought I was going to sleep with him to keep my job. I wondered how many other interns he’d approached before me. I wondered how many slept with him. Did I give him that impression? My head was spinning. I needed to find Tristan.
I made my way downstairs and out back where the buses were parked. Tristan was still pissed at me, I was sure. That was okay. I was still pissed at him too. I needed to shake off the creepy feeling that perverted, unprofessional jerk had given me. I thought some hot make-up sex with Tristan would do the trick. If it took an apology from me to him to do it, then so be it.