Chapter 3
Being backstage at a rock show isn’t as glamorous as one may think. It’s filled with dirty, sweaty men—most of which are overweight and look like they haven’t showered in six months. Plus, the way they leer at me is creepy, like I’m a dessert ready to be licked.
I shudder at the last thought and grip Aubrey’s hand tighter.
“Damn, Lanie, loosen up. You’re killin’ my hand,” she complains.
I drop her hand. “Sorry. Where the hell is the band? Their set has been over for at least fifteen minutes.”
We come to a hallway filled with music equipment and people loitering about. Something tells me we’ve come to the right spot to find a rock band. The sheer volume of scantily clad women milling about shocks me. Some of them are even walking around topless like it’s no big deal.
I smooth down my fitted leather halter and jean shorts, suddenly feeling like one of the only modestly dressed women around.
Do these girls have no self respect?
Aubrey runs a hand through her auburn curls. “How are we supposed to get any one on one time with him in this freak show? Harold is right, rock star accounts are definitely not the usual.”
“I don’t know, but we aren’t leaving until we talk to him.” I grab her wrist and tug her forward. “We’ll check every one of these rooms if we have to.”
Aubrey giggles uncontrollably as we rush from room to room throwing the red doors wide open in search of Noel Falcon. Somehow we’ve ended up turning this into a silly little game of shocking people as we slam open the doors. A majority of the rooms are either locked or empty, but I have the feeling if we keep this up much longer we are going to get thrown out of this place.
The last room we come to has music blasting on the other side of the red door. Aubrey twists the handle, throws open the door, and shouts, “Booyah!” at the top of her lungs, causing me to laugh so hard I double over.
“Oh, um, sorry,” Aubrey says while yanking on my arm.
I stand up straight, trying to curve my giggles, and stare right into the eyes of Noel Falcon. The smile drops completely off my face.
Two topless women press against him, one on each side, and his arms wrap around them. A slow, lazy grin spreads across his face, and I suddenly feel the urge to hurl.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my old pal, Lanie,” Noel says. “Please, by all means, come in and join our little private party. I was going to take it easy tonight and settle for just these two, but you and your friend are more than welcome to join in. The more the merrier, right ladies?”
The blondes giggle and then run their hands up and down his chiseled chest while they lean in and kiss each other.
He continues smiling at me, loving that he’s paying me back ten fold right now. I shake my head in disgust. “You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? Come on, Aubrey.”
Aubrey grabs my shoulders, holding me in place. “Lanie, we can’t. What about our jobs? We have to talk to him.”
I shake my head and glance at Noel. “Fuck the job. I’ll pass.”
I storm away from the door with Aubrey close on my heels. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to Diana Swagger, but this is just too much. It’s way more than I bargained for. No sane person could speak to such a condescending, egotistical, prick of an ex-boyfriend, let alone work with him.
I’ll just have to find a new dream.
Aubrey keeps up with me as I blast past all the people in the busy hallway. I’m so angry with myself. I can’t believe I let myself think for a minute this would be easy or that I’m even capable of facing Noel.
The exit door flies open as I shove my way through. I gulp down the thick, Texas night air and push my hair back from my face. I’m not even sure how to find our rental car from this area of the parking lot, but I keep trudging forward. I need distance as much as I can from Noel Falcon.
“Damn, Lanie, would you wait up? These boots aren’t exactly made for running a marathon,” Aubrey complains behind me.
I sigh and stop in my tracks. “Aubrey, you just don’t—”
“What?” her tone snaps. “Don’t understand? If you tell me that one more time after I’ve listened to you pine after him for four freakin’ years, then I’m going to murder you here and now. Capiche? I know what he meant to you and how much tonight hurt you, but now you know there isn’t anything left for you there. You can move on. Forget about Noel Falcon and focus on your career. That douche is the only thing standing between you and your dream job, go back in there and face him. Get your answers.”
She’s right. I can’t let my emotions come get in the way of the biggest career opportunity I’ll ever have. “Alright. Jeesh. You don’t have to go and get all mafia on me. I’ll think about it.”
Aubrey tilts her head and pops her bottom lip out. “Please, Lanie. Please? I need you as my coworker.”
My fingers rub over my aching forehead. She’s not going to let this go, is she? Even though I know this is a bad idea, I reluctantly tell her okay. She squeaks and grabs me up into a tight hug.
She pulls back. “You’re doing the right thing.”
I frown. Second thoughts plague me, and my gut twists into a knot. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.
When we return to the building, it seems even more crowded than before as we find ourselves weaving between people, like we’re in a packed night club. The red doors in the hallway remain shut, and I cringe when I think about what’s behind the last one.
Aubrey stops me. “Sure you don’t want to wait for him to come out? I can only imagine what’s going on in there now.”
I shake my head. “No. If I wait, I’ll lose my nerve. We are getting what we came for. Do me a favor, though?”
“Anything.”
“When I toss the two hookerbots out, keep them out. I can’t fight both of them and get info from Noel at the same time.”
I turn and shove open the door and storm through. “Alright everyone get the—”
Noel glances up from his guitar and glares at me. “Can I help you?”
I shut the door, closing the two of us alone in the small room. “Where’d your sluts go?”
Noel’s eyes narrow. “Why? You jealous or…maybe, they’re more your type now.”
“Fuck you.” It slips out before I remember I need to stay calm here.
He laughs and then strums his guitar. “No thanks. For some reason, I’m not in the mood anymore.”
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “Look, Noel. I didn’t come here to fight with you.”
Noel raises a pierced eyebrow. “Really? Tell me then, Lane, why did you come here?”
‘Lane.’ It’s been so long since I’ve heard that. Noel is the only person alive who shortens my name.
I shake the memories away. This isn’t a time to reminisce. It’s time to get down to business. “Well…” I clear my throat. “I’m an intern at Center Stage Marketing, and my boss, Diana Swagger, flew me down here to discuss Black Falcon’s charity with you.”
“You?” He shakes his head. “Out of all the people in the entire fucking world, they send you down here to talk to me. Did they think because we’ve fucked before I wouldn’t fire you?”
My hands ball into fists at my side. “How can you say that to me? I’m not one of your groupie whores, Noel. What we had was real!”
He lays his guitar down and stands in front of me—his six foot two frame towers over me. “Then why did you leave me, huh? Tell me that. If it was so real, why did you walk away from it?”
I can’t look at him. The reasons for me leaving him that night, on the dock, are unbelievably selfish. Noel reaches out and takes a strand of my brown hair between his fingers and twirls it just like he always did when we were a couple.
I slap his hand away. His touch is just too soon.
The corners of his lips turn down. He reaches back up and tucks the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingertips linger on my cheek. “Why do you always fight against the inevitable? You’ve always made things so difficult.”
I take a step away from him, but he closes the gap between us even tighter—his chest against mine. “There is no inevitable with us, Noel.”
“Sure there is. Fate brought you here, didn’t it?” Noel cradles my face in both hands. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me go. A smile flirts along his lips. “You look exactly the same. Still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He brings his lips toward mine. Warmth from his breath touches my face and all I can think about is kissing him. What it would feel like. Would it be just like old times? “How about a kiss? Don’t you remember how hot things were between us?”
My heart thunders with anticipation, and I bite my bottom lip. He runs his nose along my jaw line and I close my eyes and inhale his spicy sent. He smells delicious. Noel’s eyes search my face while his lips hover over mine. I can feel the heat of him against my face and my legs tremble.
He leans in closer but stops just short of my lips and whispers, “Now you know what it’s like to want something you can’t have.”
His hands drop away from my face. There’s no emotion on his face, but his eyes look pained and it crushes me to know I have this effect on him.
Noel steps back and runs his hand through his shaggy hair before stepping around me and walking out the door.
The breath, I didn’t even realize I’m holding, expels from my chest when the door closes. I feel like I should say something, maybe even apologize for what I did to him four years ago, but I can’t. The ground holds my feet steady as I hear the door open behind me. My heart falls around my ankles, and I think about how easy it’s going to be for him to stomp on it while it’s down. I know I don’t deserve any kindness from him, but the blatant smack in the face of emotion still hurts like hell. This is my payback from Noel—to hurt.
A small pair of hands rest on my shoulders. “Did you get your answers?”
I nod, but can’t bring myself to turn and face Aubrey. “Everything I needed to know.”