After my first, and very rude, encounter with Liam last night, I’d left the circus of Liam’s tour bus, and found a taxi to my hotel room. And now, here I was, smack dab in the middle of the circus again.

The band had quite the entourage. I’d met almost everyone by now, and while they were all very nice, except for the self-proclaimed bad boy of the bunch, they were also very self-absorbed. I was definitely an outsider.

Each band member had their own bus, as well as what appeared to be their own entourage. Everyone lingered around outside of the buses as they waited for Liam to appear.

The bus drivers had started the engines half an hour ago and they sat idling in a row waiting on Liam.

Rocket, who went by one name only he told me, was the drummer. He was skinny as a rail, with long blonde hair and sharp green eyes. He walked past me and after a quick introduction by Matt Reynolds, the tour manager I had met last night, he disappeared into his bus.

Matt was a huge guy, with short black hair and tiny eyes that were way too small for his face. He stood across from me on the sidewalk, constantly checking his phone.

Rhys, the bass player, and Slade, the guitar player, could have passed for twins. They had long black hair that hung in their faces and they stood quietly smoking and talking together. They were both wearing leather jackets, and neither of them looked like they had slept in days.

Ian Mercury walked up to me, accompanied by a beautiful woman with flowing black locks. I’d met Ian quickly last night, and while he was every bit as handsome as his brother, there was an air of restraint around him. He introduced his wife with exaggerated formality.

“Rhone, meet Catherine Donovan.

“Nice to meet you,” I replied, shaking her hand. “I’m doing a story for the Rolling Stone.”

“Ian told me. Things can be kind of rough with the boys when they’re on tour,” she said, smiling at me. I’d already looked her up, so I knew she was one of the top supermodels for Yves St. Laurent. Tall, with legs that stretched for miles, her light brown eyes were filled with kindness. She was absolutely stunning. “Let me know if you need anything, or have any questions, okay?”

“That’s so nice of you, thank you,” I replied with a smile. It was nice to have another woman around.

“I’m going to kill that fuckin’ wanker if he doesn’t hurry up!” Ian exclaimed, pacing the sidewalk behind his wife. “Matt, you’re the one getting paid to make sure he’s ready to go on time. Why did I have to go wake his ass up?”

“I apologize, Mr. Mercury, I would’ve gone…”

“ — well, then do your bloody job next time, for fuck’s sake!”

“Yes, sir,” Matt replied, looking back down at his phone.

Waiting was not my strong suit, and I was feeling antsy, but Ian’s obvious frustration just made everything awkward.

My gaze traveled back to the bus, remembering the scene that had greeted me yesterday. If I’d known what was going on inside there, I’d never just walked in like that, but Matt had told me to just ‘go on in’. I should have known what to expect… Liam’s reputation preceded him.

I felt completely uncomfortable going back in there alone, so I stayed out on the sidewalk and waited until a freshly showered Liam walked up, his wet stringy hair somehow serving to make him look even sexier. He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of jeans and a white linen unbuttoned shirt, his muscular, tattooed chest on display once again. A thin, dark line of hair ran down from his navel, disappearing into a pair of faded Levi’s.

Big D, the band’s bodyguard, stood next to him. He was one of the biggest, scariest men I’d ever seen and the scowl on his face was intimidating.

“It’s about fucking time!” Ian sneered at him.

“Piss off!” Liam spat back. “I’m bloody here now. If you keep naggin’ at me, I’ll fuckin’ go back to bed.”

“We’re all so sick of your shit, Liam.”

“Yeah? Well fuckin’ quit then, what the fuck do I care? None of you blokes would even be here if it wasn’t for me.”

“You’re the most arrogant prick I’ve ever known!” Ian said.

“And the most brilliant, Ian, don’t forget that,” he said teasingly. “Now can we get this show on the road?”

He looked over at me and winked as he pushed past everyone and boarded the bus again. Big D followed. My eyes met Ian’s and he shook his head in frustration. I shrugged and slowly walked onto Liam’s bus.

Here we go…

As I walked in, his eyes met mine briefly and he looked away just as fast. This was not going to be easy, I suspected.

I sat across from him, and met his gaze.

“Good morning to you, sweet tits,” Liam said, with a little wave of his hand.

“Catherine,” I said. If we were going to get anywhere, I couldn’t deal with being called ‘sweet tits’ the whole time.

“Catherine,” he said, my name rolling over his tongue slowly. “That’s right…” He raked his gaze over my body, his head tilted as if he were trying to solve a puzzle. “Catherine, from Rolling Stone.”

“Yes,” I replied curtly. “As I mentioned last night, I’m here for a week.”

“A lot can happen in a week, Catherine from Rolling Stone,” he said, winking again.

“A lot of that?” I asked, gesturing out to the sidewalk.

“What? My brother and I bicker every now and then. Are you going to write about that?” Liam asked.

“Maybe I’ll mention it. I don’t know what I’m going to write yet,” I replied. His gaze was intense. Penetrating, seductive and fiery, his eyes seemed to tear right through me. My breath quickened and I tried to calm my racing heart.

No wonder this guy is a star, I thought to myself. He’s got those eyes, that fucking body, that charisma. There was something about him that made you yearn for more. I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“It should be a fun week,” he replied, a slow, mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I’ll try to make sure it’s interesting for you.”

“I look forward to it,” I said.

“My brother’s constant raving makes him look like a lunatic,” he replied, dryly. “He’s jealous that I get all the attention.”

“And do you like that?” I asked.

“What? Getting all the attention?”

“Yes.”

“Well, luv, I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t enjoy attention,” he leaned towards me, lowering his voice. “Don’t you like attention?” he asked, his eyes grazing over my body again.

“Sure, who doesn’t?” I shot back.

He smiled, nodded in approval and sat back. He folded his arms across his chest, slowly looking me up and down again. I suppressed a smile.

“Well, then,” he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he smiled at me. “Looks like we have something in common already.”

“When can we talk, Mr. Mercury?” I asked, reminding myself to get back to business.

“Not now,” he replied, with a sigh. “I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. And we’ve got all week, right?”

“Yes, but I was hoping to finish early —,” I began.

“—Finish early? I don’t even know what that means!” he replied, bursting out laughing at his own joke.

“That’s not what I —,”

“—Don’t worry, love, there’s plenty of time,” he said, reaching over and putting his hand on my knee. The heat seared my skin and I pulled away quickly. He eyes shot up, looking at me curiously, before he shook his head and stood up. As he strolled to the back of the bus, I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on his tight, jean-clad ass. A wave of hot desire wash over me.

This was going to be a long week.