Her cheeks turn crimson, but she still doesn’t move to get away from my nakedness.
“Like what you see, groupie?” I ask, giving her a smirk, refusing to hide myself from her eyes.
“You left this in the car,” she says, handing my phone to me.
“Thanks,” I say, taking the phone from her hand. Our fingers touch, and both of us jerk away as tiny zaps of electricity lick up my arm.
“You could have waited till I was out of the shower.”
“You were being dramatic about having no cell service in the car, so I thought you would be desperate for a lifeline out of here.”
“Were you trying to make me accountable for my things?”
“You really are a dick,” she says, as her eyes drift down to my hardening dick.
“And you seem to like my dick,” I tease as I run my hand down my stomach, and my hand wraps around my cock. I give it a good tug to emphasize it.
“I’ve seen bigger,” she mutters, turns on her heel, and walks out of my room before stopping at the doorway. “Lunch is almost ready if you’re hungry.”
“I’m plenty hungry. How about you?” I ask, raising a brow.
Everly gives me a huff and disappears out the door, slamming it hard behind her, which has me in fits of laughter.
Maybe it will not be so rough staying here for a month.
I think I’ve found my new plaything.
CHAPTER 11
Everly
I hate Hendrix Meyer with every fiber of my being.
You didn’t seem to mind him when his tongue was down your throat or his hand on his dick.
At least I can call Charlie and tell him the rumors are true—Hendrix Meyer has a pierced dick.
Ugh. Why is that gorgeous dick attached to a gorgeous dick?
Either way, you shouldn’t be checking out either dick.
Day one, and I’ve already messed everything up.
I had no idea they were high when they arrived. I should have done a drug test, especially now I know they had edibles on the way here.
Vanessa and Christian made the rules simple.
No drugs.
No drinking.
No sex.
And I’ve already broken one and some of the third rule. It’s not like kissing or ogling one’s dick is sex, but it’s also not innocent.
Why do I keep fucking up? Because Hendrix Meyer is an ass, that’s why. I’ve met no one so combative as him before. Every conversation has turned into a fight.
You left him in the wilderness for an hour. He damn well deserved it.
I needed to show him he isn’t in charge around here. I needed to assert my dominance over him. Otherwise, he would push every single button of mine until I gave in. The problem is he did that anyway. I can’t believe the way I spoke to him today. I never speak to my clients like that, but he got right under my skin.
I flop back against my bed and stare up at the ceiling. Thank goodness my bedroom is on the other side of the house, away from Hendrix. I think we need the distance between us because you never know when one of us might murder the other in the middle of the night. Or wind up in his bed. Hell to the no.
I grab my cell and call my brother. I need his guidance to help me navigate this tricky situation I’ve found myself in.
“Hey, babe. How’s it going being locked up with three hot rock stars?” Charlie asks, answering my call.
“Please tell me you’re alone?”
“I’m working from home today. Why? Is everything okay?”
That’s good. The last thing I need is for Jackson to listen in on this conversation. “No. It’s not. It’s been one colossal disaster,” I tell him as I try to hold the tears at bay. I will not cry over this.
“What happened? It can’t have been that bad?”
“It’s worse than anything you could be thinking,” I explain.
“Okay.”
I know he thinks I’m being dramatic, and maybe I am, but I need him to talk me off the cliff.
“Start from the start.”
“The start?”
“Yeah.”
“The start is Hendrix Meyer kissed me at Vanessa and Christian’s barbecue before I found out I got the job as his accountability coach,” I blurt out in rapid fire to my brother.
“I’m sorry … what did you say?”
“And the rumors are true. He’s pierced,” I add as my mouth runs away with me.
“Everly, I’m going to need you to breathe, focus, and back this train up. You said Hendrix Meyer, one of the hottest rock stars in the world, kissed you?” My brother questions me slowly like this is some sort of a hostage negotiation.
“Are you saying I’m not pretty enough to hook up with Hendrix Meyer?” I ask as my voice rises.
“This is even worse than I thought. You’re spiraling,” he states firmly.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are,” he argues back. He’s so annoying. “Do I need to call Faith to come down and slap some sense into you?” My brother threatens to call in the reinforcements.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would,” my brother warns. “And for the record, I think you’re too hot for someone like Hendrix Meyer,” he says, and I lap up the flattery.
“You’re forgiven,” I say, a smile falling across my face.
“Was it a good kiss?”
“Yes. The best. But he’s an arrogant asshole, and the two times we have met, it has ended in a full-on argument. He knows how to push every single one of my buttons,” I explain to Charlie.
“And yet, you still made out with him?”
“He kissed me, not the other way around. He’s the one who made a move after I flipped him onto the floor for invading my space.”
“So, you used your self-defense skills and flipped him, and then he kissed you?”
“Yes.”
“Guess he likes things a little rough then,” Charlie says with a chuckle.
Hendrix said that move turned him on. No, I tell myself shaking my head. Doesn’t matter. That’s a him problem, not a you problem.
“And that’s when you saw his pierced dick?”
“No. That happened five minutes ago when I accidentally walked in on him coming out of the shower as I returned his cell.”
“Right. And was it good? I need all the details.” He chuckles.
“What do you think? I’m calling you now in a panic,” I tell him.
“This is true. It was big, wasn’t it? He looks like he has BDE … Big Dick Energy. What kind of piercing was it? Prince Albert? Jacob’s ladder? Pubic? Guiche?” he asks.
“I have no idea what any of them are. He had something through the top of the tip.”
“Oh, that might be an ampallang. Nice, one for you.” He chuckles.
“How do you know so much about penis piercing?” And as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.
“I think I’ve seen way more penises in my life than you have. I’ve seen them all.” He chuckles. “We’ve covered piercings and kissing. That doesn’t seem that bad, Evie.”
Not that bad. “I signed a contract that states no fraternization with the client. I take that seriously. Also, I had to make sure that the guys don’t do drugs, drink, or sleep with groupies,” I explain to Charlie.