“You don’t report back to anyone about what goes on with me unless I go into meltdown,” he said. “Then you only talk to one of the guys in the band or our head of security. Got it?”
“What sort of meltdown, exactly, are we talking about?”
“Trust me, if it happens, you’ll recognize it. What was your name again?”
“Lena.”
“Tina?”
“No. Lena. L.E.N.A.”
Adrian made a faint gargling noise like someone was choking him. But it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the way Jimmy Ferris’s forehead smoothed out. The anger or tension or whatever it was disappeared from his face and he gave me a thoughtful look. He didn’t smile. Didn’t even come close to it. But for just a moment, I wondered what it would take to make him.
Curiosity was a killer.
“Le-na,” he rolled my name off his tongue like he was trying it on for size. “Okay. Stay the f**k out of my way and we’ll see what happens.”
CHAPTER ONE
Jimmy was losing it.
The hotel room door shuddered, something smashing loud against the other side. Inside, voices were raised, but the words were indistinct. Maybe I’d just hang out in the hallway for a while. It was tempting. All of this was my own damn fault, I should have been dust weeks ago. The facts were, despite the great money, me and this job didn’t mesh. Every time I opened my mouth to tell him I quit, however, the words disappeared.
I couldn’t explain it.
“Hey.” Ev wandered toward me in a simple black dress, her fingers twining nervously. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into an elegant chignon.
“Hi.”
“David’s in talking to him.”
“Right.” I probably should have worn a dress too, gone traditional. The last thing I wanted was to publicly embarrass Jimmy on a day like today. Only November in North Idaho could be butt-chapping cold. For a native of warmer climates, they didn’t make tights thick enough to combat this sort of weather.
The band and their entourage had been in Coeur d’Alene for just over a week and Jimmy’s mood had been black since our arrival. Worse even than normal. Mal’s mom had passed four days ago, losing her battle with cancer. From what I could gather, Lori had been like a surrogate mom to the Ferris brothers. Their own had apparently been little more than an oxygen bandit, abandoning them early. I’d only met Lori a couple of times. No one could dispute she’d been a beautiful soul.
More muted shouting. Another thump.
“Guess I shouldn’t have gone out for breakfast.” Coffee, French toast, and far more maple syrup than one woman needed, churned inside my stomach. Comfort eating sucked. “Thought I’d beat him back from the gym.”
“You can’t watch him all the time.”
“I’m paid to try.” I shrugged. “God help me.”
“And if you did, he’d fire you for getting in his face. Just like he did all the others. Giving him some breathing room is a good thing.” Ev flinched, another almighty crash coming from within the room of doom. “Usually.”
“Hmm.”
Jimmy didn’t fire all five of my predecessors, some he gently coaxed into quitting. Or at least, that’s how he described it. But I didn’t bother to correct her.
“David will calm him down,” Ev said, her voice absolute.
It was sweet, the way she hero-worshipped her husband. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such faith in a lover. David and Ev had gotten married one drunken night in Vegas six months back. It’d been splashed all over the media. Apparently, it was one hell of a story, though I hadn’t managed to hear it all yet. Ev had asked me to go out with her and her friends a couple of times, but I always made excuses. Not that I didn’t appreciate the gesture, it just didn’t feel right with me working for her brother-in-law.
At any rate, dealing with Jimmy was my job. I gave Ev a small smile of apology and slid the room key through the lock. Time to don the hat of hard-assery which according to my ex, bless him, definitely fit.
Slowly, calmly, I pushed open the door. Four feet from my face a glass smashed against the wall, shocking the absolute shit out of me. I in turn hit the floor, my heart going manic inside my chest.
“Lena,” Jimmy bellowed. “Get the f**k out of here!”
God damn mother-fucking rock stars.
Seriously.
Lucky I’d worn pants after all. Carpet burned knees would not have been nice. Also, the minute we got back to Portland, I was either finally quitting, demanding hazard pay, or both. No way was I making enough for this.
“Throw one more thing, Jimmy, and I’ll shove my three-inch heel so far up your ass you’ll need a surgical team to extract it.” I glared up at him from behind my dark bangs. “Is that understood?”
He scowled.
I sneered.
Same old, same old.
“Are you alright?” David Ferris strode across the luxury suite, circumventing a broken side table and smashed lamp. He offered me his hand, helping me back up. Both Ferris brothers had looks, money, fame, and talent. Only one of them had any manners, however. Regardless of etiquette, my gaze stayed glued to the furious man on the other side of the room.
“Fine. Thanks.” I straightened my skewed glasses.
“I don’t think he’s on anything,” David said quietly. “Just having a bad day, you know?”
God, I hoped Jimmy hadn’t taken anything. For both our sakes.
“It’s a tough time for everyone, Lena.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Across from us, Jimmy paced back and forth, hands balled into fists. Normally, the man was a princess, a show pony, put together with perfection. Hair slicked back and designer everything. As eye candy went, his superior rock god status made him ideal. I was safe to fantasize and indulge my libido while remaining well beneath his notice.
(Sadly, my sex drive hadn’t died when I’d taken my vow of no men. How much simpler life would be if it had.)
Today, however, Jimmy seemed all too human, only half dressed with his dark hair falling over the sharp angles of his face and matching stubble lining his jaw. His usual airtight control was nowhere in evidence. The state of him and the room was shocking. Nothing seemed to have been left unharmed. I must have looked like one of those clowns at the fairs, the ones you where you lob a ball in their mouth to win a prize. My head kept turning this way and that, trying to take it all in.
“What a mess.” I muttered.