Hungry Boss

by Charlize Starr

  He followed behind, waving at the yelling fans and reporters behind the gate. Mindy rolled her eyes in car. Was there anything about him that wasn’t for show?

  Chapter Eight - Devon

  Devon was finishing up a sound check on stage before their concert later that night. He’d been struggling all day to keep his mind on his singing rather than on Mindy.

  When they got back to the hotel the night before, she’d stormed upstairs. She went into the bedroom and locked the door, without even tossing out his pillow or blanket. As he’d laid on the couch, cool without his blanket and uncomfortable. He’d heard her crying.

  He felt like a complete bastard. He’d never meant to make her think there was something wrong with her. He’d been surprised, and he hadn’t communicated very well that he wasn’t a good enough guy to have her first time with. He’d end up breaking her heart much worse if he hadn’t pushed her away.

  Finished with the sound check, Devon walked offstage and headed out to the backstage door. Bret caught up with him as he was getting in the car. Great. That was the last thing he needed. “Share a ride, man?”

  “Sure,” Devon said. He didn’t know what to say to Bret at this point. He’d tried to seduce his sister, and if Bret knew that, he’d beat the hell out of him. It wouldn’t be pretty, for either of them. Especially if Bret knew his sister was still so innocent.

  “So how’s it going with Mindy? She sounded pretty upbeat when I called the room this morning.” Bret looked out the window as they passed some early fans gathering outside the arena for tonight’s concert.

  “Did she?” That was news to him. He hadn’t seen or heard from her since they arrived back at their hotel last night. Except for the crying. That he couldn’t get out of his mind.

  “Yeah, the image consultant you hired was coming by to show her some clothes. I guess Chet set it up for her.” Chet took care of all the little details they didn’t want to bother with anymore. This was a little detail Devon had completely forgotten about.

  Mindy was right. All he cared about was himself and his record label. Sure, he didn’t want to lose the record contract for the guys, either, but mostly? He just cared about himself.

  His dad had been right when he said Devon was a screw up because, damn, had he made a huge mistake in trying to seduce Mindy last night.

  “Hey, man. Where’s your head at? You haven’t said more than two words all day,” Bret said.

  “Sorry.” Devon scrubbed his face with a hand. “I’m getting road-tired, I guess. And I’m not getting enough sleep on that couch.”

  “Hey, you stay on that couch or I’ll kill you.” Bret punched him in the arm playfully.

  If he had any idea how close Devon had come to taking his sister’s virginity last night, Bret would never forgive him. Devon forced a laugh. “Like I said, Mindy isn’t my type.”

  “Don’t try to bullshit someone who has known you as long as I have. Your type is female and warm. You’ve gotten better choices since we got famous.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m an ass, I know.” And he did. He didn’t know why that thought was making him so gloomy today. He used to not care about it.

  The car pulled up to the hotel. Tomorrow it would be a new hotel, and a different one the day after that. At least he was glad they weren’t all still sleeping on a tour bus together.

  He got into the elevator alongside Bret. His best friend got off on his floor, and Devon continued up to the seventeenth floor. This was his stop, and he made his way out of the elevator and let himself into the room.

  A woman wearing dress slacks and a purple blouse with a mane of highlighted blonde hair stood beside Mindy. They were looking at two dresses. “I think the pink looked beautiful with your coloring. What do you think?”

  The two of them turned when he shut the door. With both their eyes on him, he had to say something. “Hi, sweetheart.”

  “Hi.” Mindy glanced at the consultant then dragged her gaze back to Devon. With a small sigh, she crossed the room and gave him a peck on the lips. “Why don’t you tell us which dress you prefer, Devon? I like the blue, but she recommends the pink.”

  Mindy made her way back to the dresses.

  “In my experience, when you pay someone for an opinion, you listen to it, even when you don’t want to hear it.” He’d done that plenty of times with his manager. But he sounded like an ass again, didn’t he? “But I’m sure you look beautiful in both.”

  Mindy nodded, keeping her distance from him. “Pink it is, then.”

  “I hope you got more than one dress out of all this.” Devon offered Mindy a smile she didn’t return.

  “She’s set for several weeks.” The consultant took the blue dress and hung it on a rack that she then zipped up and wheeled to the door. “Remember what I said about your makeup. Keep it light, play up those fresh looks of yours. Bye, now.”

  She shut the door behind her and Devon raised his eyebrows. “What the hell does ‘fresh looks’ mean?”

  “Oh, you know. Young, naïve.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Like a virgin.”

  Devon sat down on the couch and patted the seat beside him. “Come sit with me for a minute.”

  Mindy did, but she didn’t sit next to him. She put herself on the opposite end of the couch. “I’m sorry I forgot about your blanket and pillow last night.” She peered with intensity at her hands.

  “I deserved it.” He waited a beat. “Don’t deny it.”

  It took her a minute but she gave a small laugh, and she finally lifted her gaze, studying his face. “I should go decide what I’m wearing to the show tonight.”

  “Let me finish. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. Everything I wanted to say came out all wrong.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” She looked away, lifting her eyes to the ceiling as though she were afraid she might start crying any minute.

  “I’m almost done. What I meant to say is that you’re too important to me for… me to ruin things. I want your first time to be special. I care about you. Always have, ever since you aggravated me and your brother to let you join in when we played video games.” He scooted to the edge of the couch and stood to pace the room. He was like a caged tiger. He needed to get away, but more than that he needed to make sure she understood him.

  “So, you still think of me as a kid? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “I think I proved last night that I don’t see you as a child, Min.” He looked at her, in her black yoga pants, yellow tee shirt, and red hair in a messy bun. She wore a little makeup. The image consultant probably had shown her how to do it. Freckles dotted her face. “I think you’re a beautiful woman. I think I did manage to articulate that much last night.”

  Mindy approached him and he held his arms out for a hug. She walked right into it, burying her face in his chest.

  “Forgive me?”

  “Yes.” She pulled back and gazed up at him. Her lips shone in the. light. And just like that, he wanted to kiss her again. But he wouldn’t let himself do that again. He wasn’t sure how much control he actually possessed anymore. Not when it came to Mindy.

  Chapter Nine - Mindy

  Mindy put on her new lacy lingerie. She turned this way and that, looking at the peekaboo pink lace of the bra and panties.

  Devon had meant what he said, she knew that. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d said she was important. To him, not just to her brother. He’d said that he cared about her.

  And, as she looked at her new lingerie in the mirror, she knew what she had to do, or she’d never forgive herself.

  Tonight, she’d slip into that new pink dress and go to the show. And when they got back, she’d claim she had a headache and ask Devon to take her back to the suite. And once inside, she’d seduce him.

  She wrapped her arms around Devon as they walked into the arena. People snapped photos of them and Devon stopped to wave. Mindy knew they weren’t there to see her, so she stood nestled by his side and smiled.
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br />   When he sang one of August Doll’s heart-wrenching ballads, he brought her out on stage and sang to her. She blew him a kiss and the audience erupted in applause. She didn’t know how he managed to maintain his sanity, being famous all the time.

  They climbed into the limo with Bret after the show. “That was brilliant, Dev, bringing Mindy out,” Bret said.

  “Yeah, let’s not do that again.” Mindy had hated being the center of that much attention. She wasn’t the important person here. Her brother, Devon, the other guys in the band, they were the ones who mattered. “I’ve got a headache. And it’ll look suspicious if you show up without me, Devon. Can we just go back to the suite?”

  “Sure. Partying every night gets old.” Devon gave her a smile and she nearly melted into a puddle in the car. She was so hyped up about her plans, she might just burst into flames. She wanted Devon, so much. The taste she got last night, of his kisses and his touch, weren’t nearly enough. It might not ever be enough, but she’d worry about that later. For now, it was tonight.

  In the hotel room, Devon took off his denim jacket and tossed it on a chair. “You want to watch some TV before you go to sleep? Or is your headache too bad?”

  “TV, please,” Mindy replied.

  When he sat down on the couch with the remote, she sat down beside him. He flipped through the channels until he came to a reality show about strangers sharing a house. She remembered that about him, that he was a reality TV junkie.

  She tried to think of how to start. He’d get suspicious, and maybe shocked, if she just started kissing him, so she rested her head on his shoulder. He gave her a questioning glance when she did, but it wasn’t long until he put his arm around her.

  He smelled like lemons and leather, and she wanted to taste his neck, the way he’d nibbled on hers the night before.

  “Min, what are you doing?”

  “I’m… thinking about how good you smell, to be honest.” Why not tell him the truth? She was a virgin—she wasn’t going to seduce him with her superior moves.

  “Oh. You had this funny look on your face.”

  “I think that look is called desire. I, um…” She lifted her gaze to his face. “I want to be with you. Last night wasn’t a mistake. I knew exactly what I wanted.”

  He watched her, his face intense. He didn’t move a muscle.

  “I wish I’d never told you that you were going to be my first because then you wouldn’t have stopped.” She lifted a hand and placed it on his chest. Muscles bunched beneath her fingers as he reacted to her touch.

  “You don’t want me to be your first. Your first time should be with someone special.”

  “I wish you’d stop saying that. Do you really not know that I’ve been in love with you for years? You are my someone special, Devon.”

  He pushed himself up from the couch and ran a hand through his long, blond locks. “I’m not, Min. I’m a screw-up. Somehow, some way, I’d let you down.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t see how that’s possible.”

  After a minute, he stopped pacing to stand in front of her. One minute, he was staring down at her, breathing hard, and the next, he grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

  She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. She kissed him back, hungry for his taste. He broke away and fisted his hand in her long auburn hair. “Do you mean that? You’re in love with me?”

  “I don’t expect anything from you, Devon. I just want to be with you.” She moved her hands up under his t-shirt. His skin burned hot.

  “I can’t get you out of my head, Min. You’re all I can think about, lately.”

  “Be with me.” She pulled his shirt over his head and, fighting the embarrassment making her blood pound in her ears, she placed her mouth on his collarbone. She traced it with her tongue and he moaned.

  Scooping her up, Devon carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. “Take off your dress.”

  She thought about how it would feel to be so exposed in front of him and found the idea sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

  Could she be enough for Devon? Or would her inexperience turn him off?

  Chapter Ten - Devon

  While Devon stood at the foot of the bed, Mindy lifted her dress and slipped it over her head. Lacy pink panties and a bra prevented him from seeing the rest of her. He wanted them gone, but first, he wanted to touch her wearing her sexy lingerie.

  He slid a hand up her thigh and she lay back, silent. Her eyes watched him, wide open. “Do you always wear such pretty things under your clothes?”

  As he massaged her backside, she shivered. “They were a gift from you.”

  “If I didn’t buy you lots more, we’re going shopping tomorrow.”

  “I’m set for a bit. But if you find something you’d like to see me in, I might be willing to give it a try.”

  He sat down on the bed and pulled her legs onto his lap. He was rock hard now, his cock straining against his jeans. “What else might you be willing to try?”

  She looked down at her stomach, averting her gaze. “Anything, for you.”

  “I want you so much, Min.” He slid a finger under the bottom of her panties, toying with her curls. “Let’s get you ready first.”

  He pushed away all the thoughts crowding his mind about how he’d just make a mess of things down the road. Right now, in this moment, Mindy was all that mattered. If someone like her could love him, maybe there was hope he wouldn’t screw everything up.

  He climbed his way up the bed to lie beside her. His hand rested on her stomach, as he pulled her close with the other. He took her mouth, kissing her thoroughly, letting his hand wander to tug the panties down. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he pulled them off, then went back to devouring her mouth.

  His fingers slid down to slip between her folds and toy with her center. She gasped in his mouth.

  “No one’s ever touched you, not even like this?”

  “Never.” She closed her eyes as the sensations began to overwhelm her. He’d been with enough women to give her so much pleasure. He’d make sure this was special.

  “Take off your pretty little bra, sweetheart.”

  She reached a hand behind her back, undid the clasp and let it fall. Her breasts sprang free. Her nipples were a beautiful dusky pink, and he lowered his head to take one in his mouth.

  Her body jerked under his attention, and he could tell by her ragged breathing she was close to orgasm. “Have you ever touched yourself? Made yourself come?”

  “Nothing. Please don’t stop.”

  “Kiss me while you come.” He captured her lips once again, one hand traveling up to toy with her breast. He slid a finger inside of her and his thumb massaged her center.

  Her body began to quake, and she moaned deep as the orgasm ripped through her. She couldn’t kiss him, but she didn’t pull away, so he continued to kiss her until she stopped shaking.

  “Oh, my God, Devon. Take your pants off and be inside me. I need you.”

  “One orgasm and you’ve turned brazen.”

  She slid her gaze away. “Don’t tease me, not now.”

  “I tease you because you’re adorable when you blush.” He stood, unbuttoned his jeans, and took them off as fast as he could.

  He climbed on top of her until her legs were on either side of his hips. He took them in his hands and tilted her hips up. “I’ll take it slow. Just relax, breathe, and trust me.”

  “I trust you completely.”

  Devon slid on a condom then seated himself near her entrance. Every part of him screamed out to plunge deep inside of her, but he took his time, inch by delicious inch until she was everywhere around him.

  “You okay?”

  “It’s a little uncomfortable. But it feels really good.” She tilted her hips up and he hissed.

  “Do that too many times and we’ll be done before we’re even started.”

  She did it again, a playful smile
on her face. “Good. I want to know how to make you feel good.”

  “How about you try moving, find a rhythm you like.” He pushed her hair out of her face, grazing his fingertips across her cheek.

  “I wouldn’t know how.” A line of worry appeared in her brow.

  “I’ll show you.” He took her hips in his hands, moving her toward him, all around him.

  She started to take the initiative, moving of her own volition. When she threw her arms above her head and writhed beneath him, he began to pump his hips back and forth.

  “Yes, Devon. Never stop,” she panted.

  Their gazes met and he locked onto her face. She closed her eyes and throbbed around him. He plunged himself inside of her as they came together.

  As he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, he couldn’t remember a time when he’d been happier.

  Chapter Eleven - Mindy

  Mindy smiled at Devon from her spot offstage. She wore jeans and an emerald green off the shoulder blouse. She had no desire to be famous, but she loved dressing up for Devon.

  Two months had passed since the first time they’d made love. Two months and three blissful days. So far, her brother hadn’t figured out they were a real couple in private, as well as in public. And no one else, besides Chet, their manager, had known this was anything but real, anyway.

  They could hold hands, hug, kiss—all without the concern of being called out by her brother. She didn’t know what Bret would do if he found out. For sure try to kill Devon because he’d taken her innocence. At least, that’s how Bret would see it.

  She didn’t care. She’d tell Bret when they took a break from the road. Devon would be home in L.A. and Bret would follow her home to visit with their mother, back in Indiana.

  There was only one thing keeping her from nearly floating away with happiness. She was late. She’d had the car drive her to a drug store while they were doing a sound check and she’d picked up a home pregnancy test. It was probably nothing. She and Devon always used a condom. What were the odds that she’d gotten pregnant with protection?