by Anthology
“That smarmy dickhead.” He shifted into a sitting position. “He’s lucky I only had one beer in me. Otherwise, I may not have been so nice.”
“No use stirring up stuff with him. He’s not worth the effort.”
Lex propped his feet on the coffee table, shoving aside papers, and rubbed the back of his head. “Well, we fooled around but didn’t have sex, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“That’s good,” she said, nodding, but keeping her eyes focused on the pillow.
He sniffed. “If you say so.”
“So you stayed out here all night? Writing?” She picked up the paper she'd been holding before.
He snapped it from her hand in one swift motion. “That’s not ready for reading yet. I just had some ideas for songs on my mind last night.”
“Well, that’s good news, right?”
He smirked. “Yeah, nothing like a raging case of blue balls to inspire creativity.”
She cringed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to send you mixed signals. I just...I don’t know…my head was a mess. I needed to get away from that party, and you were there. That was stupid to use you that way. I should’ve let Grayson take me home or gotten a cab.”
His jaw flexed and his eyes darkened, but he remained silent.
She chewed her lip. “Thanks for making sure I didn’t end up passed out in an alley somewhere.”
He dropped his feet to the floor and stood, his lip curling into a sneer. “Yeah, well, whatever. It’s not the first time I’ve let a drunk chick stay in my room. Usually I get some head out of the deal, but I’ll live. At least I didn’t have to hold your hair back over the toilet.”
The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees with his icy tone. Aubrey sucked in a breath. “Sorry, I didn’t know that getting on my knees was the price for a little kindness from you.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “Well, now you know.”
She shot out of the chair, fists balled, embarrassment and anger burning bright. “I must've really been wasted last night to believe, even for a moment, that you may be a decent guy.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t remember anything about last night, Aubrey. Or is the part where you begged me to make you come in the limo getting clearer?”
“Screw you, Lex.”
He held his shirt open wide. “Anytime, sunshine.”
Hot tears sprung to her eyes. She hauled herself into the bathroom before they spilled over and slammed the door. She heard a matching slam a few seconds later—Lex leaving.
She swiped the tears from her cheeks and sat on the edge of the bathtub, trying to decide what to do next. None of her options seemed overly appealing.
Calling Gray? Yeah, he’d love that.
Doing the walk of shame barefoot in a wrinkled cocktail dress through the bustling lobby and hailing a cab? She groaned.
She pushed herself to a stand and headed to the sink to wash her face. An ivory gift bag with the hotel’s insignia on it sat beside the miniature shampoos. She peeked inside and saw a leaf of stationary on top with Lex’s messy handwriting.
Thought you may need a few things. –L
She dumped the bag onto the counter, and its contents scattered. A travel toothbrush wrapped in cellophane, a packet of aspirin, gold flip-flops, and a casual blue wrap dress with a tag from the hotel gift shop. The only thing missing was a pair of panties, which Aubrey suspected Lex had left out on purpose. She ran her thumb across his note, not knowing what to think. Was this an act of consideration or the act of a guy who was a professional at the morning after? Based on their argument, she guessed the latter.
***
Aubrey collapsed into her desk chair after a shower at the hotel, a cab ride back to her car, and a quick trip home for shoes and underwear. She’d made it to work only twenty minutes late, which she considered a win. She hadn’t dared to turn on her cell phone before now, but she couldn’t avoid it any longer. Seven missed calls and four messages since ten o’clock last night. Her mother and father had both left separate messages of concern tinged with thinly veiled disappointment about her rushing out of the benefit. The other two messages and missed calls were from Grayson. Was she okay? Why wasn’t she home when he drove by after the event? Should he send out a search party?
She grimaced and gulped down the remnants of her second cup of coffee. She couldn’t deal with Gray right now. What could she tell him? I spent the night in Lex’s hotel room like some two-bit groupie. But no we didn’t sleep together. Really. No, we only shared one of the hottest and most mortifying moments of my life in his limo.
She texted Gray to let him know she was fine and would call him later. Time to think and find some quiet—that’s what she needed. She lowered her head into her hands and rubbed her temples.
Her office phone buzzed loudly in her ear.
Brittany, the receptionist, yelled through the speaker. “Aubrey, the Wanderlust guys are here for the photo shoot. Jordana said I should let you know since you’re in charge of their story.”
Her stomach flipped over. “What photo shoot?”
Brittany sighed like Aubrey had asked her to describe the origins of the universe. “You know. The one for the article. It’s been scheduled for weeks.”
She groaned. Brittany hadn’t bothered to update Aubrey’s calendar with Nick’s appointments. “Go ahead and send them to the hair and makeup people. I’ll come by in a little while.”
Brittany popped her gum. “Fine, whatever.”
Fabulous. So much for a few hours peace before traversing Mt. Awkward with Lex Logan. Why couldn’t she have scratched her itch with a random one-night stand? No, she had to throw herself at the guy she couldn’t escape. Aubrey lowered her head and banged it on the desk a few times.
After a quick pep talk, another cup of coffee, and an aspirin, Aubrey squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and opened the door to the magazine’s makeshift dressing room—a dull gray conference room with lighted mirrors along one wall. Lex sat in the makeup chair with his back to her. She glanced at his reflection in the mirror, but he had his eyes closed so that Travis could apply makeup. Jared and Gunner were huddled at the conference table looking at an open spiral notebook.
Jared glanced up. “Hey there, Aubrey.”
Aubrey remembered seeing him the night before on her way into Lex’s room. Hopefully, Jared hadn’t mentioned it to the other guys. Maybe she could maintain some shred of dignity with at least two of them.
“Hey guys,” she said, attempting to sound relaxed and casual. “How’s it going?”
Jared stretched his arms above his head. “Fine, except that it’s ten in the morning and I’m awake.”
She laughed. “Sorry, Nick always schedules these things early.”
A chair squeaked as Lex whirled around. She lifted her head and met his stare. He wore the same Led Zeppelin shirt that she had been wearing earlier.
God, what an ass. Now he was going to mock her? Make her look at a reminder all day?
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, smirking as he gave her a lingering once over. She knew she looked less than put together. Her hair was still wet at the ends, and she’d only had time to throw on lip-gloss and a little mascara before rushing to work. “Nice dress.”
She ignored him and turned to the other guys. “Where’s Sean?”
Jared cut his eyes back and forth between her and Lex. “Um, he stepped out to smoke I think.”
Gunner grunted and pointed to the notebook on the table. “No, he’s licking his wounds because we like Lex’s new song better than the one he tried to write.”
“Can I see the song?” she asked.
Gunner lifted the notebook, “Su—”
“No,” Lex said, cutting him off.
Aubrey frowned.
“Band eyes only for now. You can buy the single when it comes out,” Lex said, shooting Gunner a death glare.
Jared looked down at the lyrics and grinn
ed. “He wrote it, um, last night. So, maybe you should wait until it’s more polished.”
She gave Jared a tight smile. “Sure, no problem. Do you guys need anything for now?”
“No, we’re good,” Jared said. “Why don’t you stop by once we’re all prettied up and ready for the shoot?”
“And if you see Sean,” Gunner added, “tell him to get his ass back in here.”
“Will do.”
Aubrey decided to return to her office and type up the notes she had gathered on the band so far. She had to turn in her finished article by next week if she wanted to make this month’s edition.
On the way to her office, she passed by Nick’s closed door. The plastic mail holder on his door was overflowing with papers, envelopes, and flyers. A few pieces of mail had fallen to the floor. She shook her head. Brittany really worked hard at not making any extra effort in her job. Aubrey gathered the mess of papers and straightened them into a neat pile. With her other hand, she grabbed the handle and shoved her hip into the solid wooden door. She blinked in the unexpected darkness.
Nick, being the big, bad music writer that he was, had landed a corner office, complete with two walls of windows. She had never been in his office when the black mini-blinds were closed. She tripped over a trashcan and the stack of papers slipped from her arms.
“Dammit.” She hit the light switch with her elbow. The chair behind Nick’s desk spun around, and a yelp of surprise escaped her.
“Oh, ” Sean said, his eyes a little wild. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was using this office.”
She swallowed, her heart racing from the startle. “Well, it’s Nick’s office. What are you doing in here?”
He rubbed his nose and sniffed. “I, uh, needed to get away for a few minutes. Figured no one would look for me in here.”
He shifted in the chair and Aubrey caught sight of a line of white powder spread across the top of the cherrywood filing cabinet behind him.
“Sean.”
He followed her eyes and grunted. “Hey, look, I’m sorry. I should've never snuck into an office. I just…”
“Needed a fix,” she said, her voice icy.
He grimaced, his face paling. “Look, I’ll get it out of here. But please don’t say anything to the guys. Or, shit, report it in the press.”
"You're worried about the press? Sean, I should call the police. What the hell are you thinking doing this here? Or at all."
His jaw clenched. "You can't tell anyone. Seriously. It would ruin everything. It was a stupid mistake. I hooked up with an old friend last night and he gave me some for old time’s sake. Please, Aubrey."
She shifted in her shoes, glancing over her shoulder at the half-open door. “If you’re hooked on this stuff, you need to tell someone so they can help you.”
His gaze went cold. “You don’t know what I need, okay? I appreciate your concern, but I’m not hooked. I haven’t done it in years. I’ve just been stressed this week, and it helps me write. I can stop whenever. But if Lex finds out I used, he’ll throw me out on my ass.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “Or he may help you.”
He scoffed. “You don’t know Lex.”
He was right. She didn’t. But she knew this wasn’t okay. “You’re putting me in a bad position, Sean.”
He stood, came around the desk, and took her hands in his. His fingers trembled against hers and his eyes made a quiet plea. “Look, I know you mean well, but please don’t tell anyone. That was the last of the stuff I have. I don’t plan on getting anymore. I screwed up, okay? I don’t want to pay for one mistake by losing my band.”
She wanted to believe him. He sounded so sincere. She knew how it felt to be branded by one mistake. One weak moment could ruin how everyone looked at you for the rest of your life. Her hands slipped from his and she sighed. “I won’t say anything for now unless you give me a reason to think you’re continuing to use.”
He nodded and put his hand over his heart. “Thanks. You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”
Her gut twisted into an anxious knot. She hated secrets. But this wasn’t her place. “You better get down to the dressing room. The guys are going to start looking for you.”
He glanced over his shoulder at the remaining cocaine.
She cocked her head toward the door, feeling full out nauseous now. “Go on. I’ll clean it up.”
A fleeting glimmer of longing passed through his eyes, but he quickly covered it with a smile. “Thanks. You’re the best.”
He hurried out and shut the door behind him.
Aubrey grabbed a half-empty bottle of water off the desk, dampened a few facial tissues, and started wiping up the powder. God, what the hell was she doing? Last week she was writing up an article about fried frogs legs and now she was cleaning blow off a desk. If this was what music journalism was like, then maybe she should stick to food. Maybe Lex was right—she wasn’t cut out for sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
“You bend over any farther in that dress, and I’m going to find out whether or not you got to go home this morning.”
Aubrey jumped and sent the water bottle rolling to the floor.
Lex laughed as she whirled around to see him standing in the doorway. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I ran into that receptionist chick in the hallway. She said she saw you come in here.”
Aubrey leaned over and righted the water bottle, which had spilled its remaining contents onto the carpet. “What do you want, Lex?”
“I thought we should talk.” He clicked the door shut and turned the lock. “Privately, you know?”
She tried not to stare. His eyes were rimmed with smudged black liner, making the blue of his irises glitter like the surface of a lake. Somehow, he made the makeup look masculine. “You have a photo shoot.”
“Yeah, well, that Travis guy is a bit of a perfectionist. It will take him a while to get through the other three guys. They need more work. They’re not as naturally stunning as I am.”
She snorted. “You have more eye liner on than me.”
“Hey, it’s guyliner. Very popular these days.” He walked toward her and sat on the edge of the desk. “It’s supposed to make me look devilish and wicked.”
“Like you need any help with that.” She tossed the soiled tissues into the wastebasket under the desk, praying she'd gotten all the remnants of powder off the desk.
He chuckled, his gaze tracing down to the hem of her skirt. “So, did you get to go home this morning?”
She clenched her teeth. “Yes, Lex, I did. Is that the only reason you’re here? To find out if I’m wearing panties or not? Or are you just here to embarrass me more? To make me feel worse about last night?”
His smile dipped downward. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
“Why else would you wear that shirt but to rub my nose in it all day?”
He looked down, touched his shirt.
“This? I didn’t wear it to piss you off.” He reached out and put a hand on her waist, guiding her closer. “I wore it because it smelled like you.”
She put her palms against his chest, trying to keep a sliver of air between their bodies. “Lex, stop it. I’m tired of this game. You can’t be a total asshole to me one minute, and then flirt and be nice the next.”
He smirked. “Well, you can’t climb on top of me and beg me to make you come then tell me the next morning that I was just a convenient ride home.”
She blanched, knowing he was right. They’d both acted out of line. She’d been drunk the night before, but she’d known what she was doing. And she remembered every damn second of that mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her—rough-tipped fingers inside her, his tongue against her breast. Her skin warmed and she cleared her throat. “You’re right. That wasn’t fair. I didn’t know what to say this morning. I’m not the girl who wakes up wearing some guy’s boxers.”
“What’s so bad about that?” he asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
She sniffed. “Because it’s slutty.”
He laughed, deep and low. “According to who? Your parents? Polite society? Who gives a shit what they think?” He slid his hands down her back. “What’s wrong with two grown adults wanting each other and indulging in that? Just for the fun of it. Simply because it feels good.”
Her back tingled as his fingers passed over it, her nerve endings blinking on like street lamps at dusk. She rolled her lips inward, trying to ignore her body’s instant response. “Everything has consequences. Nothing can be just for fun.”
His hands reached the top curve of her ass, and her hips automatically moved forward as if seeking a matching set. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. He dipped his head and whispered against her ear. “Lies, Aubrey. Let yourself go, and I’ll prove it to you.”
He slid his hands beneath the bottom edge of her skirt and cupped her ass. She closed her eyes as the warmth of his touch moved across the silk of her panties and set fire to her last shred of resistance. Her arms dropped from his chest and encircled his waist. The nagging voice that always told her why something was wrong, impractical, or stupid quieted. A new voice, soft and sensual, replaced it—whispering things to her that she would've never allowed herself to think before. That pleasure for the sake of pleasure was okay. That she deserved this. She buried her forehead against his shoulder and took a deep breath. “Okay, you win. Let’s do this.”
“Do what?” he teased, his finger tracing the edge of her panties.
She didn’t move. Blood pounded in her ears. “Make love.”
His breath tickled her ear, his voice dark and gritty. “No, Aubrey. Tell me what you really want. Don’t hide behind pretty words.”
She swallowed hard. They both knew that she wasn’t asking for sweet nothings and murmurings of love. There would be time for that one day, when she found her forever person. What she needed right now was pure and carnal, a release from years of holding back. A taste—no, a feast—of the maddeningly sexy Lex Logan. She lifted her head, looked him dead in the eye, and told him exactly what she desired. “I want you to fuck me, Lex. Right now.”