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Tee-Granny underwear and a giraffe onesie.

Her reply makes me grin.

Saxon-Sounds sexy.

Tee-There is something seriously wrong with you.

Saxon-I miss you.

Tee-Groupies not keeping you busy?

Saxon-No groupies. Saving myself for a feisty lawyer with the body of a goddess.

Tee— My body is pretty damn phenomenal.

I shake my head in amusement at that. The phone beeps with another message from her.

Tee-But so is yours….

Saxon-Are you flirting with me?

Tee-If I was flirting with you, you’d know it.

“Saxon, we’re here,” Ryder says. I reluctantly pull my gaze away from my phone and slide it back in my pocket.

Time to do this photo shoot.

*****

Ryder tells me Tenielle doesn’t like flowers because they die. So I send her an edible bouquet of chocolates and strawberries. I think food is a safe bet with her.

“Saxon! Can I have your autograph?” a woman asks as I’m standing outside the front of my hotel.

“Sure,” I tell her, pulling my hat down over my head before taking the pen from her. She holds out some kind of diary, and I guess that was just what she had on her.

“I’ll be at your show tonight,” she says, smiling at me and batting her eyelashes. “I love Morning Alliance so much! You’re my favourite band right now.”

“Thank you,” I tell her politely. “I hope you enjoy the show tonight.”

“Could I take a photo with you?” she asks, pulling out her phone and using the front camera.

We take one photo.

“Thank you! Maybe we could meet up after the show? Or I could come back to your hotel room,” she suggests.

Wow. I guess she’s not shy at all.

“Thanks for the offer but I’m kind of with someone right now,” I tell her, smiling, trying to be gentle.

“Oh,” she says, frowning. “I didn’t hear that about you.”

What do I say to that?

“It’s kind of private right now,” I try and explain. “I gotta head up but it was nice meeting you.”

I walk into the hotel lobby and get into the elevator. I don’t like being noticed on the street. I’m one person when I’m on stage, but off it, I’m just Saxon. I know recognition comes with fame, so there’s no point complaining about it, but I really wish I could keep some things private. My phone vibrates.

Tee-Thank you for the bouquet! It was almost too pretty to eat. Almost.

Saxon-Glad you liked it?

Tee-Do you send all your friends delicious, fancily presented treats?

Back to that again.

Friends—nice try.

Saxon-Did you read my note?

Tee-I did.

Saxon-And?

Tee-And you’re making it really hard for me to resist you.

Saxon-Resistance is futile.

Tee-Don’t underestimate me.

Saxon-Never. I miss you. Gotta head out to rehearsal. TTYL.

I realise I’d gotten off the elevator and was standing there like an idiot in front of it messaging her. I walk to Ryder’s room where the rest of the band is, and then we all head out together. It feels good to be off the bus. We get to spend two nights at this posh hotel in Sydney before we drive to our next city. I love everything about touring, but I find myself looking forward to getting my ass back home.

I have a girl to win over after all.





Chapter Nine

Tenielle

I walk into work feeling good—dressed in one of my favourite outfits. White tailored pants with a matching fitted blazer, a mixture of professional and sexy. I stop at the reception desk and ask Taryn if there were any messages for me. Taryn is a bitch, but I tend to find her amusing.

“No messages,” she says, looking up at me from behind her reading glasses. “You’re not important enough for message.”

I chuckle. “Keep telling yourself whatever makes you feel better sweetie.”

“By the way, how come you’re allowed to wear that piercing?” she asks.

My finger touches the hoop through my nose. “Because it’s for religious reasons,” I lie.

“What religion is that?” she asks.

I really have no idea.

“I’m Sri Lankan, if you don’t know then I can’t be bothered explaining it to you. My piercing represents my heritage,” I tell her, making up every word. I snigger to myself, knowing that this woman really has it in for me.

She’s a hater, but I could care less.

Have you ever met a hater who’s doing better than you?

Nope—because they don’t exist.

I walk off and head into my office, leaving her staring at me. I look over my workload for the day and sigh. Definitely going to be working overtime. As the youngest criminal lawyer at my firm, I generally do the research for the cases and go into court as a junior council. I work for a defence attorney, and the hours and the workload aren’t always kind.

By six thirty pm I’m finally done.

I’m about to leave work when my phone beeps with a message.

Saxon-I miss you.

He’s really making his hard on me, isn’t he?

I type back I miss you too, but then delete it and shove my phone in my handbag.

Then I mentally recite why Saxon and I would be a bad idea. When I still feel like calling him just to hear his voice, I pull out a pen and a piece of paper and start to write.