Saxon(35)

We all get ready then head out for a night on the town.

*****

“Is that Saxon Tate?” I hear a woman ask her friend as we leave the first club.

Well shit.

Kidd and I share a glance, then start to walk a little faster.

“Hey!” the woman yells, running up next to me.

“Ummm,” I mumble, not knowing what to say.

Thanks for recognising me? Just because she does doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s a fan of our music.

My eye widen when I realise she looks familiar.

But who is she?

“We’ve met before,” she says, sticking her chest out. I look around, and at anything except her.

Well this is awkward.

I pull Tee closer so she doesn’t get angry and walk off.

“I didn’t see you in Sydney though,” she purrs to my brother.

Kidd just smiles.

Sydney, right.

It’s the woman who came up to me outside the hotel and asked for my signature.

Then asked if she could warm my bed for the night.

What the f*ck?

Why would she be in Boston?

“Do you remember me from Sydney?” she asks, batting her heavily made eyelashes. Her hand reaches out and touches my shoulder.

I shrug it off.

I don’t miss the look Tenielle shoots me, her eyebrows raised as she watches me handle the situation.

“Sure, I signed something for you,” I reply, making it clear that that was all I did for her. “A piece of paper.”

Don’t want Tee thinking I signed her tits or something.

“Yeah at your hotel,” she adds. “Was a really nice hotel too.”

Great, just great.

“Outside my hotel, which you never came into,” I reply, smiling at Tenielle—a smile she misses because she’s staring daggers at the woman.

“Right. I’m Eliza,” the woman says. “I can’t believe I keep running into you—a famous rock star.”

She steps even closer to me, biting her bottom lip.

I don’t feel a thing.

I nod my head at her, and then clear my throat. “I’m out with my girlfriend so if you would excuse me.”

Kidd steps in and starts talking to Eliza, and I walk ahead with Tee and Lexi.

“Tee—”

“Want to get some ice-cream and go back to the bus?” she asks.

“Sure, but—”

She walks quickly ahead.

Lexi looks up at me. “Let her calm down.”

“From what, I didn’t do anything,” I say, frowning.

“I know that, and she does too. I think it’s the first time she’s actually feeling jealousy. I’m interested to see how she handles it.”

I puff out a breath. “She isn’t a science experiment.”

“I know that,” Lexi grits out.

Tee turns around and sees Lexi and me talking together closely, her eyes narrowing even further.

Lexi laughs. “She was right, you do make her insane.”

At least the feeling is mutual.





Chapter Twenty Three

Tenielle

Is this what he has to put up with when I’m not here? Women coming up to him and putting their paws on him? With a come hither-no isn’t in my vocabulary-there isn’t anything I haven’t done-sexual expressions on their face?

I turn back and see him watching me, discussing me with Lexi. For some reason that makes me even angrier, and I storm down the street and right into the hard chest of a man. My eyes slowly raise to a handsome face, and I take a step back.

“Holy crap I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I tell him.

He grins. “I’m not. Looks like my night just turned lucky.”

He has an accent—definitely a local.

My hand on my hip, I say, “Does that line work?”

He laughs, a deep sound. “You tell me, beautiful.”

Large warm hands reach around my waist. “She is beautiful, but she’s taken.”

I turn back and look into Saxon’s glowering face.

“Is she now?” the man asks, looking down at me. “What a shame.”

Saxons fingers tighten around me. “Come on babe, let’s get out of here.”

“Why don’t you let her speak for her damn self?”

“Sax! Let’s go,” Kidd calls out, walking up to us in a quick pace.

“Yeah, you better take your woman home before she decides to leave and get in bed with a real man such as myself.”

Wow.

This is escalating fast.

“You f*cking douche—”

Lexi cuts me off my grabbing my arm and putting her hand over my mouth.

I push her arm away but don’t yell at him anymore—there’s no point and I just want to go home.

To the bus.

Whatever.

“Saxon let’s go,” I say. “I accidentally walked into him and said sorry, that’s it.”

Look at me, standing down from a fight—all mature and shit.

I grip his hand and pull him in the opposite direction.

He doesn’t budge.

I sigh and look at Lexi, who shrugs.

Let the dick measuring begin.