Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(2)
He’d gone out of his way to avoid her in the studio and he’d managed it until they’d called her in for another pass at “Finally” and he’d been in the box.
The sucker punch of seeing her.
Like nothing had changed.
Like he’d been back in that f*cking vocal closet at Trident’s studio. The smell of her in the chair, on his lips, in the goddamn walls. That honeysuckle scent with her musky essence burning on his tongue.
Time bled away as if it had never been.
For f*ck’s sake, she’d even worn one of her high-collared blouses and black skirts.
He’d gotten drunk for a week straight.
But at least he’d been smart enough to f*ck blonds or redheads. Nothing and no one that could remind him of her. Of the way she clasped him to perfection and tasted like a dream wrapped in a nightmare.
He’d drank her out of his system.
Until he’d been told about the release party.
And now he had a very pretty girl in his shower that didn’t deserve to be on the opposite end of his psychosis.
Part of him wanted to follow the hard-on swiftly growing. Step into the stall and pour himself into her willing body.
Snatches of their two nights of sex and champagne reminded him that she was very willing. Even if he couldn’t remember her name.
She slicked back her hair and smiled.
A perfectly nice smile.
Just not hers.
Not Margo’s.
Being with second best when he was sober would never happen. He wasn’t that masochistic. No matter how hard his dick was.
Before he could open his mouth, his phone bleated out a rooster’s cry. He winced. That would be Lila.
She was usually his killjoy.
He returned to the bedroom and swiped his phone alive. Instead of a call, her beautiful face and huge light eyes filled his screen.
“Do you or do you not know how to use a telephone?”
Simon sighed. “Yes, Lila. I do.”
“Then tell me why it took you two days to answer?”
He frowned and toggled out of FaceTime to the main screen of his phone. His eyebrows shot up. It really had been.
Fuck.
He switched back and slid his sheepish smile on. “Whoops.”
“Don’t ‘whoops’ me, Kagan. We’ve been searching all over the city for you. The only reason I know where you are is that your credit card company contacted your account manager—namely me—to double check overactive spending.”
It was a pretty swanky hotel. In New York City, in the middle of midtown if his view had anything to say about it.
“Had to celebrate.”
“Well, celebrate your way back home this morning. You have two radio shows to do this afternoon and the release party is tonight.”
Simon’s gut twisted.
She would be there.
He glanced over his shoulder. At least this was one way to move the girl in the shower along.
“Simon?”
He nodded to Lila. “Got it, boss. I’ll be back soon.”
“Now.”
“Would you like me to pan down with the camera? I need to get ready.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before, Kagan. Not like you’re discerning where you show it off.”
He smirked. “It’s show-off worthy.”
“So you say.”
He snorted. “All right, I’ll check out and make my way over there.”
“Do you remember where we are?”
He frowned. “Now that you mention it...”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll text the address.” And then she was gone.
“Simon?”
The voice was higher than he was expecting. Almost child-like. He winced and turned around. No, nothing child-like about her.
He loved women, loved their scents and sounds. But man, he hated a baby doll voice. “Hey, babe.”
She sauntered in, an exaggerated swing in her hips. She wore the smallest towel possible, flashing half of her perfectly curved hip and a hint of breast.
All enticing.
Except one thing.
Out of the shower, it was even more apparent.
She had Margo’s look, minus the air of sophistication Violin Girl had.
For f*ck’s sake, she even had her bangs.
She walked in front of him, her bold fingers sliding around his half hard cock. “I was hoping you’d wake up and come in the shower with me. We had fun in there last night.”
He winced and couldn’t hold out against a groan as she stroked him masterfully. “Ah, babe. I wish I could.” He stepped back.
It would be way too easy to boost her up and toss her on the bed with a laugh. Nothing different than any other night. A good time for her, one for him.
Everyone went their separate ways with a few orgasms under their belts and a goodbye kiss at the door.
Hopeful dark eyes went wary. “Oh, why?”
“Work calls. That was just my manager on the phone. Time for me to turn into a pumpkin.”
She giggled. “Midnight was a long time ago.” She dropped her towel and took advantage of his suddenly cemented feet. With far too much practiced ease, she twisted around the head of his cock playfully. He had a feeling that he’d lost most of the last two days with this beautiful woman.
He was such a shit.