Fuck.
“Why is she here?”
“Nice to see you too, Phoenix,” Skylar chirps as she wheels her luggage on board, although she doesn’t make eye contact.
I don’t blame her. I can barely look at myself in the mirror these days.
Outrage and guilt coil in my gut. “You didn’t need to drag her on tour because of a damn song.”
“Simmer down,” Chandler says. “You’re not the only one giving me issues.”
That’s news to me. “Who else is causing problems?”
The door to the bunk area opens and Memphis—who was about to walk out—freezes when he sees Skylar.
Chandler’s eyes become tiny slits. “Him.”
Unlike Storm, who butts his nose in my business and brought Lennon here, I exit the kitchen.
Memphis is my boy, but—not my monkeys, not my circus.
Fuck knows I have enough of my own shit to deal with.
Like Lennon cozying up in the movie room with George when she’s supposed to be here for me.
If I had any doubt George is into Lennon, I don’t anymore. Not only do I catch him staring at her every couple of minutes…they’re watching some romantic comedy movie.
One I’m now forced to suffer through.
I’m relieved when the credits finally start rolling.
Until he opens his big, fat trap.
“Want to watch another one?”
Fucking hell.
Lennon opens her mouth, but I cut her off before she gets a word out. “She can’t. We have important business matters to discuss.”
That earns me a look from Lennon. “What important business matters?”
I glare at George. “Do you mind?”
The glare he returns tells me he does, but I don’t give a fuck.
He rises off the couch. “No problem. I have to give my mom a call anyway.”
Jesus. What a loser.
Lennon’s expression softens. “I had fun.”
Liar.
The dirt on the bottom of my shoe is more appealing than this dipshit.
“Me too.”
George gives her that look again. The one that makes it clear he wants to fuck her more than he wants his next breath.
Tough fucking shit.
The moment he leaves, I cross my arms and smile. “You’re welcome.”
Arching an eyebrow, Lennon shifts toward me. “For what?”
I jut my chin at the door. “Getting rid of him.”
Irritation creeps over her features. “I didn’t need you to get rid of him.”
Visibly frustrated, she rises from the couch.
I figured she’d be grateful, not upset.
Standing, I grab her arm before she walks out. “There’s no way you’re into that guy.”
He’s not her type. Not only in the looks department, but the dude has the personality and merit of a used condom.
Lennon needs someone who’s not afraid to challenge her and show her new things.
Someone who’s not afraid to fight with her.
Snatching her arm out of my grasp, she scoffs. “Not that it’s any of your business, but maybe I am.”
Now, I’m the one who’s irritated.
She goes to leave again, but I’m not finished with her. “You can’t date him.”
A snort rings out, filling the small room. “Why is that?”
Because she belongs to me while she’s on this tour. Not that jackass.
“It’s a conflict of interest.” When her eyes narrow, I lean in. “It’s your job to be there for me when I need you. You can’t do that if you’re running around with him.”
A hint of challenge flickers in her baby browns. “Then I’ll hang out with George whenever you don’t need me. Problem solved.”
The need I have for her sends a surge of lust straight to my groin, so no. Problem not solved.
Far from it.
I move closer, so close she has nowhere else to go because she’s pinned between me and the wall.
So close, I know she feels every inch thickening in my jeans. “No.”
“No?” She purses her lips. “Last I checked, Chandler is my boss. He specifically told me I was free to hook up with anyone I wanted to as long as it wasn’t you…which obviously isn’t a concern.”
I make a mental note to talk to him later because that’s bullshit.
“He might be your boss, but I’m the one who pays most of his salary. I’m also your client.” Placing my hands on the wall on either side of her head, I brush my lips over her ear. I want her to hear me loud and fucking clear. “Sleep with him and you’re fired.”