Hot Southern Mess (Hide Your Crazy) (15 page)

“Just let me love you,” Brantley said slowly, running his hands under my shirt.
His hands were cold on my hot skin, making me shiver at the slightest movement of his hands.

“Raise y
our arms,” Brantley stated, staring directly into my eyes.

I brought my arms up as he gently pulled the fabric up and over my head then letting it fall to the floor. My hands dropped and wrapped around his neck, pulling his face into mine.

“Slow,” I mumbled, tasting his lips once again.

“Slow,” h
e replied, letting his hands travel up my back to the clasp of my bra, unhooking it in an instant.

Maybe I could do this ‘slow’ thing after all.

Chapter 15 What? Do I look like Dorothy or something?

I couldn’t get the images of last night out of my head, and the round this morning, oh, and I couldn’t forget the airport bathroom.  The first go at it had been slow and sexual, the second was a little faster, and the third was like two sex deprived teenagers banging it out in the school bathroom. I much preferred the banging in the bathroom style, but it was nice slowing it down a little bit.

“Something to drink
, ma’am?”

The flight attendants voice startled me out of my daydream, causing me to jolt awake and blush. If this woman only knew the thoughts in my mind right now, I’m sure they would be calling for a priest and some holy water.

“Sorry, yeah um………water?”

The flight attendant nodded and handed me a small bottle
, accompanied with a cup of ice.

“Thanks,” I babbled, trying hard to suppress the images of Brantley’s cock from my mind.

“I’m so ready to go home,” Danielle, a wardrobe assistant, boasted, slinging back the remainder of whatever was in the small bottle.

“I concur
.” I’ve never been a fan of ice cold water; really, room temperature was what I preferred. One of the many weird little quirks I possessed.

“So, I’ve noticed you and Brantley gett
ing a little cozy while on tour.” Danielle laughed, turning in her seat to face me across the aisle.

I tried to laugh, making light of the conversation. “We are just friends.
”

“Oh bullshit;
don’t think I don’t see you guys looking all googly eyed at each other and humping when no one is around. I have a sixth sense for things like that, and trust me, girl, you are playing with his sword.”

My eyes grew large as my body started to panic. It wasn’t like we were hiding
hanging out together, but I really thought no one suspected we were having sex. Fuck, who am I kidding? He is a rock star and we have been gallivanting all around with each other.

“
For serious, I need a drink.”

“
Let’s go do something fun tomorrow. Besides, Halloween is coming up and we need costumes.” Danielle giggled.

“Costumes?”

“Um………yeah. Are you living under a rock? They are throwing a huge party in Atlanta after the concert; costumes required.” She smiled a naughty grin.

I hadn’t even thought about Halloween, considering all I did on the road was work for the most part. I’m sure I would have to play the babysitter for the bands and not really get to enjoy any of the night.

“I’m thinking a girl scout…………..oooh……..maybe a naughty nurse for you?” Danielle squirmed in her seat, clapping her hands with excitement.

I laughed.
“There is no way I’m being either of those.” For one, short dresses weren’t exactly my thing. And second, I couldn’t pull something off like that. The person wearing those costumes needed to ooze sex appeal and while I rocked what my momma gave me, sex appeal wasn’t one of them.

“Well
it’s official, give me your address and I’ll swing by and pick you up for an afternoon of slutty fantastic fun!”

I think I’m in trouble,
I thought as I felt the plane touch down on the runway.

The
guys’ charter plane had landed a couple hours ago, so it was just a few other crew members waiting with me at the luggage return. Somehow I had finally caved on going shopping with Danielle tomorrow, and all I wanted to do was head to my little apartment in the U-district and crash. I don’t know what I was more excited about; my crappy little bed or the fact that there would be absolutely zero distractions. Ah, the joys of being home. Yep, Seattle was now my home. No matter where this job took me, coming back to Washington was now my home base.  Sure, my family was still in Georgia, but I never considered that the place I was destined to put roots down in. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Danielle shouted as she wheeled her bag through the large doors.

I smiled and waved, glancing back at the carousel just in time to grab my bag from the conveyer belt. Hauling the large piece of luggage off the belt, I released the handle and set out to grab a cab. The vibration in my pocket signaled I had a text. I reached into my sweats to retrieve the evil piece of technology.

*I have a couple forms that need to get to the office. They are extremely confidential, so I need you to come get them. Tiny should be outside in a black SUV waiting for you
.*

This number wasn’t familiar, and the person who sent the text didn’t say who it was. I almost had reservations about walking outside, but the
texter did state that Tiny would be picking me up. It had to be someone from the company, considering they were using the company staff to pick me up.

Stepping outside
, I glanced down the waiting area full of yellow taxis for a black SUV, noticing a large shiny one a few hundred yards up. Rolling my suitcase behind me, I set out to see if this was my chariot.

“Well
, hey there, small one, long time no see,” Tiny joked as I got closer, holding his hand out to take my suitcase.

“I just can’t seem to stay away from you
, Tiny. Maybe I have a stalking problem,” I joked back, offering him my suitcase and pulling the strap for Simon off my back. Tiny hoisted the bag and Simon into the back, closing them quickly. He started to head to open my door when I shooed him away. I wasn’t the rock star; I didn’t need someone to open the door for me.

“You make me feel like such a loser
, Molly. A gentleman always opens the door for a lady.”

“Well it’s a
good thing I’m not a lady then.” I laughed, pulling open the front door of the cab. I felt like a tiny little dwarf inside the large vehicle; the seat almost swallowed me whole when I clipped my seatbelt into place. Tiny dashed around the car and climbed in, immediately darting out into traffic, causing my heart to fall right out of my ass in terror.

“Good flight?” Tiny questioned.

“Yeah, it was fine,” I replied, starring out the window.

“Good, well it shouldn’t take us long to get to his place.”

“Huh?” My phone vibrated again in my hand. Swiping my thumb across the lock screen, I noticed this one was from Brantley.

*
Don’t forget you’re coming with me tomorrow night; I’ll pick you up at seven.*

“Reid’s place.
” Tiny looked at me, confused, obviously not realizing I had no clue on who sent me the text message earlier.

Just when I thought I was going to have a nice relaxing night at home, this got dumped on me. Hopefully, I could get it done quickly. Reid and I were back to a working relationship, and I planned on keeping it that way. He was
a great musician; but as a male……………..well, he basically sucked.

I forced a smile on my face and prayed that the conversation would just die, letting me ride in misery and self-wallow; knowing damn well that this request was going to be a nightmare.

“Got plans while you’re back in town?” Tiny asked, breaking the blessed silence that I craved.

“Nothing really exciting. Going shopping with Danielle, and maybe hit up an open mic night with Brantley,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders casually. I wanted a relaxed weekend, but I was sure once we reached Reid’s place my blood would boil, and, well, there went my time off.

“I noticed you and Brantley spending a lot of time together,” Tiny teased, wiggling his eyebrows and puckering his lips.

“Yeah, yeah.” He wasn’t the first person to point out my coziness with another rock star.

Tiny chuck
led and darted across several lanes, causing me to look for some ‘oh shit’ handles to hold on to. This wasn’t how I wanted to spend my very few days off; running errands for Reid, the pompous asshole.

Tiny pulled the car up to a large iron gate and punched in a couple numbers on the pad,
springing the gate open. The fall brought the darkness earlier here than down south; but the lights that lined the long windy driveway showed just enough light to realize this area was stunning. Tiny kept driving the car down the windy road, as we dropped further down an apparent hill. Suddenly a large glass house stood out in the distance, framed on either side of it by water and sparkling moonlight.

“Holy fish
sticks,” I muttered quietly. This place was absolutely spectacular. The windows stood floor to ceiling in the massive two story structure. Only a few lights were on in the house, letting the lake shine through the remaining visible windows. The sight was unquestionably breath taking, as Tiny pulled into the circular drive through, shut off the engine, and turned with a large shit eating grin.

“Reid said to just head in when you got here,” Tiny exclaimed, nodding to the large metal double
door in the front of the house.

“Uh……..okay,” I said
, still in shock of this place. Of course he was a rock star that had money, but I really didn’t expect this. I grew up with money, and lived in some pretty large places as well. But there was something completely different about this residence. This wasn’t just some shell, this was a real home.

The dark walkway was lit up by spark
ling torches every few feet; bringing a glowing effect to the dark stained concrete. The entry way had only a single light centered above the double doors, letting the darkness creep through the large glass panes that flanked each side of the doors. I know Tiny said to walk in, but that totally felt intrusive and rude. A house like this is already an open book with all the glass; I would hate for someone to just come strolling into my sanctuary.

“Just walk in
, Molly; I’m betting he is out on the back deck,” Tiny yelled from the car.

Letting out a sigh, I reached for the handle and pushed one of the doors open, stepping into a long dark hallway.

“Um…………hello? Reid?” I called out into the darkness. My voice echoed in the emptiness, causing a shudder to roll down my skin. Tiny said he must be out on the back deck, and considering the house was facing the lake, if I just kept walking straight I was bound to run into the other wall.

From what I could see in the darkness the house was immaculate. Modern furniture scattered the rooms, and paintings littered the interior walls. This wasn’t a bachelor pad; it was a fully designed
masterpiece. “Holy shit,” I muttered, as I walked into the kitchen. I have never really been able to cook, considering I grew up with a chef and when I lived on my own eating out and microwave meals were staples in my lifestyle. However, this kitchen made me want to become domestic, shit I would wear an apron just to play house in this kitchen.

Out of the corner of my eye a fire roaring outside caught my attention. Reid must be out there enjoying the quietness of the scenery. Glancing around, I notice
d an almost hidden glass door that looked like it led to the back deck. Careful to not get my grubby little finger smudges on the perfect glass; I pushed my way out into the cool October air.

“Hey,” Reid called out from the lower deck, closer to the fire.

“Hi; you needed me to take care of some paperwork?” If I thought the view from the front of his house was breathtaking, someone might as well shoot me on the spot. Nothing could top this view from where I was standing now.

“Come sit,” Reid called out, motioning to a chair next to him by the fire.

Those damn butterflies started to attack
my stomach, and beating them into submission was not an easy option. Carefully, I made it down the few steps to the lower deck, taking the seat next to Reid. As much as I’ve tried to deny the feelings I’ve had for this man, I couldn’t. Sure, he was an absolute pig; knocking boots with a slew of women since that night in the hotel room. But for some reason my mind made justification for that behavior; blaming it on the inner rock star.

I took a small shallow breath and turned to face him. His bl
ack zip-up sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head fit his upper body tightly. It was strange seeing this man in a loose fitting pair of charcoal grey sweats, but even in his casualness, he was still one of the hottest creatures on this planet.

“Did you have a good flight?”

“Yep.” Once again, my conversation skills lacked something fierce in this conversation.

“Good,” Reid replied, turning his attention back to the water. It was unquestionably
one of the prettiest places I had ever been. The moonlight shining on the large body of water a mere five-hundred yards from the deck was remarkable. Why anyone would leave this place and tour was beyond my comprehension.

“So
, you have some papers for me? I’m sure Tiny would like to get back to whatever he was doing,” I said quietly, still unsure of how to interact with the man sitting next to me.

“Not really; I lied.” H
e shrugged, his eyes still focused on the lake.

“Oh,” I replied in shock. If he didn’t have anything for me to deliver, then what was I doing here?

“I just wanted you here.”