The Key to Love: A Rock Star Romance (Adrenaline Book 4) Page 3

  “The only person I have eyes for is you, sweet thing.” He snagged another flute of champagne, lifted the crystal glass to his mouth, and took a couple of sips. Then, he placed the half-filled flute on a waiter’s tray as the guy sped past. Champagne. Ugh. Give me a whiskey and water any day.

  Her eyes traced an arc. “Oh, come on, Mr., um, Keys. How do you get so many women with that ridiculous line?”

  “I don’t. You’re the first woman I’ve ever used it on,” he said. His eyebrows stitched together as he realized it was true. He did only have eyes for Mia. Usually, his gaze roamed like a restless beast, even when the night’s entertainment had already been acquired.

  “I’m not that stupid,” she said, giving him a small shove.

  “I don’t think you’re stupid at all,” he said.

  Mia bristled. “I’ve had my moments of stupidity, and I don’t care to repeat them. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go talk to my boss.” She lifted her head and scanned the crowd.

  “I can easily pick you up, you know.” Keys placed his hands on her waist. Man, she feels toned, petite, and heavenly. “That way, you’ll be able to see better.” He grinned.

  Her muscles grew rigid beneath his palms. She peeled his fingers from her waistline. “Keep your whoring hands off of my body. I’ll bet I could get whatever disease you contracted from your last conquest.” She kept scanning the crowd, visibly reacting when Zander came into view.

  “I’ll escort you…you know, like a bodyguard. This crowd looks vicious,” Keys said, grabbing her hand.

  “Stop touching me!” She jerked her hand away, pushed through the crowd, and disappeared, leaving him standing there with the most rigid and unrelenting hard-on he’d had in months.

  He lifted his hand to stroke his jaw, covered with two-days’ growth. Mia intrigued him. Women usually fawned all over him, granting him wishes he never even asked for. They’d usually do anything to fuck the famous Keys Johnson. But, not her. And, I’ll bet she thinks giving me the cold shoulder puts me off. It doesn’t. I want to bang her long and hard…once I snag her, of course. I’ll do it.

  He shoved through the crowd to catch up with her. “Hey, sweetie, will you be in Cancun next week?”

  With her back to him, she lifted her middle finger.

  “Is that an invitation?” he said, that same grin still plastered on his face.

  She whirled so fast to face him, he crashed into her.

  Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, he said, “That’s more like it. Which room will you be in so I can sneak in when the sun goes down?”

  She let out an exasperated groan and shoved him backward. “The room you’ll never be able to find. I don’t want to go to Cancun, but I’m being forced to go. Please, stop. I don’t know what your game is or why you’re playing it with me, but stop.” Her eyes moistened like she might cry.

  His heart stopped beating for a second. “Oh, come on. Don’t cry. I’m sorry to have upset you. I like you, Mia. Did you ever think to consider that maybe this isn’t a game?” he said, wondering if it were true.

  Her eyelids fluttered, and she lifted her fingertips to her eyes to dab away the tears. “Go away, Keys,” she said. “The last thing I need is an empty hookup.”

  This time, when she pivoted and scurried away, he didn’t chase her. Same here. That’s the last thing I need, too.

  Standing there, surrounded by party-goers, he placed his palm over his mouth and smoothed it over his lips and chin. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone moving in his direction. He turned his head. Trevor. He sighed. At least he isn’t towing along the night’s random fuck buddies. “Hey,” he said, once Trevor stood before him.

  “I haven’t found anyone,” Trevor said with a frown.

  “Good, because I don’t want just anyone,” Keys said, letting his gaze drift toward Mia, who stood across the room talking to Zander near a stage at the front of the room.

  Trevor’s eyes followed Keys’ gaze. “What are you looking at Mia for?”

  “I just am,” Keys said, his attention snapping to Trevor.

  “You’re not interested in her, are you?” Trevor said, flashing another one of his looks of indecipherable emotion at hm.

  “What if I am? Let’s go.” Keys draped his arm over Trevor’s shoulders and began guiding him in the opposite direction.

  “I don’t want to go. I want to find someone we can have sex with.” Trevor’s lips formed a pout.

  “Not happening, dude.” Keys smiled to himself. “Not with me, anyway. Feel free to score on your own, though.”

  “I told you—it’s not as fun if you’re not there,” Trevor said.

  Dante’s voice came from the stage. “Can I have your attention, everyone? Keys. Trevor. Get up here.”

  Keys kept walking.

  “We need to go onstage with Dante,” Trevor said, glancing over his shoulder.

  Keys’ grip on Trevor’s shoulders tightened. “I don’t want to go on stage and listen to another one of our fearless leader’s discourses on how amazing we are and how thankful we are, blah blah, ad nauseam, blah.”

  “Keys!” Dante called again. “Can someone please steer our keyboardist toward the stage? I think he’s had too much to drink to follow directions.”

  Several people laughed.

  “This way, mate,” a well-known actor said, placing his burly arms on Keys’ shoulders and spinning him and Trevor around.

  Making a snap decision to not start a fight tonight, Keys’ lips tightened. He wriggled free of the actor’s grasp, released Trevor, and strode toward the stage. I’d better cool it. I can endure one more of Dante’s fucking speeches. Because this time next week, I’ll have scored big time. I plan on making Mia mine. Cancun, here I come.

  Mia

  After a few fitful “post-party” hours of what she’d hoped would be sleep, Mia dragged herself from her bed at 5:45 am. It seemed pointless to lay in bed any longer since all she managed to do beneath her sage-green and gray silk bedding was relive her relationship with Darion and wonder how he got his villainous hands on her phone number. Even when she managed to drift to sleep, she found herself back in San Francisco in their shitty little apartment being criticized for even existing.

  Daylight proved less soothing than she had hoped. Once her eyes were open, she faced the prospect of Cancun and fending off Keys’ advances. Except what are the chances he’ll flirt with me again? He was no doubt drunk and won’t remember a thing.

  Except he seemed fairly sober. The various times she’d been around Keys, she’d been able to tell when he’d been drinking too much—normally extroverted, he became ten times more extroverted when he’d consumed too much alcohol, sometimes with side-splitting humor. No, the Keys last night seemed like his usual cocky self.

  And why are we thinking of Keys this morning? He’s a guy, and he’s a musician. Stay away. Mia frowned as she stomped toward the kitchen, where she fed Max and made some coffee for herself. Don’t tell me you actually liked the attention. Tugging the tie around her rose-colored silk robe, she shook her head at her errant thoughts. “I’m too tired to be thinking of anything right now,” she mumbled to her cat. Once the coffee had brewed, she poured herself a cup, added a generous amount of half and half, and hauled her weary body toward the shower. Last night her best friend, Gia, told her to be downstairs, ready to get in the Uber by 7:15, so she planned on doing just that.

  At 7:10, she rode the elevator down to the lobby, suitcases in tow. She felt like she looked presentable, with enough makeup to cover the fatigue, clean hair hanging in silky waves, and wearing a cute little purple top she liked, hidden beneath a smart-looking lavender wool sweater and a winter coat. Warm gray slacks, gray gloves, and winter boots completed her attire. She planned on trading the pants and boots with shorts and sandals before they landed in Cancun. In the meantime, though, she preferred to be warm.

  Once she stepped off the elevator, the doorman, Cory Jackman, glanced up from
his post near the door to see her struggling with wheeling two suitcases, and a large bag around her shoulders. He hurried to help her.

  “Good morning, Miss Song,” he said, grabbing the handles of the two rolling bags. “Why didn’t you call down for assistance?” Mr. Jackman, well into his forties and still a handsome man, always greeted her with warmth.

  “Good morning, Mr. Jackman.” She glanced at his pleasant face. “I thought I could manage it on my own. Clearly, I was mistaken.” She shrugged. “I didn’t get much sleep last night,” she said as an explanation. She hated to be viewed as incompetent or weak.

  “I’m sure you didn’t. An excellent win for Marked Love. My daughters were thrilled.” He smiled at her, soothing some of her frayed nerves into submission. Then, he wheeled the suitcases to the door, set them aside, and held open the glass door for Mia to exit.

  She slid through the doorway into the crisp morning air and hustle of her New York sidewalk. A light dusting of snow in the night had left the streets looking like a winter wonderland, not the grimy, miserable wet streets and dirty snow she expected.

  She eyed a cab parked across the street.

  A guy strode up to the cab and lowered his head to say something to the cab driver. Then, he seemed to be arguing with the cabbie, shouting and gesturing with his hands. Finally, the taxi took off, leaving the guy to wave his middle finger at him.

  Mia’s eyes narrowed. How odd. People can be jerks.

  Gia, her hair a vivid yellow today, leaped from a parked Prius V and held her arms wide to greet Mia. “Hey, girl,” she said, kissing Mia’s cheek and hugging her hard.

  Mia returned the embrace.

  Gia released her as Mr. Jackman wheeled her suitcases to the hatch of the blue Prius.

  The sturdy-looking brown-skinned Uber driver lifted them into his vehicle.

  Mia peered inside the hatch. “Where’s your stuff?”

  “With my love squeeze Brutus…” She snickered. “I mean, Marcos, inside another Uber. We knew we couldn’t fit your shit with our shit, so I sent my lover man on ahead.” Gia grinned.

  “That was thoughtful,” Mia said, warm fuzzies in her heart for her good friend.

  Gia held open the car door for Mia, waving away the driver as he hurried around to help.

  He shrugged and strode toward the driver’s seat.

  “Slide on in,” Gia said.

  Mia turned and waved to Mr. Jackman. “Thanks for your help.”

  “My pleasure, Miss Song.” He smiled and resumed his position at the apartment lobby door.

  Before Mia slid into the back of the Prius, she cast an anxious gaze at her surroundings, scanning for signs of her ex. Nothing. Stop being paranoid.

  Gia clambered in beside her and squeezed her hand. “Aren’t you excited to get out of New York for a week and get somewhere warm?”

  “Sure,” Mia said, without much enthusiasm. As long as it’s away from Darion, it should be okay.

  “So, we have a new plan this morning. Our plane has been delayed. You know…spring break and all that nonsense that has JFK jammed this time of year. And Dante has decided to be ‘fiscally responsible’…” Gia made air quotes. “By flying first class instead of a private jet. Such a bother. But, there’s no arguing with Dante when his mind is made up. Anyway, I need coffee to stay awake enough to board the plane, so we’re heading toward a coffee shop. We’ll chill there until my fix has kicked in, then we’ll catch another Uber to the airport.”

  “Sounds good. I didn’t get enough caffeine myself,” Mia said, watching the shops, restaurants, and determined city dwellers, all scurrying to their destinations, outside the window.

  A couple miles later, the Uber driver dropped them off at Three Beans Coffee and Tea. Gia bounced from the car, rounded the bumper, and grabbed Mia’s hand, leading her into the cafe, already bustling with customers.

  The Uber driver followed with their luggage. He placed it just inside the cafe.

  Gia tipped him generously.

  Once they sat across from one another, lattes in hand, mobile phones resting on the table, and luggage by their sides, Mia studied Gia’s pretty face. Gia had cheekbones to die for. But, she didn’t seem to flaunt her model-worthy appearance, choosing instead to change her hair color at a whim and tattoo her body in new places when the mood struck.

  “What?” Gia said, frowning. “Do I have something in my teeth?” She swept her tongue from incisor to incisor.

  “Sorry to stare. Your hair wasn’t yellow at the awards-party last night,” Mia said, squinting. She shifted her boot against her luggage. “Was it? Or was I too distracted to notice anything?”

  “You were busy, that’s for sure. Great job on the party. Dante will thank you himself, but we were all stoked. Everything was handled to perfection. And, no, it wasn’t yellow. It was red. But, I decided not to bother trying to get any sleep when Keys called me and said he had a stylist coming over and would I like to freshen up my look before Mexico. I said, ‘sure,’ and walked to his apartment at 3 a.m. thinking I’d go for sunshine yellow in honor of Cancun. I’d never had a stylist appointment in the middle of the night.” She chuckled. “Actually, I was stunned he wasn’t banging babes with Heat. That’s a first.” She wrinkled her nose and sipped her java.

  Mia’s heart stuttered, hearing that Keys hadn’t scored any conquests. Inwardly, she chided herself. Don’t get excited about Keys Johnson.

  “Speaking of Keys,” Gia said, eyebrows raised high. “Looked like he was hitting on you last night. Was he?”

  “Oh, he was just messing around,” Mia said, staring at her coffee. “You know how he gets.” She raised the paper cup to her lips to hide the warmth blooming in her cheeks.

  “Do not let him get into your panties, Mia. I’m serious.” Gia’s expression took on a solid, stone-like appearance.

  “Who says I’m interested? I shut down all his advances last night. It was kind of funny,” Mia said, her heart all fluttery recalling last night’s exchange. “The more I rebuffed him, the harder he tried.”

  Gia threw back her head and groaned. “Good God, he probably thought, ‘game on.’” She lifted her head and pierced Mia with her gaze. “He’s a man-whore, Mia. Total slut. I mean, he’s like my brother, and I love him to bits. But he’s a player. He’ll break your heart and won’t think twice about it. He and Heat stick their dicks into any moving object with a hole. Stay away from him.”

  Mia waved her hand between them. “I hear you. I’ve got it. Stay away from Keys. Don’t worry.” Her face grew stiff. “Topic switch here. I’ve been thinking about my old dream to become a music agent.”

  Gia’s expression brightened. “I didn’t know you wanted to get in the music biz. Tell me more.”

  “Well, a long time ago in a land far, far away, I was a musician.” Mia grinned.

  “No! What did you play?” Gia leaned on her forearms.

  “Guitar. And I sang in a high school garage band. We were pretty good. We all thought we might go somewhere.” Mia drained her coffee cup.

  “Really? And you’ve been keeping this secret from me, why?” One of Gia’s eyebrows raised almost to her hairline.

  “No reason, really. I just thought the dream was over. Gone. Back to reality.” Mia glanced at her wristwatch.

  “Why’d you give it up?” Gia said.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, reluctant to tell the truth. “It seemed like a teenage flight of fancy. I got a job with Zander, and that was that.” A wistful pang fluttered through her chest.

  “So, quit already.” Gia lifted her cup to her lips and tipped her head back. She let out a satisfied “ahh” once she’d finished her java.

  “I can’t. Zander’s given me everything. It would be a total betrayal to leave him after all he’s done for me.” Mia crumpled her paper cup.

  “Zander King is a capable man. He’ll live. It will hurt more if you don’t pursue your dreams, I guarantee that. You’ll start to resent him, and that would destroy an
y possibility for friendship outside of employment. Trust me. Dante can sniff us all out like a bloodhound. He insists on transparency between the band. He was relentless with me when I let my alcoholism affect the band. He’s the one who threw me into rehab, remember?”

  “Yeah,” Mia said, shifting in her seat. “That was awkward.”

  “It was brutal. I hated him for a while. I thought it was the end of our friendship. But, we managed, I cleaned up my shit, and now we’re good. If you need to pursue this dream, I say go for it. I’ve got your back.” Her mobile phone pinged, and she turned it over to glance at it. “Okay, let’s jet. Promise me you won’t let your desires die, got it?” She rose, grabbed both their cups, and strode toward the door. On the way, she pitched the paper cups into the trash.

  Mia hurried to catch up with her. “I promise. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

  “I don’t want you to get hurt, Mia.” Gia glanced over her shoulder as she pushed through the exit. “Dreams are important.”

  Sixty minutes later, they pulled up to the front of JFK airport, completely frazzled. Traffic had crawled all the way to the airport.

  “Fucking Dante and his fucking financial responsibility,” Gia grumbled as they powered through the crowded airport.

  Once Mia’s luggage had been checked, and they were through security, she and Gia practically sprinted toward their gate.

  “Flight two-ninety-one with service to Cancun is now boarding,” a voice said over the loudspeaker. “First class and premiere passengers may now board through Gate Twelve.”

  Mia and Gia’s speed increased.

  A few minutes later, the same voice said, “Now boarding rows twenty to thirty-five.”

  “If I don’t stop and go to the bathroom, I’m going to pee my panties,” Mia said, spying a ladies’ room.

  “You’d better hurry,” Gia said. “I’ll save your seat.” She winked.

  “Thanks,” Mia said, smirking.

  Gia powered toward the gate as Mia hustled into the bathroom.

  A line had formed in the ladies’ room. Mia wondered if she should skip it, but her bladder ached. Finally, a stall opened. She moved at the speed of light to do her business and then raced from the ladies’ room.