Bugger. He caught me perving.
Now that he knows, he’s going to do things like his little look constantly. I’ll really have to watch myself around him. It’s one thing if he thinks I have a little crush on Kitt, but it’d be something else if he knew just how deeply my feelings ran.
“Sorry, Tex,” Kitt says, laughing.
He’s not sorry at all, of course, but I let it go. I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t like the money because that’s crazy, but it’s not everything. Stuff doesn’t make you happy.
The rest of the guys get up an hour later, and Jimmy cooks his famous bacon, cheese, and egg baguettes for everyone. Cooking on the bus is a little difficult since the kitchen is tiny, and with security there are eleven people, but we make it work. It’s better than some of the service-station crap, that’s for sure.
We arrive at the hotel, and Carl is waiting. He’s also not a fan of the bus, so he flies wherever we go most of the time. Honestly, he and Jodie don’t know how to have fun. Getting up close and personal to rock stars—my dad and the old ones excluded, of course—is the best.
Ted, head of my security, gets out in front of me and is immediately on high alert. He gets out his phone since he’s been liaising with the temp security team, who will be here…soon, I guess. He’s the head of Enigma and my security.
Security has been stepped up because there are seven people who will most likely scatter, especially to and from after-parties. I try to ignore the extra people as much as I can because dwelling on my lack of privacy is a little depressing sometimes. It helps that Ted has been with me and Dad since I was nine, so he’s like family.
Hank looks after Filthy Sound, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bigger man in my life. He has a buzz cut, no neck, and his muscles have muscles. If I didn’t know him, I’d be terrified.
Carl gets us checked in, and we’re shown to our suites. Ted follows me until I’m in my room, and then he goes to his next door.
My suite is massive, as usual. I’m the only one staying in here, and I have a large open-plan kitchen and living area and two bedrooms. Why do I need two bedrooms? When booking accommodation, I swear, the label just go with what they think I should have rather than what I actually need.
There’s a loud bang on my door. I put my bag down on the bed and walk over to the door. Looking through the peephole, I see it’s Kitt.
Damn, I bet I look a mess. I fluff my hair up, but there’s no time for anything else.
I open the door and see his shocked expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Tex, my room is bigger than my flat.”
Bless, it’s his first time with this level of treatment.
His eyes are wide, and I’m kind of surprised that he’s surprised. Filthy Sound signed a very good deal with the label, and Enigma is supporting them. Obviously, they weren’t going to be booked into a hostel.
“Yep. Get used to it, rock star.”
“The mini bar, which isn’t all that mini, is fully stocked, and I can have whatever I want…for free.”
He’s so overwhelmed. I love it.
I nod. “Yes.”
He scratches his jaw. “Think I can eat and drink it all?” He sounds naughty, and it takes great effort on my part not to laugh.
“Er, that’s what you’re supposed to do. I used to have contests with Dad, Will, and Jimmy to see who could finish theirs first. But you have to leave a note, or housekeeping will stock it right back up, and you’ll have to start again.”
“I can have it all?”
“Kitt, you’re expected to have it all. You know, you have to stop this uncertainty. It’s very un-rock star of you.”
He grins, and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.
Oh, wow, he really thought he’d be in trouble for racking up a bill on the room. I doubt anyone even looks at the bill. It’s just paid because the label make a killing off of Enigma and they want to keep everyone happy.
Well, actually, my dad used to look at mine to see if I’d consumed any alcohol, so I would go to a shop and buy it. Thankfully, he’s eased off that now.
Kitt leans against the doorframe, and his posture changes drastically. Gone is the shy uncertainty from a few minutes ago, and the old him is now back, smirking.
“So, can I come in? Or are you busy?”
I step aside. “Not busy. I was just about to get started on the chocolate.”
“Do you have the mini bar bet on?”
“We’ve not said, but you can never be too careful. It takes me longer to finish it, so it’s good for me to get a head start. Want to help?”
I’ve let him in again. He unknowingly hurt me earlier with the women talk. I should be trying to maintain some sort of distance. Instead, I’m inviting him in to share my food and drink. I can’t help myself, and it’s kind of annoying.
He’s annoying.
And beautiful.
And I’m in love with him.