Yeah sure Jake, it’s a hundred degrees in here, of course I want to wear a sweater!
His behaviour, if anything just highlighted the big brother vibe I got earlier, when he made the comment about Smith being married.
Tom is well known, like Jake, for enjoying the ‘female’ perks of his profession.
I can imagine Tom is that kind of player who would work the room, flirting his way around. I think Jake is the kind of guy who waits for woman to come to him. He doesn’t work for it. Then again, he doesn’t need too.
Not that I’ve seen any of this in action yet, but I’m sure I will very soon. And honestly, I’m not looking forward to seeing Jake with other women. The thought turns my stomach.
I didn’t do any of the sightseeing I had intended to on my first day in Stockholm, and I probably won’t today either as I’m here with Jake and the guys at the stadium, and then it’s the show tonight, then we leave first thing in the morning to go to Germany.
I get a feeling this is how things might be for the whole of the tour.
It’s lunchtime, Jake’s called a break from rehearsal and I’m in one of the large dressing rooms with him and the guys, and a few other people from the tour, eating lunch.
I’m sitting on the sofa, my notepad rested on the arm, and I’m writing up some things, pulling together some of my notes from the rehearsals.
“Did you get anything good from this morning’s rehearsal for the book?” Jake asks slumping down into the empty space next to me, indicating to my notebook.
He sits so close, a nervous energy suddenly takes reign under my skin.
“A few things.” I turn my head, smiling at him. “It was great watching you up there on stage.”
“The show tonight will be even better,” he smiles confidently back at me.
He can be such an arrogant sod at times, but it’s so alluring.
“I’m sure it will be.” Then a thought pops into my head, remembering something he said to me back when I interviewed him, about that woman he’d hired for the tour, who was going to make it amazing. He hasn’t mentioned her since, and I haven’t been introduced to many women on this tour. Jake seems to have a lot of men working for him, I feel quite outnumbered; it’s a good job I get on better with men. Men, especially who are into music I can get on with no problem. Bitchy groupies looking to hook up with Jake, maybe not so much.
I wonder if that’s a deliberate thing on his part, keeping it mainly to a male orientated tour, keeping the temptation from wanting to screw any of his staff away from him. Fucking the staff wouldn’t make for a good working environment I’d imagine.
“So when do I get to meet the mystery woman on this tour?” I ask, crossing my legs.
Jake looks at me confused. “What do you mean?”
I turn my body toward him slightly. “When I interviewed you, you said you’d hired some woman who was going to make this tour your most successful to date.”
He laughs. “You’re wearing her shoes, Tru.” He glances down at my dangling foot.
I follow his stare, lifting my high heeled black studded ankle boot up a little higher.
“Eh?”
He leans close, and his hot breath brushes over the skin on my neck tickling me, as he says, “I was talking about you, Tru.”
What?
I stay shock still as he leans back, assessing my face.
“But you didn’t offer me this job, or well … the magazine until the next day,” I utter, finding my voice.
He grins. “I know.”
“So how did you know I’d take the job?”
“Because women never say no to me.” With a wink, he gets up and wanders off over to the food table.
God, he’s such a cocky, arrogant bastard at times. And I totally fancy him.
No I don’t.
Yes, I do.
No. I. Don’t.
Ah fuck.
I’m at the side of the stage standing in the right wing with Stuart. The support band had finished a while ago, and now TMS are about to take the stage.
Jake walks slowly onto stage coming in from the left, with a confidence that only he can carry, with his guitar slung across his back.
He looks across at me, his eyes move over my clothes, my body, then they meet with mine and he grins.
I feel a blush rise in my cheeks. I’m glad it’s a little darker here where we’re standing, so Stuart can’t see what a girl I’m being.
When Jake reaches the mike, he leans close, but then pauses, leaning back he surveys the crowd. This Jake has this way of looking around at everyone in the room, but making you feel like the only person he’s actually looking at is you. That you are the object of his desire. You’re the one he’s taking home tonight. He can undress a woman with one look alone. And when his eyes meet and fix onto mine, I suddenly feel it and more, and it strips me naked to the core. My legs start to tremble.