“Okay. But I heard differently. I heard they got grabby with some girls, thinking they were owed a piece of ass just because they were on this tour so he kicked them off. Either way, I just work with him. I don’t have to approve of his values. I’m not planning to date him or whatever it is you think. I’m here to do my job . . . despite what happened in Denver.”
Dallas gives me this look, his blue eyes darken a shade, and his long, sleepy lashes lower as he blinks slow and takes a step toward me. “He treats women like objects. Like disposable playthings for his amusement. Do you know why you’re on this tour, Robyn? Do you know why you were handpicked to run this campaign?”
I fidget with the sponsor pass around my neck. “Because I worked my ass off and I asked to be a part of it. Because I gave a kick-ass presentation that blew everyone away.”
Dallas nods. “Maybe. But word on the street is you’re here because he requested you. Specifically.” He nods to Jase’s smirking face on the trailer. “And if he requested you, I don’t think it was your hard work that appealed to him.”
I have paced up and down the length of Wade’s tour bus for the past hour. When he finally returns to it, he isn’t alone. A tall thin blonde and a curvy chick with hair similar to the color of mine flank him on each side.
“Hey, Robyn. What can I do for you?” Wade whispers something to each of the girls and they walk past me onto the bus wearing matching confident smirks. Ugh. Maybe Dallas was right.
Stop judging, Breeland. Not your business.
“We need to talk. In private, please.”
A few guys from Wade’s band have walked over to see what’s going on. He tells them to give us a minute so they meander off.
“You look pretty pissed, but I can’t imagine what I possibly could’ve done to make you so angry with me.” He scratches his chin and adjusts his cowboy hat.
“I need to know something. The truth, preferably.”
“I’ll do my best. What do you need to know?”
I take a deep breath and just lay it out there. Either way, it’s better to know. Even if it will sting like hell to know I didn’t land this job on merit. “Did you request me specifically to head up the tour promo?”
Jase grins at me. “I did. Is that a problem?”
“Yes,” I practically yell at him. “Of course it is. What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t just go around requesting women like you are King Pimp of the universe. Just because your shameless groupies fall at your feet doesn’t mean all women are fair game. I am a professional, damn it. I work really hard at my job and I wanted to be on this tour because I was excited. I was a fan of your music and I hoped partnering with Midnight Bay would be the kind of opportunity that—”
“Whoa, darlin’. Rein it in a sec,” he says, throwing his hands up. I didn’t even realize I was charging toward him.
“What?” I demand, wondering what in the hell he could possibly say to justify his behavior.
His smile widens but his hazel eyes cloud over with a troubled expression. Like I hurt his feelings. Like that’s even possible.
“I did request you, Robyn. But not for the reasons you’ve obviously assumed.”
I take a deep breath and fold my arms across my chest. “Then why?”
“Because you’re young and smart and driven. Because you were the only one at Midnight Bay to mention social media integration in your presentation. Those were the words I was waiting to hear. You said them. So I thought you’d be the right person for the job. You also happen to be beautiful and I wouldn’t kick you out of bed if you were interested, but that had absolutely nothing to do with my requesting you for this tour. Scout’s honor.”
“So the comment earlier about what you’d prefer?”
“If my teasing you made you uncomfortable, I apologize. It’s a habit I just sort of fall into when I don’t know what else to say. I’ll make an effort to cut that out where you’re concerned. It’s unprofessional and uncalled for.”
“Well . . . thank you. I’d appreciate that.”
I feel two inches tall and if I had one wish right now, it would be for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
“So . . . we good?” He nods toward his bus. “ ’Cause I got—”