Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
As we left the room, Helmer called out, “Bye, Emily!”
A surprised laugh escaped me. “Bye, Helmer.” I quickly added, “Bye, Lee.”
Lee responded, “See ya, kid.”
And for the first time in my life, I actually felt good about lying.
After all, it got me a job, didn’t it?
***
Connor
My glare was fierce as I watched the little woman leave the room.
The second I heard footsteps trailing the stairs, I turned to Lee and stated, “What the fuck, dude? Are we seriously going to have that around the entire tour?”
Lee blinked at me. “What’s wrong with her?”
Hell came out of the fridge, peeling a banana. “I like her.”
My nose bunched. “That’s just because she called you a Viking and spouted some bullshit about your name.”
He bit into the banana, chewing slowly. “She wasn’t lying. I googled it.”
“Whatever.” I clearly wasn’t getting any help from these two morons. Without thinking, I crossed the room and took hold of her worn denim backpack. “Oh, look.” I turned it around and ran my hand under the bedazzled name on the front. “Emily.” My bark of laughter was cruel, rough, and when my expression fell, I scowled down at the offending item. “Seriously? How old is she? Seven?” I was becoming more furious by the second and when I spotted the big white button, I started to laugh.
Closing my eyes, I lifted my head and chuckled even though it pained me. “She literally has a pin that says, Having fun isn’t hard—” I paused, staring at my band mates. “—when you’ve got a library card. No shit. It literally says that.” I blinked then whisper-hissed, “She sounds like a fucking psycho!”
Lee blew out a breath. “Give her a break, man. I think she’s cute.”
She was cute.
I didn’t like that.
With her long dark brown hair worn in a messy high ponytail and those thick-framed glasses, her big blue eyes and long lashes, the loose T-shirt, and baggy jeans. She didn’t wear makeup. I didn’t know what to make of her.
Was she for real?
She’d never heard of Left Turn?
Please. I call bullshit in the first degree.
Everyone had heard of us.
I had a lot of involvement with women and, from personal experience, I knew females lied. She was convincing, sure, but I didn’t trust her.
She might already have the other guys by the balls, but not me.
My guard was up.
I’d just have to keep a close eye on this girl.
Whatever she was up to, I’d figure it out.
Chapter Three
Dry Your Eyes.
Emily
After learning that Amber, Micah’s wife, was the previous assistant to Left Turn, things started to fall into place. Micah explained that although he was the band’s manager, he wouldn’t be joining us on tour, because Amber was so heavily pregnant. In fact, she was only weeks away from her due date.
Noah assured Micah it was fine but I could see that Micah didn’t like the idea of managing from afar. Neither did Amber. They were a team and I could feel their sadness at being kept from their jobs. But this was an exciting time for them and I wanted to assure them I was up for this, that I was capable.
Micah and Noah left us alone and Amber took the opportunity to fill me in on the job’s role.
“So.” Amber moaned as she lifted her swollen feet onto the pouffe. “It’s pretty much straightforward.” She looked uncomfortable as she reached for her ankle.
“Are you okay?” I asked, not at all liking her discomfort.
“Oh, it’s fine. All part of the growing a baby thing.” Amber looked miserable. “My feet are killing me.”
I didn’t hesitate. “Would you like a foot rub?”
Her head snapped up. “What?” She frowned. “No, don’t worry about it.” When she realized I was serious, the frown fell and she smiled. “You’re very sweet to offer though.”
But I dragged my chair closer. “Honestly, it’s no problem. I rub my nanna’s feet all the time.” I gently took her swollen foot in my hands. “She has bad circulation.”
Amber tried to decline. “Really, I’m f—” But then I started to work my thumbs into the soles of her foot. Her head fell back and she groaned, then breathed out, “Oh my God, that feels amazing.” She lifted her head and a look of pure bliss crossed her features. “You’re an angel.”
I smiled shyly. “You’re welcome.”
Amber took in a deep breath then started again. “Okay, like I said, it’s all pretty straightforward. Your job is to do everything the boys don’t want to.”
My brows lowered and she laughed. “I know. It doesn’t sound very appealing, does it? But you have to understand that while on tour, they don’t really stop. There are rehearsals then the shows. After the shows, there are normally parties or—” She made a face. “—girls to occupy them. Then they go to sleep and do it all over again. The days they aren’t performing, they’re doing promo, and believe me, it gets tiring.”