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they immediately start
with the squeals. Shit.
    “It is you. Wolf. Oh my God. I love you so much. Can we take a picture with you?”
    It’s an elevator selfie ride all the way
to the twelfth floor , where the girls get off.
I step out with Lyric on the nineteenth floor, thankful when Rex doesn’t follow
us down the hall. Still, he watches us, and I know he will until I’m safely in
my room.
    “Are you following me?” s he asks again.
    This time I roll my eyes at her. “What
makes you think I’m into you?”
    Her eyes bulge. “You stared at me all
through dinner. You followed me into the elevator .  . .” S he trails off when she realizes that’s all
she’s got.
    Room 1924 comes into view , so I stop and face her. “You, sweets, need to get
over yourself. I haven’t hit on you once today. If I did, you wouldn’t be
fighting it.”
    She crosses her arms and glares. “Is that
right?”
    In a power move, I step forward ,
and her eyes are directly below mine. This one doesn’t weaken beneath my
gaze. She stands taller. I’m not sure if I like that or not. It’s refreshing
and infuriating in one tiny, sexy, package. “Lyric . ”
Her name is so fucking sexy as it rolls off my tongue ; I could make out with it. “If I wanted to, I’d have you inside my room and naked in seconds. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a
pretty girl, but looking at you during dinner and walking you to your room is
hardly flirting.”
    She steps backward until her back hits the door to my room, and I have a vision of her naked flesh
pressed up against it with me deep inside her. Fuck . I know what I’ll be getting off to tonight. Her eyes are
searching mine inquisitively as the fog lifts from my fantasy. “So I’m really
not your type?”
    “Not at all,” I lie.
    A breath escapes her , and although it sounds like a sigh, there seems to
be a hitch in there , too. “Okay , then. That’s settled. Nothing to worry about.” She
pushes off the wall and slips past me.
    “Not at all.” I focus on sliding my key card in to the slot.
    “That should make this upcoming tour much
easier on both of us , then,” she says, her
voice fading the further away she get s.
    My smile never wavers as her footsteps cease, and her door opens then closes. I let out a
rush of air at the realization that Lyric Cassidy, after only a few hours, had
officially managed to creep under my skin.

Lyric

 
    My
songbook keeps me company wherever I go —a n
important lesson I learned years ago after inspiration struck and I realized I 'd left it at home. It’s like a spontaneous orgasm.
An idea can come at any time , and my songbook
is my condom, catching my word babies as they fall. I’ve had this particular
book for only a few months now, but that’s because I fill them quickly . I have stacks of
them in my storage unit back in Seattle.
    As my feet soak in the warm pool water and my songbook rests beside
me, I’m overcome with inspiration. I knew I would be. San Diego is a beautiful
place, filled with beautiful people, and stories are everywhere; I’m aching to
write them. It’s been a few days since I’ve gone there . To that place in the deep, dark part of my brain where
emotions and words collide, sparking honesty and vulnerability. My songbook is
my private place— my only place —to
unleash these emotions. Because of that, it’s safe to say this is my addiction.
My obsession.
    A shriek and giggle— a shriggle —fills the air, turning my attention to the couple at the
other end of the pool. There he is. My new boss , t he rock god himself , threatening to toss a cute, and entirely too willing, victim into the deep end of the pool. My stomach rolls. I don't want to watch, but I'm unable to take my eyes from the scene.
Such noncommittal happiness. It’s not like they’re doing anything
inappropriate. He’s not even groping her yet, but it’s a painful reminder of
what I left in Seattle. Tony and Joanna. Assholes. Despite their betrayal,