Saffi suddenly giggled, the sound startling him, and the carefree look on her face mesmerizing him. Staffan looked around and saw Carson grinning at her as he used his body to mimic the actions of having sex. The other man quickly stopped when he realized Staffan was staring, making an about face in an instant and walking away.
Asshole. He was going to f**king donate Carson to another rockstar as soon as this tour ended. No f**king way was he going to let that guy in the same state with Saffi after this. His eyes drifted to other men, narrowing when he saw that most of the others were also staring at his Saffi. Jealousy caused him to stiffen, and Staffan cracked his knuckles as he looked at them one by one.
Saffi jumped at the sound of knuckles cracking. “Staffan?”
He only allowed himself to look back at Saffi when he was satisfied that everyone had gone back to their respective jobs – or at least they were f**king pretending to. Staffan stifled an exasperated sigh when he saw how Saffi didn’t even seem to realize she had everyone in the room entranced.
She truly appeared to have only eyes for him, and her expectant hopeful gaze chipped another wall from his heart as she said, “I really just want to be with you.” She chewed on her lip. “Unless you think it’s totally boring? Because if you do, we can always---”
She shut up when he kissed her. Hard.
He pulled away. “TV it is.”
She beamed then she remembered she was supposed to be a G and groupies did not beam. She hastily rearranged her expression and tried to look sultry instead. “Great.”
Staffan smothered a laugh. Around them, he could hear the crowd doing the same, but this time he didn’t mind. He couldn’t fault them, after all. Saffi March was irresistible at times like this. He kissed her again, unable to help it, his tongue demanding entrance to mate with hers. She gasped against his mouth, her hands clutching his shoulders desperately as she felt her entire body melt.
When he moved back, the stars were back in her eyes.
It was a punch in the gut, tempting him to forget all about his plans of teaching Saffi about her role in his life.
“That was so…” Her admittedly sparse vocabulary of groupie slang failed Saffi and she said simply, “Sexy. That was so sexy.”
The sincerity in her voice made Staffan feel worse and better at the same time, his gut clenching even more when Saffi took a step back, a tiny frown marring her forehead. And then her eyes twinkled. It was all the warning he got.
His dick stirred in anticipation as Saffi moved back towards him. When she reached his side, Staffan raised a brow but she did nothing, continuing to move forward as if she was about to walk past him. What the f**k---
And then he felt it.
Saffi had slapped his ass, and when he turned around in disbelief – no woman, not even Chloe, had ever dared slapped his ass because all of them had been too intimidated by him – Staffan saw Saffi practically skipping her way out of the stage area.
He didn’t have to see her face to know she was smiling happily to herself, and Staffan certainly didn’t need to look around to know that his entire crew was enjoying their little exchange. Most women had a flair for turning their lives into soap operas but Saffi – only Saffi – was able to turn her life – and his - upside down and make it into a f**king sitcom.
Saffi gasped when someone suddenly cupped her elbow from behind. In a second, every inch of her body was pressed against Staffan and he was looking down at her with unreadable eyes.
Oops. Was he mad? She had thought that ass slapping was a very G thing to do, but maybe she was wrong?
He bent down unexpectedly, making her jump. Every nerve ending in her body tingled as Staffan whispered into ear, “I know what I want us to watch now.”
She relaxed. “What?”
He moved back, his eyes glinting as it met hers. “Porn.”
Her mouth opened and closed for several times.
“As a very experienced G, you’ll surely have some great ones I probably haven’t seen yet.” He caressed her face, doing his best not to smirk when he saw her pale at his words. “Impress me, mm?”
“Mmm…” she said weakly.
He turned around. “Now go and rest. I’m looking forward to our TV date later.”
She turned around, jumping with a surprised yelp when he slapped her ass hard just before she walked away. The laughter of the crowd didn’t bother her, not when she was already in a daze. Porn. Impressive p**n . She let out a mental wail. What did that even mean?
He watched Saffi walk away, no longer skipping. Instead, she walked like an elderly amnesiac, and knowing the reason behind it tempted him to grin. Staffan’s phone rang and he answered it distractedly.
“Staffan?” It was Constantijin.
He forced himself to concentrate as Saffi disappeared from view. “Yes, what is it?”
“Yanna told me she got your confirmation about the fan date.”
Staffan frowned at the questioning tone in his friend’s voice. “Is there a problem with it?”
“No, nothing. I simply wondered if she understood you correctly.” A pause. “Is she still with you?”
Staffan stiffened at the question but saw no point in pretending he didn’t understand who the other man was referring to. “Yes.” But it was all he was willing to say.
A longer pause followed before Constantijin spoke carefully, “I’ll only say this once, my friend. Whatever it is you’re planning – it will turn out badly.”
He said tersely, “You don’t f**king know what you’re talking about.”
“I do know. I can’t help but know because I was an ass to Yanna once – the same way it seems that you want to be with her. But I also know you well enough that when you have made up your mind there is no changing it.” Constantijin sighed. “Just think about it more. That’s all I ask.”
Chapter Seven
Saffi March uploaded a new photo.
Staffan and me.
Visible only to Myself
It was close to two in the morning when Staffan unlocked and opened the door to his hotel suite as quietly as he could. Guilt weighed down on him at the silent darkness that greeted him. Although Staffan had informed Saffi as early as possible about the extended hours of rehearsal, he still regretted having to break his word.
Walking past the hallway, he shrugged off his jacket as he reached the living area.
The lights suddenly turned on just as a voice shrieked, “Surprise!”
“Motherfucking son of a goddamn bitch!” Staffan’s heart had nearly jumped out of his chest when Saffi came out of nowhere, her arms outstretched.