"Well, I haven't seen you since Vegas and I was really hoping to speak to you.”

"We really don't have anything to talk about. We slept together for a while, but that's it," he declared.

I, on the other hand, was feeling increasingly uncomfortable by the moment. We'd only known each other for a whole ten minutes. I didn't think that was enough time to declare someone your friend.

She huffed at his response and straightened her spine. "Okay, then. Have it your way."

She turned to walk away before Levi spoke again. "I'll give you two minutes and that's it,” he said, before turning to me.

"Peyton, I need to speak with Nina. If you'll please wait for me at the bar, I'm sure this won't take long." He looked at me with uneasiness in his eyes. All I could do was nod. The moment the two of them walked away, I went in search of Jules. There was no way; I was hanging around for this. What the hell, was I thinking?

I found Jules holed up in a corner of the room with Marcus Little. No wonder she abandoned me for him. He did look like Adam Levine, tattoos, and all. Her lips were at his ear and I had to clear my throat a couple of times to get her attention. She jumped to her feet and stood in front of me with worry on her face.

"Peyton, is everything all right? Did something happen?"

"No, no, it’s nothing like that. I'm not feeling well, so I just wanted to let you know that I'm headed home." She turned her gaze back to Marcus, who looked to be stoned, by the glazed over expression on his face.

"I can go with you." She was hesitantly letting me know that it wasn’t really okay, and what she actually wanted to do. And why should she go with me? This was more her speed than it was mine.

"No, don't do that! You stay. I promise I'll be fine. I just need to go home and lie down. A little ibuprofen, and I'll be just fine. I swear." I gave her a weak smile.

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure. Go back to what you were doing." I lifted my hand toward where Marcus sat smiling up at Jules.

She grinned at me and said, "If you insist." Jules giggled, lowered herself back onto his lap, and resumed their previous play. I pushed my way through the crowd and out to the street, where I jumped into a waiting taxi and headed for our apartment.

Once inside, I removed my makeup and brushed my teeth, before putting on my favorite Blake Shelton t-shirt—one that I'd gotten on his last tour. I slid beneath the cool sheets and thought about how sexy Levi was. His lips were full and the perfect shade of pink. I wondered if they were as soft to touch as they looked. His blond hair was shiny, with just a little bit of curl to it and after the show, it was a complete mess, but that didn't stop me from wanting to run my fingers through it. My body felt wound tighter than a rubber band and needed some major relief.

I ran my fingers over my already beaded nipples and lightly pinched them between my fingertips, sending a flood of heat straight to my already pulsing core. I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out my no fail boyfriend, B.O.B., twisting the base to turn him on. Nothing happened. Dead! Holy hell! This couldn’t be happening to me right now.

I jumped out of bed, ran into the kitchen, and opened the junk drawer to find every size battery known to man, except the size I needed for B.O.B. I braced my hands on the counter and stared down into the drawer, hoping that somehow the double-A batteries would appear, when a knock sounded on the door. I looked at the clock on the microwave. It was after two in the morning. Jules must have been drunk off her ass and couldn't find her keys again. I opened the door expecting my friend, and came face to face with one, very, sexy rock god. His hands braced either side of the door.

"I asked you to wait at the bar. Do you have any idea how long I looked for you?" He demanded. I had a pretty, good idea considering that I'd been home for over an hour now. "I finally remembered that your friend was with Marcus, so I took a chance in finding him, and it paid off. She gave me your address once I explained to her, that I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely."

His eyes trailed down my body, starting at my blond hair, stopping briefly on my bare thighs, before landing on my pink toes. When his eyes met mine, they were a dark, smoldering blue. I could feel myself blushing from head to toe, remembering that I was only wearing a t-shirt. Also, because, moments ago, I was looking for fresh batteries to put in my vibrator.

I crossed my arms over my chest, which only thrust my breasts higher, catching his attention. "As you can see I made it home safe and sound." I reached for the doorknob, but he stepped in my way, blocking me from closing the door.

"I asked you to wait. Why did you leave?"

"It looked like you had better things to do and besides, I told you, that's not really my thing, anyway." Something ghosted across his face, but disappeared just as fast.

"Would you be surprised if I told you, that's not really my thing, either? Don't get me wrong, I love performing, I love meeting fans, but there are times when I just want to find a quiet place to chill, you know? Read a book or watch a movie. Talk to a friend. Besides, your friend told me you weren't feeling well. You look more than fine to me." He narrowed his eyes in a playful way. Damn, he was cute.

"You think you can tell that from what? The whole five minutes we spoke at the bar? I'm that transparent huh?" I laughed. "You really should've been a doctor," I joked.

"If you remember correctly, we spoke in the hallway outside the meet and greet room, so you better make that at least ten minutes." It was his turn to laugh and when he did, good God, a dimple appeared in his cheek that made me want to lick it. He just got hotter by the minute.

"So, are you going to invite me in or kick me out? Cause, I can honestly say that Levi Cross has never been kicked out of a girls place before." He grinned at me, as if he knew there was no way in hell he would be kicked out. I grinned really, big and reached around him for the doorknob, bumping his hip as I did. I pulled on the door, forcing him to step aside. He looked at me confused.

"If you don't mind," I said, nodding my head toward the door. "It's getting kind of late and well . . . I was headed to bed." I gently pushed his shoulder and he stepped just outside my door. His eyes traveled backwards, from my bare feet and thighs, and then up to meet my eyes. He winked playfully.

"Oh, darlin’, I don't mind." He flashed his perfectly white teeth and winked again.

"Good, because there's a first time for everything," I said, and closed the door in his face. I stood with my back to the door, grinning like a fool, and wondering what had just happened. Was this all a dream? Levi Cross, was just at my apartment? And, I just shut the door in his face.

"This is not exactly what I had in mind." I heard him say through the door. I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Goodnight, Mr. Cross."

"It's Levi." I heard him correct through the wooden door, as I walked down the hall toward my bedroom. I stepped into my room and stared at my hot-pink vibrator lying on the bed. Dead batteries. My battery-operated boyfriend really had let me down this time. Damn him!

Peyton

I stepped into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, only to find Jules, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a smirk on her face.