"Don't you have somewhere to be? Maybe on top of a certain redhead?" she asked with a frown on her beautiful face, looking away.

"Can I come in?" I asked. She sighed loudly and took a step back so I could step inside.

"Why are you here? Did she turn down Linc McKay, Sexy Rock God?" She walked over and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Actually, I didn't ask." She looked up at me like she didn’t believe me. I walked over and sat on the bed beside her.

"You're the one I want to spend my time with. I thought we might rent a movie," I told her and bumped her shoulder with mine. I had never just watched a movie with a woman before, but I was willing to try for her. She stared at the floor as if she was rolling around what I had just said in her brain. This beautiful woman did something to me that no other woman had ever done. I didn’t know how I ever thought that she could be just a no-strings-attached hook up. She was so much more than that. I can see that now. I knew I should walk away, but here I was again. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

"What do you mean, you didn't ask? I'm not sure I believe that. Are you even capable of passing up a willing woman?" She looked up at me through dark lashes with big green eyes.

"You're the only woman I want to spend my time with," I declared. I knew it sounded lame, especially from me: someone who had a revolving door of women ready at the snap of a finger to crawl into my bed for the night. She grinned, grabbed the T.V. remote, and crawled to the head of the bed. She patted her hand on the space beside her, inviting me to sit beside her.

Thank fuck. There for a moment, I was afraid she was going to send me packing back to my room for the night.

"What movie do you want to watch?" She asked while flipping through the Pay-Per-View movies, which were insanely expensive in the hotel. I let her decide and we settled back against the headboard in silence.

I awoke early the next morning to the sound of my cell ringing in my pocket, but the warm body snuggled against me prevented me from digging it out of my pocket, so I just let it ring. When it finally went to voicemail, I looked down at her silky dark hair that was fanned out over my bare chest. Sometime in the night I had stripped off my shirt, but thankfully I still had on my jeans, which meant I wasn't a total ass and I hadn’t taken advantage of her.

Which, come to think of it, was a first for me, I must have crashed harder than I thought.

I ran my fingers through her smooth hair and watched as the sunlight bounced off her natural highlights. My fingers paused when she sighed against my chest and lifted those remarkable green eyes to mine.

"Good morning," I said, letting the few strands of hair left fall between my fingers, landing on her shoulders. I lowered my head and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"What time is it?" she asked, her voice husky with sleep.

"I don't know. I haven't checked. I've just been enjoying my time holding you." I pulled her up my body, so that I could give her a proper good morning kiss. Her body was stiff at first but she quickly melted into my arms and my morning wood took notice of how soft and warm she was. For the first time ever, I ignored my urge to push her back on the bed and take her.

I didn’t know what was going on, but that woman had somehow crawled inside me. She had me twisted up in all kinds of in knots. "Why don't you get a shower and I'll order us some breakfast?" I placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Okay." She placed a wet kiss in the middle of my chest.

If she touches me again, I'm not sure that I'll be able to restrain myself. It's a struggle now as it is.

"Pancakes with extra chocolate chips," she replied and pushed herself up off the bed. When she disappeared into the bathroom, I made the call to room service before pulling my phone out to check my messages. It was a message from Court, telling me that we were having a group meeting at noon, in his hotel room, before we headed over to the venue for sound check. I was sure it was just the basic stuff about what to expect for that night’s concert, or at least I hoped it was. I hoped it was not another meeting that involved threatening my career because of something in the tabloids. By the time Honesty stepped out from the bathroom, I had breakfast spread out on top of the small table in front of the window.

"Good. It's here. I'm starving!" She said, taking a seat in front of her pancakes. I took the seat across from her and watched as she dug into the large stack of pancakes like she hadn’t eaten in weeks.

I love a girl who's not afraid to eat and. I love girl with curves and soft skin, unlike some that I've been with before who were stick-thin with hipbones that dug into me as I tried to hold them.

"What are you smiling at?" She tilted her head to the side and asked with curious eyes. I reached across the table and wiped the little bit of chocolate from her bottom lip with my thumb.

"I like a girl that eats, that's all." I smiled and licked the chocolate from my thumb. "I just don't know where you put it all," I told her and she smiled as she realized the compliment. "I should probably get going so I can grab a shower. Court messaged earlier that he wants to have a group meeting before we head over to the venue. My ass stays in enough trouble without being late for one of his damn meetings," I told her and pushed up from the table. "I'll catch you later," I said, placing a light kiss on her soft lips, breathing in her clean scent. It took everything in me not to just screw Court's meeting and spend the next few hours making love to her. I crossed the room and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind me. I headed to my room to shower and shave.

I slipped into a pair of loose fitting jeans and an old Kiss t-shirt. My head was suddenly hurting, so I dug through my travel bag for some pain reliever. When I bent over to unzip my bag something warm dripped down my face and landed on my khaki colored canvas bag. Blood. I ran the back of my hand over my upper lip to find that my nose was pouring. My nose bleeds were getting more and more frequent, along with the headaches. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know where the frequent nosebleeds were coming from. I'd gradually started using more and more coke over the last couple of months, as the tour had picked up and our schedule became more demanding. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbing a bath cloth and some ice from the ice bucket. I held the icepack at the base of my head with my head tipped back for several minutes until the bleeding stopped. Luckily for me, this would only make me five minutes late for the meeting. I tossed the bloody rag on the nightstand beside the bed and then headed next door to Court's room.

The meeting with the guys was short and couldn't have gone any better. For once, I was not the topic of conversation. It seemed that I'd managed to stay out of the tabloids for a change.

Well, that's not entirely true. I just hadn’t trashed any hotel rooms or been involved in any orgies lately. There was only one explanation for that: Honesty. My thoughts had been consumed by the sexy brunette over the last few weeks. It seemed that she was good for me, in and out of the public eye.

Honesty

For once, I had no trouble entering through the back entrance of the venue. The security staff had gotten used to seeing me with the guys. I walked down the narrow hallway lined with dressing room doors, which had band names on them. I found the one with a sign that read, "Dirty Affliction.” I knocked but no one answered. I could tell from the noises on the other side that no one had heard my knock. I slowly opened the door and stepped through the door to see that the dressing room was filled with wall to wall people; mostly women of course. I crossed the room, weaving my way between the bodies, looking for some of the guys.