I don't trust myself alone with her right now.
But I only have to make it another fifteen minutes.
Finally, the elevator arrives. Its doors slide open slowly. Very slowly.
It's three steps to the suite's door. I open it for Piper then lead her inside.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in the room. "This is insane."
It is bigger and showier than usual. The main area is as big as my entire apartment and it's stocked with sound systems, TVs, a dance floor, a wetbar. There's even a jacuzzi on the balcony outside.
Piper barely notices the room, or the two roadies shooting the shit on the couch. She goes straight to the kitchen and gets to work fixing more coffee.
"That's what you notice?" I tease.
She nods. "I have needs. And my man, Mr. Coffee is the only one who knows how to fill them."
Fuck how I want to be the one filling her needs.
She runs her fingers over the coffee maker as it sputters on. "Yeah, baby, that's just how I like it." She winks at me as she slides her purse off her shoulder. "I should set up in a quiet room." She motions to the coffee maker. "I'll give my lover time to get ready for me."
"This way." I motion to the empty bedroom to our right. It's on the other side of the living room, past the roadies hanging out on the couch.
I nod a hello to the roadies. They nod back, like it's normal I'm here with Piper.
Right now, it is. I'm her escort. They don't know we've been talking nonstop for five months now. They don't know my head is filled with thoughts of her coming on my face.
I take a deep breath and lead her to the empty bedroom.
Once we're inside, she flips on a light and takes a seat on the king bed. In that sleek black dress, she looks like she belongs in this fancy hotel room.
Only, I want her out of the dress and tangled in those soft cotton sheets.
I shouldn't sit next to her.
I do it anyway.
Her eyes bore into mine. "We're alone in here."
"We are."
"The roadies aren't paying attention to us."
"They're used to us."
She moves closer. "I should probably study."
"You should."
Her fingers brush my thigh. "I can't think about anything when you're this close."
Fuck, my body is on fire.
She slides her hands around my neck. She shifts onto my lap so she's straddling me. Her voice gets soft, vulnerable. "I don't want to think about anything else."
Me either.
Fuck, the tone of her voice—