TANTALISER Published by Linden Bay Romance, 2006 Linden Bay Romance, LLC, US Florida ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-905393-33-4 Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned): PDF, PRC & HTML Copyright © ROSE MIDDLETON, 2006 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED The work is protected by copyright and should not be copied without permission. Linden Bay Romance, LLC reserves all rights. Re-use or re-distribution of any and all materials is prohibited under law. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or business establishments, events or locales is coincidental. Edited by B. Perfetti Cover art by S.L. Carpenter
TANTALISER ROSE MIDDLETON
Rose Middleton Tantaliser Prologue Interview with a Rock Star Written for Sydney Daily News by Rachel Weinstein It’s every woman’s fantasy, isn’t it? A dream date with a naughty rock star. And Nicholas Saint Eve of Tantaliser is every woman’s dream. With his ruggedly long hair, his stubble-lined chin and his assortment of tattoos, he oozes sexuality, even from a photograph. So when the assignment came up to interview the gorgeous Nik, I literally jumped at the chance. Now, my mother always warned me to put on fresh underwear when I left the house - in case I got hit by a bus - but Nik inspired rebellion. So when I stepped out of my teeny tiny apartment on my way to meet him, I’d already fought a long battle with my conscience about the virtues of wearing underwear. Waiting for Nik in the lobby of the plush Hilton Hotel, I wondered if he’d be keyed up for the concert about to follow – a gig to which I had front row seats. Playing to a packed house had to kick-start anyone’s heart. He appeared with a full entourage of security, flanked on all four sides by big bulky men dressed in black and wearing earpieces. More than enough security for the President of the U.S., let alone the lead singer of a band. But my thoughts of pretentiousness were blown to smithereens when he laid those gorgeous, green eyes on me. Thank goodness I’d played it safe and dismissed any thoughts of going commando style. With a cheerful hello in his delightful British accent, Nik took my hand and pressed a hot kiss to it. Formalities out of the way, I took a seat in one of the blood red armchairs. As I did, he nodded to his men. I watched in amazement as the eight of them fanned out in the lobby, seeming to disappear right before my eyes. Small talk seemed to be Nik’s thing as I reached into my oversized bag for my trusty tape recorder and my pad and pen. He talked non-stop while I set the tape recorder on the small table between us. Resting my pad on my knee, I brought to mind the questions I’d memorised earlier in the week. RACHEL: So how do you like Australia so far? NIK: [shrugging] It’s a little like home really, though not as polluted, I think. I love the harbour. I have the perfect view from my penthouse suite. [Of course] RACHEL: Have you had much time for sightseeing?
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser NIK: We’ve been here almost a week for that reason alone. We’ve climbed the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House, we took a hot air balloon ride over the Hunter Valley, and then a jet boat ride on the harbour. You’ve got one neat little city here, love. RACHEL: You have shows planned for Sydney and Melbourne. Do you intend on going to other Australian cities in the future? NIK: Depends how it goes, I suppose. If we’re talking sold-out stadiums and increased record sales, then we’ll schedule extra shows. We can’t let down our fans. RACHEL: Before you became the lead singer of Tantaliser, you were a solo act. Why did you change your mind? NIK: It was a little lonely, out there on my own. It was great at first, no one to tell me what to do, how to sing, what songs to write. As I got older, I realised I wanted to recognise the support I had up there on stage. RACHEL: The band has been around for two years now and you’ve released two albums. Are you happy with your progress? NIK: Yeah. [Nodding and fidgeting with his shoelace] Of course, we’ve hit a small hurdle in the road recently, but we’ll move on. RACHEL: [taking a deep breath for courage] About that hurdle. I wouldn’t exactly call it small. NIK: Maybe not. But I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. RACHEL: There are a lot of critics out there who say you’ve taken the easy road and swept the death of your drummer under the carpet. What do you say in return? NIK: Screw ‘em, love. If they think that’s what we’ve done, let ‘em. It’s me and the rest of the band who have to live with Bobby’s death every day. RACHEL: And you’re still looking for a permanent replacement? NIK: [brightening] Yeah. We’re still looking for the right guy to fill Bobby’s shoes. RACHEL: Guy? You wouldn’t consider a female drummer? NIK: [laughing loudly] Show me a woman who can play like a pro, and she’s got the job, love. RACHEL: And for all those aspiring drummers out there, how would they find out about your auditions?
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser NIK: They just need to check out our website. The details are there. RACHEL: On the topic of women, there are conflicting reports about your personal life. Care to set the record straight? NIK: [winking seductively] I am straight. I don’t do other men. Never have, never will. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, hell, half my friends are gay. But I much prefer women. And for the record, I have never been with Britney or Kylie. Yes, I sang songs with them; no, I didn’t take them to bed. RACHEL: And what about a nice Aussie girl. Could you see yourself settling here one day? NIK: [laughing and relaxing a little] Maybe. There’s a lot more open space here than in London. But I’m only thirty and I’m still a party animal. I don’t expect too many women to accept that side of me. Oh, and for the record, I don’t do drugs and I don’t drink. Not any more. My habits have been well publicised in the past but I’ve overcome those evil concoctions. RACHEL: Why do you think you got into such bad habits? NIK: It’s part of the lifestyle. I was too young and stupid to resist. Thought I was invincible. Well, I soon learned my lesson, courtesy of my buddy, Bobby. We’d been friends since school and I swear, I always thought he’d outlast me. I didn’t even know he was doing that stuff. [The drugs] RACHEL: So his death hit you pretty hard then? NIK: [nodding sadly] Yes. That’s why I got cleaned up. I didn’t want to end up dying in an alley like him. Let me tell you, anyone who thinks they can do drugs and avoid those downfalls is a moron. Even if you live, your body won’t thank you for it. Hell, my liver is shot to pieces thanks to all that booze. RACHEL: So what’s in store after the tour? NIK: We’ll stick around in Sydney for a month, auditioning for a new drummer, travel to Melbourne, and then we’re back to London to flesh out some new material. Casey King, my lead guitarist, and I write all our material and we’ve started making some notes. Then we’ll hit the studio. RACHEL: You didn’t visit America on this tour. NIK: We’re not too big in the land of the free just yet. But we’re going to change that. The next album is solely for the US market.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser RACHEL: Good luck with that. Thank you for your time Nik. I’m sure we’ll hear more from you in the future.
And so with a big ending, I clicked off the tape recorder and watched the hunky Nik sigh with relief. Not once did he really relax throughout the interview, leaving this nosy reporter with about a million more questions. His bulky security boys emerged from their hidey-holes – a not-so-subtle message to let me know that time was up. I stood as Nik did, and took his outstretched hand once again. It was warm, a little sweaty, his grip firm. Thanking me for not badgering him about the death of his drummer, Nik smiled, his emerald green eyes appreciative. Guys with black hair and green eyes are just adorable. At least, this one is. And that’s when I got a crazy idea to see just how adorable he was. “My friend Charlie is an ace drummer.” “Great. Feel free to tell Charlie to come along.” Little did Nicholas St. Eve know that I’d just set him up with my best friend Catherine “Charlie” Brown. My best girl friend that is. ~ Charlie’s eyes bulged wide as she re-read the last line in the proof of Rachel’s interview, soon-to-be published in Sydney’s daily newspaper. Slamming it down on the desk, she glared across the short expanse at her best friend. “You cannot let that go to print, Rachel.” Rachel smiled, those sea blue eyes taking on an innocent expression, as if to sweetly ask who, me? Charlie only nodded and continued to glare. They’d been best friends since day one, literally. Being born in adjacent delivery wards, lying in side-by-side cots, living just down the road from each other in suburban Sydney and sharing the exact same birthday created an unshakable bond. Without siblings, they were as close to each other as blood sisters. The difference between them was that Rachel’s father hadn’t walked out. Rachel still believed in love and men and happily ever after. Beliefs Charlie had long ago left for dust. Her first boyfriend, Gavin, only proved her suspicion that men couldn’t be trusted, cheating on her with the first pretty girl who batted her eyelashes at him. And her last boyfriend…Charlie shook her mind of the despicable Roger. Rachel blinked, not at all fazed when Charlie fixed her with a no-nonsense stare. “All I said was that you’d audition for his band.” 6
Rose Middleton Tantaliser Charlie shook her head, slowly, deliberately. “Not going to happen, sister.” “Why? You’re good enough.” Glancing once again at the page-sized colour photograph of the self-confessed bad boy of rock, Charlie felt laughter bubble up inside her. “I’m better than good enough, and you know it.” “That’s a girl. Now I’ve taken the liberty of jotting down the details for you.” Predictable as ever, Rachel slid a small piece of paper with the details across to Charlie. Of the two of them, Rachel was the organised one. Everyone loved her girlnext-door manner, her polite demeanour and most of all, they loved that gentle, round face of hers. Where Rachel had soft lovable curves, Charlie had sharp angles and hard lines. She wasn’t like Miss Goody Two Shoes across the desk at all. If anyone would shoot off at the mouth, it was Charlie. That was part of the reason she’d given up on her feminine name Catherine and chosen to play the tomboy Charlie. She’d built a reputation for saying something stupid, or brutish. But she spoke what she thought, let her mind do the talking and she didn’t care anymore if it made enemies or friends. She was woman enough to stand on her own two feet and if men didn’t like it, then that was their loss. “I’m not going, Rach.” Rachel’s head snapped up as an exasperated sigh escaped her lips. “But you’d give this band the male audience they need.” Again she erupted into laughter, set one fingertip on the paper with the details and slid it back across the desk. “Men aren’t going to idolise me, darling. If that’s what you want for this band, then you should be auditioning.” As soon as Charlie lifted her finger from the paper, Rachel pushed it back. It was like a bad game of shuffleboard. “Honey, I don’t know one end of a drum kit from the other.” That made Charlie smile, gave her cause to drop the tough girl exterior. She didn’t need to play so hard with Rachel. After all, she’d spent a good portion of her school days protecting Rachel from the likes of Gavin and Roger and even Nik St. Eve. She didn’t need to take out her frustrations with life and men on Rachel. “He’s a sexist pig,” Charlie parried. “Exactly. And you’re the right person for the job.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Men don’t change.” “I didn’t say you had to change him,” Rachel grinned. “Just bring him down a peg or three.” She winked mischievously. Charlie shook her head firmly. “I’d give my right eye to see how he’d react to you, Cat.” Of all the people she knew, Rachel was the only one she allowed to use her given name. Everyone else called her Charlie, but she couldn’t escape Rachel. And if she were honest, she needed Rachel in her life to keep her grounded. Still, Charlie shook her head no. Yeah, she was good enough to get through the auditions. And yeah, she could even see herself drumming full time. But she didn’t need the hang-ups of one Nicholas St. Eve in her life. And she sure as hell didn’t need the bad boy of rock telling her how to drum. “I’m not going. And you can’t make me.” ~ Pulling up to the curb in her hot rod Chevrolet, Charlie grumbled again at her inability to defend against Rachel’s pleas. It didn’t matter that she was a grown woman of twentyseven. Rachel always got the better of her. When Rachel did that puppy-dog thing with her eyes and donned that pretty-please expression, Charlie knew she’d lost the battle. Whether or not she liked it, she agreed to the damned audition. She would meet the revered Nicholas St. Eve. There were no two ways about it. Because if Rachel learned she’d reneged on her promise, well, that innocent little girl exterior would turn into a vision of ferocity Charlie didn’t want to deal with. Besides, she hated disappointing Rachel. Stepping out onto the street, Charlie glanced down at her grease-smeared coveralls. That damned Mustang had gotten the better of her earlier. Tinkering under the bonnet left her running late with barely a change of clothing. At least she wore something resembling rock chic under the coveralls, she thought with some relief. Still, she’d prefer not being here at all. Reaching in to retrieve her sticks from the passenger seat, she locked the mean machine and rounded the front to step up onto the pavement. “Nice wheels,” crooned the security guard. He nodded appreciatively at the new black with purple flames paint job and then whistled at the sight of the glinting new rims. “Must have cost a pretty penny.” Charlie shrugged and nodded and then shook her head. “I’m a mechanic, so yes and no.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser He laughed, nodding at her attire. “A girl mechanic with a pair of drum sticks? That’s not something you see every day.” Pulling her shoulders back defensively, she stuck out her chin in defiance of his seemingly harmless comment. “Says the stuffy uniform eyeing off my wheels.” The surprise in his eyes gave way to a strange sense of approval as he smiled. “If you’re here for those auditions,” he glanced at the warehouse behind him. “You’re going to need all the sass you can muster. I hear he’s a piece of work.” Finally, Charlie cracked a smile. “So am I.” Striding past him, she hurried into the old warehouse. Big and empty, it seemed all wrong and yet strangely right for this moment. Wrong because it was too big and far too shabby for this purpose, but so right given it was in the ass end of town. This is where bad boys liked to play, she decided, on the wrong side of the tracks. Despite the cliché, she suddenly realised this was where she liked to play too. Ahead, a line of chairs waited silently, empty save for one young pimple-faced teen. He fidgeted nervously as she approached. Eyeing him from head to toe, Charlie smiled. He seemed so out of place, but she didn’t laugh. She was out of place. Quietly, she took a seat beside the young man dressed in black leather, complete with studded dog collar. His right foot bounced nervously as the sound of drums filled the air. The audition area was cordoned off by a barrier made crudely from packing crates but Charlie could hear every word spoken. She could also hear every out of tune note and every mistimed beat coming from the drummer. What was the guy thinking? Either he had no idea how bad that sounded, or he’d thrown caution to the wind and decided to audition anyway. On one hand she pitied the poor fool, while on the other, she couldn’t help but admire the courage it took. Fool or champion, he was about to be laughed off stage. The boy beside her winced and cringed at the unkind words spoken to the guy auditioning. She couldn’t help wondering if he was having second thoughts, but then she reminded herself not to judge a book by its cover. After all, take one look at her. A woman auditioning for a band who had made it clear they wanted a man. Perhaps she should be having second thoughts. But damn it, Rach was counting on her. Counting on her to set Mr. St. Eve straight. Now that was a scary thought. “NEXT!” She heard the word shouted just as the previous victim emerged from between two slanting panels of wood. Head bowed, shoulders sagging, fingers almost dragging on the concrete; the young man didn’t look up as he left the building. Her heart went out to
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser him. Probably still in his teens, he no doubt dreamed of stardom drumming for the hottest rock band in the world. Charlie knew she’d give St. Eve a piece of her mind when she came face to face with him. Unlike the young man rising on wobbly legs beside her, she wasn’t intimidated by a man who made his money by singing and screwing every groupie in town. Hell, she’d drum her heart out to secure his approval, only to rip it to shreds by defiantly declaring she wouldn’t play for his band if they were the last band on Earth. A smile spread across her lips. Now that sounded like a plan. Why hadn’t Rachel thought of it? “Good luck,” Charlie said softly as the young man turned. He shrugged before glancing back at her. “They’ll eat me alive.” With a smile that seemed to brighten his features just a little, Charlie winked. “Honey, don’t let them get to you. They’re just grown up boys like you.” Of course he’d been right. The minute she heard him strike the kit she knew they’d devour him. It made her wonder how many of these pimple-faced, star-struck teenage boys St. Eve had listened to today. With vengeance streaking through her, she hoped it had been many. Pity for the young man now trying to audition, however, as St. Eve rudely interrupted with the instruction to, “Stop the bloody torture”. Without so much as thanks for coming, he sent the poor kid scampering away. “What the hell is going on?” he shouted. “How the hell did these kids even think I’d let them play? I’m Nik St. Eve. We’re Tantaliser. Who the hell do these kids think they are? Man, this is so screwed up. Maybe we just cut our losses right now and run like hell. I can’t stand this any more. Are there any others left to audition?” A head poked through the opening, a face Charlie recognised as the band’s lead guitarist. He grinned at Charlie before disappearing. “Ah Nik, there’s one left.” “Well, then? What are you waiting for?” he growled. “Send him through.” Charlie swallowed. Surely he had to know that whoever was sitting here, awaiting their turn, would hear every insolent word he shouted. That was all part of the façade, the bad boy rock jock making his mark on the world. She smiled, realising how much more pleasure it would bring her to turn him down. Oh, yeah. She stood and strode confidently through the small gap in the makeshift wall. Two tables sat on one side, with the four band members lazing in torn chairs. Lead singer Nik, guitarists Casey King and Justin Lagg, and keyboard artist Skeet Martin. A drum kit sat opposite.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser The second Nik saw her, he shot to his feet and grinned. She watched his eyes scour her body from top to toe and silently cursed Rachel for putting her up to this. Despite his Adonis good looks, she wasn’t about to submit to his will or bow down before him. Lord knew there were thousands of women out there who’d do that. Still, she soaked up his bronzed skin, long tousled black hair and stubbled chin greedily. He was good looking. Hell, admit it, Cat. He’s hot. But he’s also a sexist, chauvinist hypocrite and she was determined not to fall into his nice, square definition of a woman. “Well, well, well,” he drooled. “Imagine this? A female drummer.” Keeping her tough exterior intact, Charlie strode over to the table and thrust her hand to Nik. Pumping his hand firmly, she repeated the wordless introduction to each of the others. “Name?” “Charlie Brown,” she said in clipped tones. Before saying another word, she pulled apart the studded coveralls and stepped out of them. In her faded black jeans and Motley Crew T-shirt, she strutted toward the drum kit and took a seat. “What shall I play for you?” Sitting, Nik simply shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, babe.” Tilting her head to the side, she frowned. “Let’s get one thing straight, Mr. St. Eve. I’m not your babe.” He jerked his head back and blinked, disbelief washing over his features. “I’ll call you what I like, honey. It comes with being the lead singer of this band.” Shrugging, Charlie stood and walked back to the puddle of her coveralls. “Okay, nice to meet y’all,” she nodded and stooped to retrieve her clothes. “Now hang on a minute,” Casey, the lead guitarist spoke. He turned to Nik. “Apologise.” Nik blinked up at Casey. The guy had balls standing up to him like this, and if he wasn’t such a brilliant songwriter, Nik would tell him where to go. But he wasn’t apologising. And he wasn’t hiring a female drummer. No way. Who the hell did she think she was anyway? Turning back to the bleached blonde babe, he shook his head. She was a fiery one, and she wasn’t shy in defying him. He didn’t like that in a woman. But he couldn’t deny that body of hers either, long legs, curved hips, breasts just the right size. Yeah, he could take her to bed any day. But those stubborn chocolate brown eyes told him she wasn’t the type to let him. It could make for an interesting challenge. It wouldn’t make for a
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser great member of his band, however, and he didn’t have enough patience to hear her out. So he did the only thing he could think of. He stood and turned back to Casey. “I’m too tired for this shit. You listen. I’ll wait outside.” He did just that, too. Made his way to the other side of the shabby, ready-to-fall-down dividing wall. About to make his way out altogether. Until he heard her play. The sweet sound brought him to a halt. He listened. With his ears and with his brain. She was good, could even rival his old mate Bobby Dale. Her timing was impeccable, her touch perfect as every note hit the right spot. Smooth as honey and enticing his heart to beat along in time. Nik could almost hear Bobby’s voice whisper to him from beyond the grave that she’d make an exceptional addition to the band. But she was a woman, and Tantaliser was a male band. They thrived on the adoration of their legions of female fans, relied on the male fans who wanted to emulate them. They couldn’t add a woman to the mix. Hell no. Granted, she was a hot chick but that attitude grated on him already. Yet, he couldn’t move. Standing in the shadows and listening to her caress the skins, he imagined her under the spotlight and looking mighty fine in whatever she wore. He felt heat rush to his groin, the sensation taking him by surprise. So what if she was hot? Normally, he could admit that without going all teenage-horn-bag. But for the first time in a long time, his libido kicked in with the intention of making up for such a long absence. There was a time when he didn’t think he’d ever get hard again. A time when the doctors warned him all that booze was either going to leave him impotent or kill him. He tried to remember when that had been. Twelve months ago? Longer? He knew he hadn’t been with a woman for at least that long and now here he was, all needy over some babe giving him more cheek than he could stand. Her music filled his ears, while the hormones raging through his body filled his visions with images of hot, uninhibited sex. Almost doubling at the waist, he choked on a cough at the strength of the hard-on. Good God, he thought as he fell to his knees. Hands on hips, he took deep breaths and waited for the need to pass. Even as a teenager he hadn’t given in to foolish fantasy and yet right now…he squeezed his eyes shut… unsure whether he wanted the visions to vanish or continue. Somewhere, from out of some dark corner of his mind, he recalled a recent interview. That reporter, what was her name? Rachel…something. Damn her. She hadn’t mentioned Charlie was a woman. Or a damn fine looking one.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser No, he couldn’t let her join the band. Not if he got hard every time he saw her, heard her voice. Still, he couldn’t deny that the swelling and throbbing in his groin felt good. Luckily for him, she finally stopped. The silence that followed weighed heavily on his shoulders. As a bad boy, it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out, but he felt like a complete heel having walked out on her. Smart mouth or no, she deserved her credit. In two minds whether to go back, he listened as Casey spoke. “That was bloody fantastic, love,” Casey chimed. Nik knew genuine flattery when he heard it. “You’re real good. Where did you learn to play like that?” There was a brief pause before she answered. “I taught myself.” She taught herself to play? Guilt flooded through Nik, but he still wasn’t going to apologise. “School of hard knocks, eh?” Skeet, the keyboards man, piped up. If anyone knew about the school of hard knocks, it was Skeet. She chuckled, the sound almost melodic. “Something like that.” “Are you currently in a band?” Casey continued. “Yes,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “We’ve played a few parties. Nothing too big.” “So why did you come here today?” She chuckled. “A dare, of sorts. Seems I won.” Nik cringed. He’d been played and tested, and he’d failed miserably. Good to see he was still the dumb-ass backward hick from the shitty end of town. Good to see he still fit the stereotype. Well, he’d soon put an end to that. He stood, determined to go in there and set her straight, but his groin ached and he knew his flushed face would give him away. She’d know he’d been listening, know that she was right and had caught him out. Damn her. “Look,” she started, triumph in her voice. “It’s obvious you guys are after a male drummer. That’s okay, really. I’ll just collect my coveralls and be out of your hair then. Thanks for letting me play.” To his right, she appeared. Carrying those grey coveralls and her sticks, she strode through the dim warehouse. A victorious grin played on those enticing red lips, light danced in her eyes. Damn but he wanted to follow, to show her he wasn’t some meathead singer.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser It struck him that if he let her go now, he’d never see her again, never hear that talent with the skins again. But he couldn’t have her join the band. Out of the question. Confused as ever, he got to his feet. His size ten hoofs moved of their own volition, taking him in her direction. Lord, but he was in trouble now… ~ Unable to contain her smugness, she grinned up at the sun. Rachel was going to die when she heard Nik had walked out. He’d proven to be the sexist pig everyone thought he was. She loved proving Rachel wrong, and in this instance, her best friend couldn’t have been further from the truth about the all-knowing, all-conquering lead singer of Tantaliser. Oh man, Charlie practically skipped toward the Chevy. This couldn’t have gone better. Unlocking the passenger door, she opened it, threw in the coveralls and set her prized sticks on the seat. As she removed her arm from the cabin, a firm hand swung the door shut, missing her fingers by mere centimetres. She turned angrily to find Nicholas St. Eve in her face. Heat rolled off him in waves as he backed her up to the car, pressed his hardness against her and claimed her mouth. Fighting him at first, she tried to resist the heat of that tongue, those lips, but it was useless. His musky scent flowed through her as his hands clamped around her face. Slanting his lips this way and that, he possessed her mouth with expert skill. He’d probably done this a thousand times, to as many women, and yet, her heart raced and heat pooled low in her belly. Well, if he wanted a kiss, she’d bloody well give him one. Feeling him hard against her, she thrust her tongue into his mouth, the two dancing hungrily as the heat from his fingers branded her. She wedged her hands between them, flattening them against his chest. Then, with an almighty shove, she pushed him away. “Take your hands off me.” He swallowed, his lips red, his breathing ragged. “You will never join my band, babe.” She laughed, trying to cover her need to have him hard up against her again. “Because I don’t have a Y chromosome. You really are a pig.” Blinking, he shook his head. “If only you knew.” “Fine!” She huffed indignantly. “Allow me to show you that a woman always does it better. I’ll beat you at your own game, St. Eve. You won’t know what hit you.” He grinned. “Bring it on, babe.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser With that, he turned and disappeared back into the warehouse leaving Charlie dazed. With the naiveté of a schoolgirl, she pressed her fingertips to her lips and let the memory of the kiss wash over her. Pig he may be, but he sure knew how to kiss a girl stupid. Chapter 1 Staring down at her open suitcase, Charlie grimaced at the mess. Somewhere in the tangle of clothing hid a toothbrush. She just didn’t know where. Sighing, she gave up and decided to make do with furry teeth for the night. Exhausted and succumbing to jetlag, she sagged onto the king-sized bed and rested her weary head. No one told her this would be so exhausting. The long hours were killing her, the constant demand for her attention was draining, and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Now she understood why rock stars turned into privacy freaks. Still, she wasn’t about to give it away for a few small inconveniences. Even this flitting from city to city had started to become easier. If only she could find her toothbrush with ease. Her lips curved into a smile as her eyes drifted closed. Hotel rooms across the world had become temporary homes since her band, Mystique rocketed to superstardom. A flutter in Charlie’s belly reminded her of the moment it all began. That fateful audition where her world collided so dramatically with Nik’s. If he hadn’t come after her, she probably never would have taken this path. Four days after the audition, she hauled together five kick-ass musicians and an incredible lead singer with the voice of an angel. Two years after that kiss, she had a pile of songs her fans couldn’t get enough of. That day two years ago left her determined to beat him at his own game. Nicholas St. Eve. She let the name drift through her sleepy brain as cool air blew in through the air conditioning vent. Los Angeles was just another city on their long list of brief tour stopovers. Most bands bussed from city to city, but between the endorsements, ticket sales, album sales and the high profile investors backing them, Mystique, travelled by air. Luxurious, though jetlag was a killer. She’d done what Nik had spent years trying to do; she’d made it big in America. Oh, he’d tried…and tried…and tried. And yet she’d still beat him to the punch. American music lovers couldn’t get enough of her all-girl band brand of music. Much to Nik’s annoyance.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser She smiled again. Ah, the sweet taste of victory. Better yet, the press loved her. Thanks to Rachel, of course, she had a media profile second to none. As the band’s PR and image consultant, Rach had steered them in the right direction. Without her, Charlie suspected Mystique wouldn’t be the top line act right now. Not that she spoke to Nik. Or he to her. She didn’t need direct communication with him to know exactly what he was thinking. It was obvious when he spoke to the press, when he allowed reporters to goad him into outrageous remarks about their rival entities. The last one had been a doozy. And boy was he paying for it. His snide remark about her sexual orientation had her male fans almost breaking down Nik’s hotel door. She only laughed off the suggestion, making it all too clear she couldn’t care less what he said. He could call her a lesbian all he liked because it was only an attempt to knock her off her perch—and a lousy one at that. Chuckling at his ill-mannered attempts to surpass her current success, Charlie pressed her fingertips to her temples and gently massaged. Headaches aside, this gig wasn’t too bad. Sure she missed her life as a mechanic, the chance to let down her guard and just be Charlie, but this was too much fun. The money meant nothing to her and the prestige, even less. All that mattered was playing to a live audience, an audience unbiased by her femininity—or perhaps swayed by it, she didn’t know. A soft knock at her door stilled her thoughts. She uttered a command to enter but didn’t move. “Headache still hasn’t gone away?” Rachel closed the door silently and came to rest on the edge of the bed. This life had done wonders for Rachel, too. She’d gone from being a show biz reporter to an in-demand PR wiz. A brief fling with Tantaliser’s lead guitarist, Casey King, left her bitten by the love bug. Unwilling to compromise her credibility, however, Rachel chose to stay with Mystique. It left Charlie far too confused. On one hand, here was her best friend and ultimate believer in love, marriage and faith, giving up on that very thing to stay by Charlie’s side. Yet, on the other hand, it was obvious Rach was neck deep in love with the guy. It left Charlie feeling somewhat guilty for being the catalyst for it all. Opening one eye to look at her best friend, Charlie nodded easily so as not to shake her brain about too much. “This one’s a killer.” “Honey,” Rachel smiled apologetically and rubbed Charlie’s arm. “Is there anything I can get you?” “Some ice, perhaps?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Still with only one eye open, Charlie watched as Rachel smiled and stood up. Over at the small bar, she grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the bucket and wrapped them in a hand towel. She returned to set the small ice pack on Charlie’s forehead before sitting on the bed again. “I suppose now’s a bad time to tell you that he’s in town, huh?” Charlie sighed, and then smiled. “Yes dear, now’s a bad time.” Damn him. He was still following her. Not that he’d admit it. No, he would just explain it away by saying it was coincidence. Their bands just happened to be in the same town at the same time. Yeah, right. “Would you like me to put in a word at the front desk? Make sure he doesn’t bother you?” Charlie almost laughed. She could imagine Nik striding up to the front desk, those long legs moving lazily but surely, and being told he wasn’t allowed in the building. Now that would be a sight: a grown man throwing a tantrum. She wouldn’t put it past him, though for his sake, she hoped like hell he was finally learning something. Learning she didn’t want him around. Learning that his star would keep sliding back down into the pools of obscurity if he didn’t start focusing on his career. He needed to start writing music again. Stop obsessing about her and Mystique long enough to let Tantaliser find its way back into the charts. Casey would surely be thankful, as would Skeet. And of course, their fans would finally have some new music to cheer about. “Nah,” Charlie sighed. “I’ll deal with him. Just keep him away from the others, okay?” Rachel nodded. Her intense blue eyes seemed sad tonight, and Charlie couldn’t help but wonder if she missed Casey. They made a great couple. Even if Charlie didn’t believe in love, she knew a good thing when she saw it. “You should go and see him,” she said before censoring her mouth. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to bring it up.” Rachel shrugged. “No biggie. Besides, we talk on the phone often enough.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “You miss him.” It wasn’t a question. Rachel could deny it all she liked in public, but here, just between the two of them, it was a reality she couldn’t escape. “Yes, but you already knew that. I like that you don’t judge us, or me.” “Never,” Charlie smiled at her life long friend. “And if you ask me…” “I didn’t,” Rachel grinned. “And please, let’s drop it.” Because it hurts too much. That was evident in the woman’s expressive eyes. Charlie did as requested, dropping the subject like a hot potato. Instead, she shifted the iced towel on her forehead, noting how wet it had gotten. The silence blanketing them was comfortable and familiar. Their years of kinship allowed them to communicate without words at times, and when Rachel removed the makeshift ice pack to massage Charlie’s scalp, no one said a word. Closing her eyes again, Charlie didn’t block the vision of Nik that popped up. Apart from the one kiss they’d shared, they hadn’t touched each other in two years. They’d come close. Excruciatingly close, in fact. At the industry awards last year. Together in a room backstage, they managed to avoid eye contact for only a couple of seconds. The instant their gazes locked, they moved toward each other. Playing out some bizarre silent mating dance, they kept an inch of sparking air between them as they stepped around in a circle. His eyes greedily stroked her body. Her fingers itched to be buried in his long, clean, silken hair. If she’d given in… Inexplicable, really. He was still a chauvinistic pig. A hypocrite. But the electricity that crackled any time they were close was explosive. It was all consuming and gave her a head rush of gigantic proportions, but she couldn’t understand how the physical urge translated into something deeper. When she managed to escape his presence, she had almost crumpled in a heap on the floor. He stirred passions in her she couldn’t explore, dreams and hopes that had nothing to do with the simmering sexual tension between them. It was one thing for her body to crave his touch, his taste, and another thing for her heart to open up to him. One thing was for certain. Nicholas St. Eve was still a bad, bad boy. Rumours about him with other women were rife. Not that she believed them. Or maybe she didn’t want to believe them. Considering the idea for all of a minute, she tossed it aside without a second thought. No, he could be with as many women as he liked because he’d never have her. She’d never give in to his wily ways. He was the kind of man who could bed a woman and leave before the sun came up. Not the kind of man she wanted to be with. “You’re thinking about him,” Rach teased gently. Her fingers on Charlie’s scalp were heavenly.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Liar,” Charlie whispered, knowing it was she who was lying. “Right back at you kid.” Rach chuckled. “It’s okay to think about him. Unless you’re imagining the two of you naked and—” Rachel sucked in a sharp breath and slapped a hand over her mouth. Charlie’s eyes popped open, as did her mouth. “Rachel!” “Oh my God,” she giggled. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from.” Charlie smiled knowingly. “I do.” Eyebrows arching, Rachel eyed her curiously. “Really?” “Sexual frustration,” she announced as if she were some sort of expert. “You need to get laid, girl.” Of the two of them, only Charlie could speak so crudely. But it got the job done and to her surprise, Rachel nodded. Well, hallelujah, the girl finally acknowledged her womanly needs. How she got by in this business with her polite thank you’s and pleases was anyone’s guess, though Charlie loved her for it. Without Rachel’s manners keeping her civil, she’d surely piss off a thousand people in no time. “Don’t sweat it,” Charlie smiled and touched Rachel’s hand softly. “I understand.” “You do?” Rachel sounded shocked. Laughing, Charlie sat up and blinked. “We all have urges, Rach. Even me.” “And how do you deal with them?” Grinning, Charlie cocked her head to the side. The expression on Rachel’s face told her she expected something crude to come out of her mouth. She was almost right, but not this time. “I bang my drum.” Well, it sounded better in her head. The two of them laughed out loud though Charlie couldn’t help but wonder if Rachel didn’t see right through her. Since her last, unsatisfying encounter with Nik, her frustration levels were at an all time high. She needed release, and not of the drum-banging kind either. Explosive sounded more enticing, electric even better. As for orgasmic… Rachel slid off the bed, rising to her full five foot five height and setting a quick kiss on Charlie’s forehead. “I’m going to turn in. All this talk of sexual tension has me on edge. I’ll see you in the morning. We’ll check out the venue after lunch.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Nodding, Charlie stood as well and saw her best friend to the door. “Night.” Closing the door gently, Charlie leaned her forehead against it in a moment of silence. In some ways, she missed the old days. The days before everything became hectic, before time equated too strongly with money. Hanging out with her mates seemed like such a blast back then. So little responsibility, so much to see and do. Now she’d seen and done so much that she wanted a break from all the responsibility. Maybe she was losing her mind, she thought. After all, she had so much to be thankful for. The members of her band were a blast too, though they weren’t exactly roughnecks. And that was probably the hardest part for Charlie. The girls didn’t go for clowning around like the boys did. She was a self-confessed tomboy and somehow, make-up and jewellery just didn’t sit right with Charlie. Sighing heavily, she was glad the music they created entertained so many. Better still, it was music each of the band members agreed on. She jumped when the phone rang, the harsh sound shattering the night silence. Wondering what one of the girls had forgotten or needed now, she padded over to the phone and picked it up. Only she didn’t hear a woman’s voice on the other end. “I need to see you.” Nik. “What for?” she demanded. No pleasantries in this conversation. He sighed loudly. “Do I have to spell it out?” “Yep.” She knew it had to be torture for him; after all, she wasn’t exactly the type to fall at his feet and worship the ground he walked on. And yeah, she enjoyed it just a little. “You. Me. Hot, sweaty sex.” Charlie gulped. “Are you serious?” she managed, pushing the sudden lump of want in her throat aside. She wondered were he was, exactly. “Good God, woman,” he ground out in a whisper. “How serious do I have to get? I’m begging, damn it.” Charlie’s thoughts stilled. He was serious. Deadly serious if the desperation in his voice was anything to go by.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Who was this man? One minute he’s a grumbling sexist pig, the next he’s pleading with her to go to bed with him. What the hell? Had she really gotten under his skin that much? He didn’t really strike her as the kind of guy who had to beg for sex. Hell, if the rumours were true, all he had to do was open his hotel room door and usher in the next woman waiting in line. Because in truth, Nik was the hottest property in the music industry. He oozed sex appeal and made even the most prim TV reporters gush in his presence. The arrogance that came along with those good looks, however, left Charlie determined to push him away. As if struck by lightning, she realised she had snuck under his thick skin. For so long she’d thought his outspoken behaviour was a jealousy driven ploy to destroy her band’s popularity. All along, it was a ploy to make her confront him, get her within arm’s reach. The realisation should have angered her, but it didn’t. Without warning, her belly tightened and moisture pooled between her thighs. Dropping to the edge of the bed, she tried to control her thumping heart and her runaway imagination. She failed. Instead, visions of what they could look like together assaulted her senses. She could almost feel his roughened hands on her skin, smell his musky scent as he pulled her body to him… Jerking the phone away from her ear, Charlie took a deep, slow breath to calm herself down. Hearing his voice on the other end, she berated herself for giving in so easily. With a shake of her head, she straightened her spine and pulled back her shoulders. Thrusting her breasts forward, she almost pulled off the haughty demeanour until she imagined his hands on her breasts. Falling back against the bed, she brought the phone back up to her ear. “I’m here,” she sighed, defeated. “But it’s not going to happen.” “Why?” She stayed silent. Answers eluded her. “You felt it, didn’t you? Between us. Backstage last year. I swear to God I saw it in your eyes.” Again she stayed silent. Any attempt at speech now would give her away. Instead, she tried to ignore the pulsing need in her womb. “Damn you woman. I want you in my bed. Just once.” Just once?
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “To get you out of my system,” he clarified, though she wondered if it was for her benefit, or for his. “Then we can go our separate ways.” Finding her voice, she said, “You think it’ll just take one time?” “One night,” he growled, his voice deep and thick, sluicing through her veins like a poison. “Dusk ‘til dawn. More than one time, babe.” Babe. There it was again. That term of endearment that meant nothing of the sort coming from him. Lord but he was frustrating. “No.” He laughed, sinister and low, causing her to squeeze her thighs together tightly. Closing her eyes, she could feel him there, touching her, tasting her. His soft voice in her ear left her body in no doubt as to what it wanted. “You want me,” he insisted. “Inside you, hard and hot. Admit it.” His challenge called to her but her body betrayed her. “No.” “You lie badly, baby. I can do things to you that will make you beg.” Lord help her but she wanted details. “Like what?” A chuckle slipped into her ear. “I’ll take each of your nipples into my mouth, suck on them until you cry out.” Involuntarily her back arched off the bed. Suddenly it was all she could do to keep her clothes on. “Leave hot wet kisses on your skin as I make my way down south, between those trembling thighs. Slip my tongue through your swollen wet lips until I find that sweet paradise. You’ll be hot, slick, and demanding that I take you. But I won’t, not until we’ve explored every possibility.” Charlie felt her control slipping. She should hang up right now. But she didn’t. Instead, she trailed fingertips over her erect nipples, over her belly and down between her thighs. He was right. She was hot for him, more so than she’d ever been for a man before. Swallowing the thickness in her throat, Charlie opened her mouth to speak only a moan escaped, bringing a satisfied laugh from Nik’s more than capable mouth. “That’s right,” he sighed. She could almost imagine him nodding his pleasure at her loss of control. He was playing power games and she tumbled right into his trap. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser The words escaped, unbidden and far too open for her liking. “I want you,” she groaned. “Inside me...” “Hard and hot, thrusting into your softness,” he finished. God he was good. “Yes,” she dragged the word out as the walls of her vagina contracted. All she had to do was press a finger to her clit and she was gone. Did she want that? Could she afford to let him win this game? The desperation in his voice was gone, the exasperation at having her beat him in the battle of the bands replaced by sweet victory over the command of her body. “Oh Nik,” she cried out as she gave in to the need. Her fingers worked expertly through the material of her cargo pants, bringing her body to a shuddering paradise. “Oh baby,” he cried out with her, his voice filtering through the rush inside her brain to let her know she wasn’t alone. “Don’t stop now, honey,” he demanded, his breathing heavy, his words clipped. Charlie smiled wickedly. While there might be a power struggle going on here, she wasn’t out of the race by a long shot. He’d lost control as much as she had, this episode of phone sex letting her know she was still firmly wedged under his skin whether he liked it or not. Release be damned, she would exploit this for all it was worth. “Nik?” He coughed. “Yes, babe?” “Was it as good for you?” He sighed dreamily. She could almost see the after-sex radiance light his face. “Oh yeah.” “Good,” she said with a nod. “Because it’s as close to sex with me as you’ll ever get.” And with that, she hung up. ~ Damn. Nik sighed and put the phone back in its cradle. The girl’s got game. Still, he wasn’t too disappointed. She’d given him what he was after. So what if it wasn’t skin on skin sex? He’d had his first orgasm in almost three years and if it wasn’t for her, he probably wouldn’t even have discovered he was back in the hunt. He made a mental note to thank her one day, properly, and in person.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Lying back on the couch of his hotel suite, he pictured her lying on her hotel bed. Her skin would be flushed, nipples erect, eyes glazed over. All by his doing. The thought left him feeling strong and invincible. Words flitted through his head as the melody of a song took shape. While it slowly morphed in his mind, Nik paid a visit to the bathroom before grabbing pen and paper and feverishly making notes. Setting them on the table, he picked up his guitar and got to work on the tune. Feeling good, he smiled. He hadn’t written anything new in almost two long years and it was all because he’d gotten his jollies over the phone. Well, to put it mildly anyway. More importantly, it was that enigma of a woman who’d brought his creativity to a screeching halt in the first place. How ironic she would be the one to kick-start the engines again after all this time. Nik stifled a laugh and focused his attention on his guitar. After half an hour, there was a knock on his door. Casey poked his head through. A grin spread from ear to ear and if Nik didn’t know the guy, he would’ve sworn he’d just gotten laid. But not this time. No, this was more basic than that. They were back. Nik was writing again, making music. Motioning for Casey to come in all the way, Nik continued to pluck at the strings on his guitar. Once the door was closed, he broke into the first verse of the song. With you in my life I know I am strong Ready to take on the world Girl let me be your man Straddling a stool, Casey nodded. “I like it. Let me guess. Charlie?” Nik shrugged. The source of his inspiration didn’t matter, just the end product. And if phone sex did this to him, he could only imagine what real sex could do. The thought excited him and he quickly penned the next verse and a possible chorus. Before you I was an empty shell Incapable of feeling Numb from head to toe Baby I’m yours Hook, line and sinker Take me back Baby I’m yours
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“Shit,” Casey laughed. “There’s my man. Where the hell have you been?” Setting the guitar down, Nik pulled out a chair and sat. Staring at the words on the page, he saw the rest of the song virtually write itself. Acting like a conduit for a divine force, he finished the song and spun the paper around for Casey to see. I know I hurt you Knife through the heart But honey, you’ve a heart of gold Can you forgive me? I’ll do what it takes Walk barefoot over hot coals Jump without the ‘chute Just tell me what to do Baby I’m yours Hook, line and sinker Take me back Baby I’m yours If only you knew You breathe light into my life Warm me from the inside out I am nothing without you His mate whistled and shook his head. “We’re playing in two nights. Let’s run this through. What do you say?” Nik blinked. The rough draft of the song was just that, rough as hell and barely five minutes old. And yet, Casey thought they should give it a go. He couldn’t stop the joy that flooded through him even if he wanted to. Damn, they might just make it through this bumpy patch after all. Silently, Nik thanked God for bringing Charlie into his life. She was trying, frustrating, and downright stubborn, but she’d proven to be his inspiration. Even if he had spent the last two years remembering that kiss every single night. Even if her touch had been burned into his memory; those chocolate brown eyes and that strong jaw the last vision he saw each night. She was a part of him now and she couldn’t escape that. He wouldn’t let her. “Are you all right Nik?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Nik nodded, standing up to work off some of the residual sexual energy. Sure, he’d found his release, but he wouldn’t be rid of it until he’d lost it with her in his arms. But he wasn’t about to let Casey know that. The guy was too closely connected to Charlie through Rachel. He’d already blabbed enough for Nik’s liking. If either of those women knew just what Charlie did to him, he was toast. They’d never let him live it down. Though, he realised glumly, he’d probably given himself away with his little boy blues at the start of the phone call. Still, Charlie wasn’t getting her hands on this piece of information. He decided it was not in his best interest for her to know she was the inspiration behind this song. Instructing Casey to keep his mouth shut about Charlie, Nik paced over to the balcony. Sliding the glass door open, he let out the artificially cooled air. The night heat hit him, fuelling the need that still burned. He never could keep anything from Casey. “You’ve got it bad for her, haven’t you?” Casey sidled up beside Nik. “But hey, if it inspires you to write great stuff and sells us more tickets, then hell, no one will know. Trouble is, what will you do next time? You can’t keep writing songs about her. Eventually she’ll figure it out.” Nik shot Casey a warning look but the man ignored him. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but you know she won’t drop her guard for a song or two. She’s got it in for you bad since you walked out of that audition.” “Oh,” Nik nodded slowly, a sly grin curving his lips. “Don’t worry about that. I’ve got that angle covered.” Because if he knew women, then he knew she’d be coming back for more. Next time, she wouldn’t settle for hands free phone sex. Oh, no. He smiled. She’d be wanting the real deal next time. Skin on skin. Heat inside and out. Sure as he needed oxygen to breathe, she’d be back. And next time, she’d be the one calling him. “Be careful, eh Nik?” Casey warned on his way out. “Whatever,” Nik waved him away. “Don’t get burned, man.” Nik waited for the guitarist to leave before sliding the door shut against the smog. It was the only thing he didn’t like about LA and, after spending time in cities with much cleaner air, Nik had become sensitive. Cities like Sydney, Australia. That lovely little place where he first came across the fiery Charlie. Resting his forehead against the cool glass, he willed his body to settle down. As much as he wanted the real deal, he wasn’t going to get it tonight. The air conditioning barely
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser With a little time between the Charlie succumbing to his voice on the phone and the Charlie standing in a dazed silence now, she could safely distance herself from falling into such a trap. She was certain it would never happen between them, at least, not the kind of flesh on flesh adventure he was after. “Why are we here again?” Charlie shouted to Rachel over the music. Rachel threw her an irritated glance. Good one, Cat, she thought, just try to hold a conversation in the middle of a concert with the band raising the roof. Waiting for Rachel to answer her question, Charlie scanned what section of the crowd she could see. Amazed by the diversity of fans packed into the arena, she couldn’t stop the twinge of jealousy that bit into her. She hadn’t figured out a way to entice the older crowd, the forty-something’s with a higher disposable income. And yet, despite his fading popularity, Nik had done it. Not only had he done it, he’d done it in America. She swallowed the urge to throw a rotten tomato—if only she had one handy—as the music died down. As the crowd settled, Rachel leaned in. “Just shut up and enjoy the show, okay?” Charlie tugged playfully on the outrageous red wig she’d donned for this little escapade. Coming here was bad enough. But dressing up in a disguise for the occasion? That was going too far. “I still want to know,” Charlie insisted, her stubborn streak getting the better of her. “Why are we here?” As the crowd quieted, Rachel leaned in and smiled. “Because he was at Mystique’s concert last night. Happy?” Charlie grabbed her friend’s arm. “He was what?” Laughing, Rachel patted Charlie’s hand. “You heard me.” So he was at her show? He’d come in to take a peek at the opposition without her knowing. Suspicion snaked along Charlie’s spine. Her first thoughts drifted to why he would be there in the first place. There were no two ways about it, he was acting on a secret mission. Either trying to capitalise on her mistakes or find some weakness to exploit. Well, two could play at that game. “So we’re here to see what he’s stolen?” Rachel laughed again. “No, silly.” Growling softly so as not to draw too much attention, Charlie fixed Rachel with a fierce stare. “So help you, Rach, you’d better spill it before I extract it myself.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Grinning, Rachel leaned her mouth close to Charlie’s ear. “Apparently, he’s been a busy boy since he dropped into town. I hear he’s been writing new music.” Jerking backwards, Charlie bumped into the Amazon and spun to apologise. The big, bronzed woman, with long waves of auburn hair, nodded her acceptance and then stared hard at Charlie. Oh no, Charlie thought, we’ve been sprung. Before the woman could open her mouth, however, the voice of one Nicholas St. Eve captured the crowd’s attention. How he could bring thousands of screaming fans to near silence with just a few words was mesmerising and when she turned to look at the stage, Charlie’s mouth fell open. Sitting alone on stage, with only his guitar and a mic, Nik dominated the arena. Charisma oozed from him while joy seemed to make him ten feet tall. If the look on his face was anything to go by, she knew exactly what he was feeling, “You guys have supported us and I really have to thank you,” he smiled, scanning the crowd. “So I’m going to treat you all to a brand new song. It’s called “Baby I’m Yours” and goes out to a woman who, unfortunately, couldn’t be here tonight.” A hand gripped hers and when she glanced down, she saw Rachel’s white knuckles covering her own, shaky hand. Not wanting to miss a beat, Charlie’s head snapped up as Nik began strumming his guitar. The effect of his fingers caressing the strings coupled with her memory of that kiss and that phone call left her hot and bothered. Imagining what those fingers could do to her caused her heart to thump strongly in her chest while heat gathered low. His voice over the telephone wires was bad enough and now she had vivid images to add to her fantasy. “Are you okay?” Charlie nodded but didn’t utter a word. Her mouth felt as if it had been glued shut. With her eyes trained on the rock God on stage, she could only ride out the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. Hot damn, he was good. And if she knew Nik, then this was all a part of his seduction. The lyrics to ‘Baby I’m Yours’ struck a chord deep in Charlie and the familiarity of them set her mind reeling. Oh, he probably had no idea she was right there watching him. But he’d planted the seeds of desire knowing they’d sprout on their own. He’d probably call her one more time to give the seedlings a chance to really take hold. “Charlie?” Rachel squeezed her hand hard, forcing Charlie to turn and face her. She hadn’t told Rach, her best friend forever, about Nik’s call, let alone about the phone sex. But by now, Rachel would have guessed something was up and she was too smart not to know that it had something to do with Nik.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser All the years of non-verbal communication had to count for something but for once, Charlie wanted to keep this to herself. She could almost see Rachel’s brain doing double time to figure things out. With enough time, Rachel would. So Charlie did the only thing she knew to do to stop their psychic communication. She excused herself. Pushing past the Amazon and squeezing through the crowd, Charlie didn’t look back. When she made it to the aisle, she turned and bolted up the stairs and out into the open-air tier. Despite the oppressive heat, she gulped down big deep breaths of night air. She searched for the nearest restroom but Rachel was hot on her heels. “What’s going on, Catherine Brown?” Uh-oh. Rachel had used her full name. She was in deep trouble. Stopping, Charlie turned. “I’m not talking about this just yet. Let me work it out in my head first.” A security guard took two steps toward them in a bid to prevent trouble and then, on seeing both women shoot angry looks his way, turned around and disappeared. Once they were alone, Charlie ripped the wig from her head. It felt much better to let her scalp breathe. Rachel rushed forward and tried to snatch the wig away. “He’ll never know I was here,” Charlie hissed. “Let me have a few moments of peace. This thing itches like crazy.” Coming to a standstill, Rachel suddenly lifted a hand to her wig-covered head and blushed. “You’re right.” Slipping easily into their comfortable silence, they both laughed. But it was only a cover. Deep down, Charlie’s heart was spinning out of control. He’d written that song after their phone ‘conversation’. Not that she had some fluffy notion he really liked her or cared. He was only physically attracted and maybe even that was too generous a description. When he’d picked up the phone and dialled her hotel room, he’d been acting on primal, caveman urges and she was the first woman to pop into his brain. How or why she didn’t know. Surely he had a dozen ready, willing, and able women stationed outside his door for that exact purpose. But he called her. It was only an attempt to steal back the power and control he believed she’d stolen, wasn’t it? “I’m not talking about this.” Charlie repeated. “But it’s about Nik, right?” Charlie stood unmoving. She wasn’t going to deny it, or admit it, because she sure as hell didn’t know how she felt about it. Yes it, was about Nik. But no, it wasn’t about any competition between the bands. Of course, it looked that way to anyone on the outside. Rachel wasn’t on the outside. She was right here, stuck in the middle with Charlie and if
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser anyone knew the answer to that question, then it was Rachel. The look on her face said so. The mixture of sympathy and joy in her eyes said so. “You’ll come to me when you’re ready,” Rachel nodded, pulling Charlie into one of their tight embraces. “But until then, please don’t do anything rash.” “Me?” Charlie laughed. Her question was rhetorical. Rash should have been her middle name. “Look,” Rachel took a deep breath, as they pulled apart. “We’re going to miss the end of the concert if we stay out here. Call me selfish, but I want to watch Casey a little longer. Take a cab back to the hotel and get a good night’s sleep.” Yeah, right. Get a good night’s sleep? Who was Rachel trying to kid? After feeling Nik’s presence ghosting around her for the better part of the day, seeing him in person tonight, and then hearing the words of his new song, any chance she had of getting a good night’s sleep were between zero and none. Still, she nodded placidly and set a kiss on Rachel’s cheek. She watched her best friend straighten her wig and dive straight back into the throng of the crowd pulsating to Tantaliser’s final song. Standing alone, Charlie figured it best to get the stupid wig back on her head. She needed a mirror and so she found the nearest restrooms. In the silent room, she tucked her bleached blonde locks back under the red wig and shook her head at her image. Seriously, she looked like Britney in that film clip. All she needed was a black cape and a pair of thigh high CFM black leather boots. Suddenly sure she’d just imagined Nik’s ultimate fantasy, she turned on the cold tap and splashed icy water over her face. She was losing it. Worse, she was losing it over a self-obsessed ape named Nik. No one deserved attention less than him with his hedonistic, Neanderthal take on life. And yet, she still couldn’t get him out of her mind. Or the feel of him off her body. Imagined feel, she corrected, which only made things worse. How could she allow herself to be plagued by a vision? Now, if there’d been real contact, she could justify the memory. But this was a perceived memory, and a surely over-indulged one at that. Shaking her head, she closed the tap and took a good, long, hard look at herself. Her eyes seemed haunted, sunken, tired. Her skin was unnaturally whiter than usual. Even her lips, normally bright red without lipstick, seemed pale pink. As far as her health went, Charlie was generally as strong as an ox. Okay, so she’d endured a plane ride, got her kicks over the phone, and played to an incredible crowd all in the space of three days. Surely that shouldn’t have created this stranger staring back at her.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser It had to be the stress. The worry over having him so damned close for no good reason. Over their continued coincidental meetings. Over their almost-sex. Almost? She blinked. Yeah, almost. And she had to make sure it didn’t become a reality. Being with him in the same room was out of the question. Lord, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other over the phone—figuratively speaking of course. How they’d be able to hold a civil conversation was beyond her. But she needed to find a way to exorcise him from her head because the stubborn mule had taken up residence and wasn’t leaving any time soon. Evicting him wasn’t going to be easy. Pushing away from the sink, she strode out of the restrooms and headed backstage. Sure she was about to step into a hornet’s nest and come away with too many wounds, she needed to set him straight. No more phone calls, no more contact. Nada. Zip. None. Zilch. Striding up to the security guard keeping watch over the entrance, Charlie sucked in a breath and pulled off the wig. Her only hope was that he’d recognise her and let her through. And somehow, that was exactly what happened. The big burly bloke simply smiled and stepped aside, letting her pass unheeded. Too easy. Far too easy. Worry set in as she tucked the wig under her arm and made her way through the maze that was backstage. No one should ever make it backstage so easily, which only meant one thing: he had known she would come. It was no different to backstage at a Mystique concert. Only, there were a lot more techies securing props and storing the pyro displays for the next show. Some of them looked up as she strode by, silent in their observation of her presence. Witnesses to her stupidity. Because that was exactly what this was. Stupidity. She knew it, but wouldn’t turn back. Instead, she ploughed on, grabbing Nik by the arm the second he appeared and hauling him into a small janitorial closet off to one side. ~ “Jesus, woman,” he breathed, annoyed how one of these damned women could get past his top dollar security, until he recognised who she was. He barely had his breath back from the standing ovation and now here she was, looking mad as hell and ready to skin him alive. Slamming the door shut, he blinked at the semi-
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser darkness. The shaft of light under the door lit the room enough, but he needed to get closer. With one step, he pushed her against the wall, pinned her there with his body. She didn’t protest when he raked his hands up along her curved hips and over her ribs. Her only move was to close her eyes when his fingers grazed the undersides of her breasts. He felt a quiver rush through her body and didn’t think twice. Dipping his head, he clamped his lips to the crook of her neck and filled his hands with those delightfully firm breasts. God she tasted good. Even better when he was filled with the adrenaline from the show. His erection took no effort as he licked and nibbled. Her first impatient moan gave him reason to dispense with the pleasantries while her hands in his hair brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss. He could devour her in one gulp, would do it too if she wasn’t careful. Wicked delight rippled through him as he realised this was a hundred times better than any phone call. What had he been thinking? He relished her hands in his hair, drawing his head back from hers to put just enough space between them. But the contrast between her body language and her eyes was stark. Her body was primed for him, but the expression on her face said otherwise. He realised she’d come to repeat more firmly what she’d said over the phone. That they’d never have real sex. Her eyes demanded he listen and respect her wish, but her hands drew him closer again until her tongue was in his mouth, possessing him, owning him. “No!” She ripped her lips away. “No, Nik.” “Yes,” he growled but held back. “You want it.” He forced her to look at him. “I need it.” He blew out a hot breath, a few wispy tendrils of hair dancing around her face. The desperate little boy was back, clawing and scratching until she saw reason. Until she saw they both needed this. Damn it, that they weren’t right for each other didn’t matter. Physically, it was right. “No,” she repeated. Searching her deep brown eyes, he saw she had no more explanations. But her eyes told him very clearly. No. On the other hand, her body screamed completely opposite signals. Her confusion left him unsure, and Nik had never been unsure about a woman. But he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Because there was no doubt that pleasuring this woman until she couldn’t see straight would devastate her right now. “What is it?” he said softly, encouraging her with light caresses to her cheek. Damn, he was in danger of becoming a gentleman. “Tell me.” She shook her head before shrugging free of their contact. The small closet didn’t exactly give them a lot of distance. Hell, he could still feel her heat tugging at him. His
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser hands itched to hold her, touch her. His lips protested at the cold air now against them. As for his erection, no cold shower would fix that. “Charlie?” “We’re not right,” she growled. “Not right for each other. Shit, you’re the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. You’re no good for me.” “So why are you here, love?” He smiled. He’d been that man, until it had nearly killed him. She bristled. He knew it was at the word ‘love’. Just as she’d informed him the first time round, she wasn’t his babe. And she wasn’t his love. But he wasn’t about to stop using the same words he’d heard and used all his life for any woman. Even if she was gorgeous as hell with her plumped lips, her flushed skin and her hooded eyes. “Stop. Stop everything. No calls. No same city bullshit, either.” He shrugged. “I can do that. But why?” Her mouth flew open but no sounds came out. Instead, she remained silent. When he stepped closer, she held her ground. He still felt the heat radiating from her, calling to him, encouraging him to lose the sensitive new-age guy in favour of the sex-starved caveman. “We shouldn’t,” she parried weakly. Nik grinned as she backed up against the wall again. He rested his body against hers, her erect nipples an unmistakable clue that she was as turned on by him as he was by her. “Do you always listen when people say you shouldn’t?” He crooned, cupping her chin and staring deep into her eyes. The dim light of the closet shielded her somewhat but he saw what she wanted. And he’d give it to her too. If only she’d say the magic word. “Nik,” she warned, her hands against his chest. He remembered the last time and decided not to make the same mistake twice. Taking her wrists firmly, he secured her arms above her head without a fight. “Please.” He winked. “Please yes?” he offered. “Or please no?” She sighed, let her head thunk back against the wall and moaned, “Yes, please.” It was all the permission he needed. Taking her mouth again, he tantalised her tongue, teased her eyes open, nudged her knees apart with his until he could slide a thigh in between hers. Heat met him and he knew that if he were to explore further, she’d be
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser wet for him. Yes. Dropping her hands, he gripped the backs of her knees and lifted her to his hips. Surprisingly, it wasn’t all one-way traffic. Her hands in his hair pulled his head closer, held him still while she explored his mouth. That hot breath fanned over him as he settled into a fevered rhythm against her, knowing there were way too many barriers here. But hey, if phone sex could work, so could this. “You still want me,” he growled in her ear. He smiled when she shuddered. “You still want me,” she repeated, her voice soft and feminine and reminding him of who started this in the first place. “Hell yes. And I’ll take you right here if that’s what you want.” He paused, waited, leaned back to look in her eyes. She did and she didn’t. That much he could read. It sucked that he couldn’t work out why. “I’m sorry.” “Why?” She shook her head, tried to wriggle free. He held her, made her look at him, be honest with him. “It’s too complicated.” He grunted a laugh. “Look who you’re talking to. Complicated?” He raised an eyebrow. “Shit. Complicated is my middle name, babe.” “I don’t trust you.” He nodded. “I know. But are you telling me you’re after white picket fences and a labradoodle?” She chuckled softly. “No, no labra-doodles.” “Are you telling me the other night wasn’t incredible?” She frowned and leaned her face close to his. Heat smacked him hard. “Incredible, but ultimately only part-way there, babe.” It was all he could do not to come. Yeah, the girl’s got game, he thought, rocking his hips gently. He felt his hardened bulge fit neatly between her thighs and wished like hell he was buried inside her. Not knowing what she wanted, he pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat and set her back on her feet. “Thank you,” she whispered.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Nik shook his head. “Don’t thank me. I don’t understand what the hell’s going on. The way I see it, it’s pretty clear. I want you, you want me. We’ll worry about what comes after that later. What’s so wrong with that?” Charlie sighed. What was so wrong with that? After all, she didn’t believe in happily ever after. Not after seeing her father leave for a packet of cigarettes and never return. And definitely not after seeing him years later with some woman half his age and a new child on the way. That was what had been wrong with her and Gavin. So desperate to believe in everlasting love, she forgave him for his first misdemeanour. Then she overlooked the second slight. It wasn’t until his third affair that she’d snapped and booted him out of their shared apartment. But it wasn’t just her patience that had been broken; it had been what little faith she’d had as well. Staring up into Nik’s confused eyes, she wondered why they couldn’t have a purely physical affair. He didn’t want happily every after. Nor did she. If they kept it simple, no one would get hurt. Would they? “Nik,” she shook her head. “I don’t…” “Hush,” he pressed a finger to her lips, stopping her mid-sentence. Just the touch of his skin brought her body away from the wall and against his. “You don’t need to answer me now, gorgeous,” he kissed her temple. Soft and sweet and hot all at the same time. How did he do that? “Sleep on it.” And there it was again. That good night’s sleep. Fat chance, she thought ruefully. “Nik,” she started again, a little unsure of just what she was going to say when his lips crashed against hers, shaking her to the core. “Shut up, woman,” he growled, his lips moving against hers. “I’m trying to do the right thing here.” Charlie smiled. She didn’t think Nik was capable of doing the right thing. Still, she respected his plea and kept her mouth closed. Until she realised where she was and just how many stagehands would be lurking outside. Her eyes pulled wide as she feared she wouldn’t get out without some tabloid splashing her photo across the front page. Before she could speak, he bent and retrieved the wig she’d dropped. “Just follow my lead,” he winked, fitting the disguise back over her head. His eyes held hers in a heated stare as he tucked away her telltale bleached blonde locks. He rolled her jean jacket off her shoulders, replacing the item with his leather one
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Calm and relaxed, she enjoyed the company of her band members and Rachel as they were treated to a cruise on the bay. Yeah, it really was a lot like home and while she only had her mother left in Sydney to miss, she experienced an unexpected pang of homesickness. With the chaos of LA behind her, and Nik safely on his way to Detroit, she was assured some peace. Of course, the media had snagged onto the events at Tantaliser’s last show like a fly on a hamburger. There was the earth shattering revelation Nik was indeed writing again. His comments about the mysterious woman spun the endless tabloids into frenzied attempts to find out who she was. There were of course the usual suspects, the serial rock star daters who’d gone on record to approve of Nik and his sexy bad boy behaviour. Then there was a plethora of wannabe movie stars clamouring for their five seconds of fame. No. No fifteen minutes of fame locked up in this one, girls. Just a mere few seconds before a new celebrity clambered her way right over the top of you to be linked with Nik. She could laugh at them, but she didn’t. Because the truth was that she had acted every bit as childish the night of the concert. The thought of being locked with him in that closet, of deliberately putting herself in such an exposed position, sent a shudder through her. Thankfully, her name hadn’t made it to the press. Though she didn’t know how. At the very least security knew she’d been there. But the rumour mill worked overtime to find out just which red headed woman had been with Nik. Dozens of names graced the front pages of celebrity tabloids over the week. Every single one of those women had been questioned and paid handsomely for their time. Two women denied it, three were out of town, another three hinted that it could have been them and the rest, well, they claimed Nik as their own in a heartbeat. It surely made for entertaining reading on the airplane. As for Nik’s new song, “Baby I’m Yours”, every radio station in the country reported hundreds of requests for the unreleased song. A scratchy version of it, recorded live at the concert, had made its way illegally onto the Internet, and a million or so copies had been downloaded. Yes, the black market was still going strong, thanks to cell phone technology. Nik’s management worked feverishly to get the song some airplay with a much better quality rendition, but their trip to Detroit delayed the production by a few more days. Already music stores were ordering the single by the boatload. Apparently, Nik’s star had taken a turn for the better. Damn him. Still, she smiled at his good fortune, preferring to level the playing field by pulling a similar stunt in New York in two week’s time. The band loved the idea, and Rachel saw no harm. After all, with three weeks separating the events, the chances of a link were minimal. She knew Rachel’s team would intervene, spin the stunt in a favourable light
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Without warning, her hand started to shake. Backing away wasn’t an option, not unless she wanted to swim back to shore, so she took the only option left. Stretching up to her full five foot nine height, Charlie stepped forward and into his space. Mac Johnson didn’t know where to look. But Charlie did. Over the top of his head, she locked gazes with Rachel for some much needed guidance. The admonishment told her she was treading thin ice with her overbearing behaviour. As for the show? Rachel shook her head only once. A subtle but unmissable response. To Charlie’s horror, Nik’s words filtered back into her head. Do you always listen when people say you shouldn’t? She tried to shake off his dare, really she did, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she couldn’t stop herself. “I’d love to. If it’s okay with Anna that I share the spotlight?” She eyed Anna for approval. Lord but Anna was the only one who could stop her now. Anna smiled. “I’d love to have you there, you know that. After all, your brilliance with the drums is what brought us together.” Damn. Still, Charlie smiled back at Mac Johnson when he fixed her with those beady eyes again. Yeah, she’d grace the halls of his talk back show and if he so much as dared ask her anything untoward—or, God forbid, about Nicholas St. Eve—she’d give him a piece of her mind. A smart move would be to bring Rachel along with her, just so she didn’t shove both of her size nine feet in her mouth, but a glance at Rach dusted the thought. Invisible daggers flew across the yacht, lodging squarely in Charlie’s chest. Rach was not happy and Charlie knew that by night’s end, she’d hear her full name being spoken again in those unmistakable, take-no-shit tones. ~ If he were a dog, his owner would castrate him and lock him up. At least, Nik thought so. Pining over some hottie left him feverishly writing new songs. Since flying into Detroit, he’d penned three songs and had drowned his good-for-nothing ass in at least a dozen cold showers. Every bone in his body—even the not-so-bony bone—urged him to call her. But he resisted. Well, in as much as glancing angrily at the phone every few minutes and silently willing it to ring. But he knew she wouldn’t call. Not after the brouhaha he caused by setting fire to the newspaper. Either he was too bad of a bad boy for her, or she was keeping the distance because she didn’t trust herself around him. He liked that idea, and after he strapped on his guitar for his first show in Detroit, he pumped his fist in the air.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Skeet only shook his head, while Brooksy, the new drummer, threw him a curious stare. The guy was raw, young and green as a branch, but he played alright. Not half as good as Charlie but Nik wasn’t dwelling on it. He’d stupidly let her go, thinking with his not-sobony bone rather than his brain. As for Casey, well he was in a world of hurt all his own. He wasn’t paying too much attention to Nik after spending another night with Rachel. He’d confessed, in the privacy of Nik’s hotel room that he couldn’t keep up with this onagain off-again ritual. Casey was a stable guy. Came from a home with two loving parents and four adorable sisters. He wanted that with Rachel but she was honour-bound to Mystique. Everybody understood. Just as everybody understood that Rachel and Charlie were as close as two unrelated women could be, in a completely non-sexual way. Ah, sexual. The word played on Nik’s mind as the warm-up band scampered off stage. It played havoc with his groin too. Damn him for playing the nice guy. He knew nice guys always came last—or not at all. He’d had her. Could have convinced her to spend the night with him. Would have except for the look in her eye that said complicated was an understatement. He knew complicated. They were best of pals. Ever since he’d lost his wife, Penny, during childbirth. Ever since he’d drowned his sorrows in the first bottle of grog. And ever bloody since Bobby gave it up for another line of white powder. Shit. What was he thinking? He was about to go on stage and drop another new song bombshell on the unsuspecting audience and here he was, dredging up memories of a past he’d dealt with long ago. Well, at least with Penny. As for Bobby, Nik shook his head and followed the others out onto the brightly lit stage. The audience cheered and hollered and gave him a reason to ignore the sombre thoughts in his head. Instead, he had thought back to the phone sex he’d shared with Charlie and the sounds of pure pleasure that rippled through her. Feeling better, he grinned. Jumping in front of the mic, he clapped his applause of the turn out. For whatever reason, America had embraced him this time around. He wanted to think it was because of his music. And it was. Sort of. For the real star here wasn’t so much his music, as it was Charlie and the inspiration she provided. Striking his guitar, he decided he would have her, consequences be damned. “Hello, Detroit!” he shouted, only to hear ‘Hello, Nik’ come back to him. His grin spread wider, if that was even possible. He turned and gestured toward his band. “Have we got a show for you tonight. You’re going to love it. Sit back and enjoy.” And with that, he broke into his first song for the night. A brand new number inspired by the clandestine meeting in the closet.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Red blooded woman Makes me weak at the knees Knows how to make a man beg Knows how to make him say please I’ve got her on my mind Twenty four seven Her touch stops my heart Just a kiss and baby I’m in heaven Fire Baby I’m on fire Every time you look at me Takes me just a little bit higher Love doesn’t often come twice But I’m dumb struck by the way I feel Sweet sweet girl I never believed you could steal My heart, my soul Everything you can own But please don’t leave me I’m nothing when I’m alone Finishing the song almost brought the house down as screaming teenage girls surged forward. Nik grinned, letting the applause drum through him and squelch his need for sexual release. At least for now. That could come later. Instead, he watched a young girl, probably no more than seventeen or eighteen, raise her T-shirt and bare her breasts for him. Once upon a time, he would have grinned and enjoyed the view. But not anymore. The appeal was gone, and Nik felt strangely proud he’d outgrown his rotten behaviour. He was bad, but maybe not that bad these days. Not with Charlie still out there. Not while he hadn’t had her yet. And certainly not when he was prone to playing the gentleman of late. He wanted to shout at the wild teenage girl and tell her to cover up, but he knew it would only embarrass her. Instead, he turned to Casey, who shrugged and grinned as if to say, what do you want me to do about it? Rather than carry on, they plunged straight into a bunch of familiar, popular songs. Songs that had served the band well and deserved to be played again. Adrenaline roared through him, welcome and deserved, putting thoughts of a certain frustrating woman out of his mind.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser ~ In his hotel room, Nik waited for the cold shower to kill off the interminable erection. Not so long ago, he couldn’t get one. Now it seemed to be a permanent attachment. Thank you very much, Charlie. It was really late. Or early, depending which way you looked at it. Either way the sun slowly rose above the horizon and early morning rays streaked through his hotel room, reminding him he’d survived another night without her. This counting down could very well drive him nuts. It had crossed his mind to find some release with another, faceless woman. But he couldn’t do it. It wasn’t like they were going steady. Hell, she’d told him not to call her. Told him not to see her. And yet he couldn’t justify being with another woman. Not until this issue was resolved. Oh, she could posture all she liked about it being complicated, but her blatant attraction to him meant the case was still open. He hoped to get the bottom of her idea of ‘complicated.’ Certain he could settle her reservations with a brief walk down memory lane with Nik St. Eve, he was about to shut off the water when Casey pounded on his door. “What is it?” Nik grumbled over the rushing water. Within minutes Casey poked his head through the bathroom door. “Radio, man. Turn on the radio.” Casey did the honours while Nik towelled off. He stopped moving when he heard her voice. Answering some jackass question from some backward DJ. Sharing a glance with Casey, Nik secured the towel around his hips and moved to turn the volume up. “Why did I start the band?” She repeated the question. Did she somehow sense he was now listening? “Well, I auditioned for another band but didn’t make it because I’m a woman and they wanted a man.” Nik nodded and then caught himself. “And what band was that?” She laughed softly. “Oh, I don’t divulge secrets, Mr. Johnson. I’m not a gossipmonger. I’m a doer. Play my drums. Write my music. That’s what I do.” The DJ chuckled. “And what about men? Do you do them? Or do you do women?” Nik flew at the radio before pulling up short. Well hell, he thought with a wave of chagrin, he’d flung the same gossip around about her not so long ago. His cheeks
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser burned and the reflection in the mirror told him what he already knew. Red as a bloody tomato. Charlie only laughed. “Honey, that’s none of your business.” Honey? Right, so now she was using his mannerisms, was she? Well, he would call her on it before she knew what hit her. Picking up the phone, he dialled the hotel’s reception desk and insisted they put him through to the radio station. San Francisco. What he wouldn’t give to be there right now, waiting for her at the end of the interview. He’d show that damned DJ he knew exactly what kind of sexual partner she enjoyed. “I see. So the name Nicholas St. Eve doesn’t ring a bell, then?” There was a brief silence before she finally answered. “You mean the lead singer of Tantaliser? Yes, I know Nik. He’s a very talented man.” Damn but she was good, he thought as he listened to the ringing on the other end of the phone. “And there’s nothing going on between you?” She laughed but he heard the unnatural quality of it and knew she was stalling for time. More than ever, he willed someone to answer his call. He needed to get in there, create a diversion and let her off the hook. Nik blinked. What the hell? Was he being protective of her? Even when she’d pushed him away? Two seconds was all he needed to defiantly declare ‘hell yeah’. He sure as goat’s cheese was protecting her. He may want to lock her in his hotel room and tie her to his bed, but that was no one’s business. This shock jock wasn’t out to interview a talented musician. He wanted gossip, the best kind there was: straight from the horse’s mouth. Finally she quieted. “No, Nik and I are friends.” “So there’s no truth to the rumour that you were in that closet with him in LA?” Nik gulped. All that damned publicity and not one mention of her name. Until now. “Nah,” she claimed with an air of blasé he had to admire. “No truth to that. I don’t, and have never had, red hair.” The DJ chuckled. “So I’ve heard. But they do have wigs these days. That should hide your identity well enough.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Well,” she sighed, sounding tired. He could almost visualise himself giving her a shoulder massage; her supple skin like butter in his hands as he worked through the tight knots she had to be feeling. “Believe what you like. Nik and I are just friends.” “Right.” The shock jock didn’t sound convinced. “So then he didn’t write a new song about you and perform it last night in Detroit?” She had to be ready to bust, Nik thought. Ready to rip this guy’s throat out and drop it on his chest. He almost wanted her to lose her cool. Then he’d know she was human. But, he already knew that. Her kiss proved it. Along with her touch. And the troubled look in her eyes. Besides, he was the bad boy rocker, not her. “Really, he released a new song?” She sounded pleased, leaving him feeling warm all over. “That’s great. What’s it called?” “Fire.” The DJ sounded a little bemused. Nik supposed the guy had thought she’d get angry. He thought she’d get angry with all these ridiculous questions. If it were him in that studio... “You haven’t heard it? It starts with Red blooded woman, makes me weak at the knees.” Well shit. When he heard the words said with such a leer to them, then yeah they sounded downright crude. But his fury dissipated when he heard Charlie’s voice again. “Wow. Sound’s like he’s really got something to say. Maybe he should just call her up and tell her.” Nik laughed. Just call her up? He stared down at the still-ringing phone and as he was about to give up, a woman’s voice relayed the name of the radio station. “How can I help you?” Nik chuckled before clearing his throat. He hoped the fake Texan accent would carry him through, but that it wasn’t enough to disguise his voice from Charlie. “Yeah, this is Billy Bob,” he drawled. “I’m such a fan of Mystique that I just have to tell them in person. That Anna is such a pretty girl. Can I speak with them?” The woman hesitated before putting him through. The silence was only short before he heard the DJ announce the caller. And then he was on. “Hey there, Billy Bob. What did you want to say to these fine young women?” Nik grinned at Casey, who only rolled his eyes. “Mac, I wanted to tell Anna that she is just the prettiest thing I have ever seen. And as for you, Charlie, you’re a hot babe too. I’m sure the dumb-ass band that turned you down is now spitting fire that they missed out on your talent.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser She laughed. “Well thank you, Billy Bob. I bet they are, too.” He couldn’t tell if she recognised his voice, but he hoped to God she did. Maybe then she’d see he’d be willing to defend her against the slimy likes of Mac Johnson. “Oh, and Mac?” The DJ chuckled, as if humouring this country bumpkin. “What is it Billy Bob?” “Don’t give Charlie a hard time about that boy Nik. A lady deserves much better than that.” ~ An hour later, as Nik lay flat on his back staring up at the plain white ceiling, he wondered if fate would help him find a way back to Charlie. No woman enticed him the way she did. Well, no, that was a lie. Penny had. Penny had been able to read him like an open book. And while he never expected to find another Penny, he did hope to find love again. He wasn’t about to live his life without trying. Beside him, the phone sprang to life. Scooping it up, Nik hit the talk button and put the thing to his ear. “What is it?” There was a brief pause before he heard, “Well, hey there, Billy Bob.” Chapter 4 Nik sat bolt upright, his body on high alert. “Charlie,” he breathed, hoping he didn’t sound like an idiot. She laughed. “What are you doing?” He rested back on the bed again, trying to relax. The memory of their last phone conversation assaulted his senses. So much for relaxing. “In bed. Couldn’t sleep.” “Just finished a gig, I hear?” He laughed. “Yeah, babe.” “And what about your new song? Did the audience love it?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser He nodded, wishing she were right here beside him. “Oh yeah.” He heard her sigh. “Where are you?” She chuckled. “In bed. Really tired.” “Are you okay?” He heard the concern in his voice and wondered why she would be in bed. She hummed softly. God he loved her voice. “It’s just a headache. I meant what I said.” “What’s that?” “About you being talented. You really are, Nik. Now you’re writing again, I can see that. I’m sorry I ever doubted it.” He felt his heart go all mushy at her words. “Thanks, babe.” Silence settled between them, comfortable, soft, like a worn-in pair of jeans. Shuffling sounds gave his imagination a nudge; coming up with endless possibilities of what she could be doing, what she might be wearing. Whatever clothing covered her body, he itched to peel it away and expose her for his eyes only. “So you just happened to be listening to that particular radio station, huh?” He chuckled. “Nah, Casey alerted me. I was in the shower.” “Cold one?” His eyes widened. Did she want him to be thinking about her? To be hot for her? Lord knew he was, but after her determined push and firm declaration, he didn’t know what she wanted. The only thing he could be certain of was the fire in his belly that roared to life any time she was near. It stung to think she wouldn’t need a cold shower over him, but he would never stop trying to convince her that one night alone with him would be worth it. He groaned. “You know it.” She laughed. Was that a nervous laugh he detected? “Glad I’m not the only one, babe.” Warm liquid spread through his body, awakening every inch of skin and muscle. He’d been right. She did want him. Knowing it and getting her to act on it, however, were totally different stories. Getting her alone was nearly impossible, and that was when they were in the same city. Now, they were thousands of miles apart and he was afraid that after tasting her in the flesh, phone sex wasn’t going to be enough. “See,” he swallowed. “You still want me.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Yes,” her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I’m not denying that.” “So what are we going to do about it?” he pushed, knowing she could hang up on him at any second. The exit was right there for her. He shook with excitement when she didn’t take it. “Nothing,” she insisted. “I don’t do one night stands, Nik.” He growled. “You would have to be the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met, Charlie Brown.” “So why don’t you just leave me alone?” He heard her voice harden. Not much, but enough for him to back off. Something here didn’t fit quite right. She said she didn’t want long-term love - most unusual for a woman. And she didn’t do one-night stands. There had to be some kind of middle ground, but what was she willing to try? It left Nik with the sensation that her vulnerability ran very, very deep. Usually, he ran away from such a troubled woman, as far and as fast as was humanly possible. He caused trouble, he didn’t fix it. But he wasn’t running away from her. Hell no. Not this time. Rather, he deliberately took huge strides in the direction of the trouble, eager to eat up the distance she wanted to force between them. He wasn’t acting like the bad boy he liked to think he was and for once, it didn’t bother him at all. Either Bobby’s death had reminded him of how fragile and lonely life could be. Or the doctor’s deadly warning about his boozing had gone a long way to sucking him into adulthood. Whatever the reason, he wasn’t giving up on Charlie without a fight. “Because I like you, love. And I like mysteries. I want to know why it’s not so easy for you.” “Why?” she demanded. “Do you think you can make it better?” Upon hearing the sarcasm in her voice, Nik dragged a hand over his face. “Are you trying to push me away?” Silence. “It doesn’t matter,” he declared stubbornly. “I’m not going anywhere.” She sighed and then growled. He heard more rustling and then the thump-thump of her pacing the floor. Or at least, that’s what he thought she was doing.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Why didn’t you tell that DJ what he could do with his questions?” More silence. “You wanted to. Right? Hell, I wasn’t even going to fake the accent, just tell him exactly who I am and why the hell he should shut his trap.” “You would do that?” “For you, love.” He heard her suck in a breath. Hoping like crazy she was impressed, he waited for an answer, a response of some kind. Finally she spoke, but it wasn’t the response he expected. “You could have really thrown a spanner in the works, Nik. Ruined both our reputations. Not to mention our bands.” “And here I was thinking I’d done a noble deed,” he sneered. “You really are a piece of work.” To his surprise, she laughed. “Someone described you that way to me once.” The corner of his mouth twitched, wanting to smile. “Charlie?” “Yes?” “Don’t change the subject.” “Don’t tell me what to do,” she hissed, the fire in her voice ten times hotter than the fire that sparked between them. He contemplated apologising and then decided he didn’t have anything to apologise for. Not yet. “Maybe we should hang up now,” he suggested. “Before one of us says something he or she will later regret.” “Fine.” He opened his mouth to speak but she’d already done it. Hung up on him. Again. ~ Charlie paced. Honestly, if she were a cartoon character, there’d be steam billowing out of her ears right about now. Who the hell did he think he was? Telling her what to do. Well, not a chance. She would not fall into that trap ever again.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Throwing a pillow across the room, she dropped down on the bed to steam some more. He thought he knew her so well. Thought he could read her every thought, deduct the reasons for every one of her moves. Lord but he could be such a pain in the ass. His oversized male ego jumped at the chance to play the hero, the saviour to her little girl lost. No way buddy, she thought, shaking her head and baring her teeth. Restless energy zoomed through her body, bringing her to her feet to resume the useless pacing. Right now, she wanted sex. Hot, sweaty, lose your mind kind of sex. She needed to work off the tension rolling through her; tension Nik had created by being all macho and brutish. It didn’t matter what he thought he knew. He hadn’t been there in person, cowering under Roger’s iron fist and hiding from his explosive temper. He hadn’t lived through two years of pure hell with a man who watched, calculated, and dictated her every move. She had. And she wasn’t going back. Time had returned her strength and she wasn’t shy in standing up for herself anymore. Once upon a time, she had given up her independence, her voice. She’d willingly bowed down to a man she thought worthy and he’d abused the power mercilessly. Damn it, she wasn’t going back to that kind of hell. Ever. And if it meant sacrificing the likes of Nicholas St. Eve to maintain her freedom, then it was a price she would pay. Deciding she’d had enough mushy conversations for one morning, Charlie scooped up her purse and room key and headed for the door. Halfway there, the phone rang. She screeched to a halt. Pausing, she glanced back and wondered if it was Nik. A twinge of guilt ran through her that she’d hung up on him a second time, but by the same token, she wasn’t going to let him dictate to her. With a shrug of one shoulder, she continued to the door. Charlie opened it, stepping through, and shutting it behind her without a second thought. The corridor felt empty as she power-walked to the elevator. Like magic, the doors whooshed open when she neared, causing her to smile. Score one for Charlie. Sunshine greeted her in the lobby, a welcome relief to the bitter memories dredged up. Even more welcoming was the rest of the band sitting and drinking coffee. Anna spotted her first, but it was Rachel who stood to greet her with one of those life saving bear hugs. “Are you okay?” She wished people would stop asking her that. “Yes.” “Headache?” Charlie grimaced. “Sadly, I’ve still got it.” A frown creased Rachel’s normally serene features. “I think you should get that checked out, honey.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Nah,” Charlie shook her head lightly and then smiled. “It’s just the late nights and early mornings. After a good night’s sleep, I’ll be right as rain.” Rachel didn’t look convinced at all. Thankfully, she didn’t pursue the topic as she prepared to lead the group on a tour of the venue for their two shows instead. The group rose as one, all heading toward the exit of the hotel, when the concierge ran across the lobby in their direction. Charlie groaned at the sound of her name and watched as the young man waved a small piece of paper in the air while he ran toward her. She could already guess what was on the slip of paper. Some message from Nik chastising her for her childish behaviour. Or some smart ass remark about her inability to communicate with him. Well, she’d communicate all right. She’d tear that little piece of paper into a million tiny pieces and throw them in the bin. “Oh Miss Brown,” the man puffed when he finally caught up. “I’m glad I caught you. This message just came through for you. He said it was urgent.” Urgent my ass, she thought. He held out the slip of paper for her. Charlie forced a smile and gritted her teeth through a most impolite thank you. The poor young man didn’t know which way to turn. He glanced over her shoulder, to a group of women and friends she knew would be eyeing her as if she were a crazy woman. It really wasn’t his fault Nik grated on her nerves. And she shouldn’t be taking it out on him. “I’m sorry,” she offered softly. “I have a headache.” Way to go, Cat, she thought begrudgingly, blame it on a headache. Still, he accepted her apology and left her with the note. Peering down into her hands, she saw only three words written on it. As she read them, her throat constricted and her eyes burned. Damn him. I’m sorry, babe. Couldn’t he just leave her to wallow in her anger? Even if it was ill-directed and over the top, couldn’t he let her have that? No, he had to do the sensitive thing and apologise. He said he was sorry. The men she’d known never used that word and if they did, they didn’t mean it. It was a hollow word to Charlie, perhaps the most useless word in the English language. Saying sorry and being sorry weren’t always unanimous. The only kind of sorry she understood was one filled with actions. Not of the flower-variety either. Still, he had apologised. He’d called back when he could have dropped her and her issues like a hot bloody potato. Damn him, she breathed, sure fire would erupt from her nostrils at any given moment. She didn’t need this right now, not when she should be
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser focusing on her music. Not when these headaches seemed to be a permanent fixture in her all too noisy head these days. A gentle hand on her shoulder pulled her out of her thoughts. Turning, she found Rachel trying to steal a glance at the note. When their gazes met, Charlie couldn’t help but wonder how much Rachel knew. After all, information obviously flowed from Casey to Rachel, but would it stretch enough to include Nik’s personal life, his thoughts, his desires? Although she hoped it didn’t, she was ready to talk to Rach now. She needed the guidance her friend could provide, a woman who seemed both more naïve and experienced than Charlie about these things. “We’ll talk,” Charlie whispered so the others wouldn’t hear. “Later.” Nodding, Rachel tugged her sleeve. “Come on honey, some fresh air will do you the world of good, I think.” Linking her arm with Rachel’s, the way they’d done when they were kids, Charlie followed the others out into the beautiful sunny day. With their plans to tour the venue followed by lunch and then preparations for the shows, Charlie hoped for some respite from thoughts of Nik. Even if was only a brief reprieve, she’d be grateful. He’d turned her world around enough for one day, first with his phone call to the radio station, and then with his persistence that she wanted to be with him. And then, finally, there was the phone message. I’m sorry, babe. How did she ignore that? She wondered dumbly as she trundled alongside Rachel. The sun-drenched street alive with colour and noise, reminded her why she enjoyed this life. As a mechanic, she would never have had the opportunity to flit around the world. Already she’d seen most of Australia and Britain as their promotional gigs rolled on. Now she was in America, land of the free, and although each stop was only a short one, she found more and more reasons to keep the band going. Nik was nothing more than a dalliance. Nothing he could do or say would change her opinion of men. Could it? While the dominant, independent part of her brain screamed it couldn’t, she couldn’t ignore the small voice wishing and hoping it would. The little girl, trapped by the memories of a loving mother and a father who would bounce her on his knee or carry her on his shoulders, wanted so desperately to believe that someway, somehow love existed. Damn him, she scowled silently, hidden behind a face bearing a smile and calm expression. Damn, damn, damn! He couldn’t, it wasn’t possible. Was it? When the group turned into an old building, Charlie tried to push Nik out of her thoughts. Tried and failed. Stubborn as he was, he refused to budge. She reminded herself he wanted a no-strings-attached, one-night stand.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser All it would show her was his obsession with the physical attraction between them. As magnetic as it was, it consisted of nothing deeper. A powerful pull dared her to give in and prove her thoughts on love right. That it didn’t exist, at least, not for her. That it couldn’t be as grand as everyone seemed to think. That Rachel and Casey were a rare exception to the rule. The darkness of the cavern-like concert hall allowed her to drop her guard. She felt her smile disappear and the calm expression give way for one of intensity and confusion. While the others surged forward toward the stage, Charlie held back. This was normally an enchanting, exciting experience. Discovering the new venue, the ins and outs of its backstage passageways, the dormant thrill of the show just waiting to roar back into life and ignite them all. Damn it, why was she letting Nik ruin it for her? But as quickly as the curse came, another thought replaced it and she smiled. Was it the same for him as for her? Did he stand in awe and wonder, and try to imagine the concert in full force from here in the back row? Even now, after so long in the business, did he continue to feel the rush that came with playing a venue for the first time? Or was he so jaded, he didn’t care anymore? Suddenly it was all she could do not to call him. Damn his bossy-boots attitude, she was strong enough to handle him. But before she could move an inch, Rachel stepped in her way. Charlie couldn’t ignore the warm blue eyes trying desperately to get a peek into her soul. Without thinking, Charlie pulled Rachel into an embrace that shattered her resolve to talk later. “What do I do?” she whispered in Rach’s ear. “About Nik?” Rachel chuffed softly. “Why are you fighting it?” Charlie jerked back. Definitely not the response she was expecting. “Are you saying I should?” Rachel smiled and touched Charlie’s cheek. “Not right this instant, my friend, but when the time is right.” Charlie frowned. More confused than ever, she closed her eyes and shook her head. “If it was too easy,” Rachel continued, “you would walk away. You like a challenge, Cat, and we both know it.” Opening one eye, she squinted at Rach. “No happily ever after? Just straight sex?” Rachel shrugged and then grinned wickedly. “We all have urges.” Throwing Charlie’s words back at her snagged a wry smile from Charlie. They both chuckled. “Don’t overthink this. It’s obvious you’re both attracted to each other. Why not just enjoy that?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Because,” Charlie dropped her eyes to the floor and kicked at a ball of dust. “He’s not Roger.” As if reading her mind, Rachel spoke, the tone of her voice urgent and insistent. “If Casey say’s he’s okay, then he is. I admit, he’s not exactly conventional, but,” Rachel shook her shoulder, forcing her head up. “He’s not Roger. I promise.” Undeniable relief flooded through Charlie, weakening her at the knees and forcing her into one of the nearby seats. Knowing intellectually Nik was different from Roger didn’t mean she accepted it emotionally. And after her past experiences, acceptance didn’t come easily. Nik would have to prove he wouldn’t turn into a monster, but then, would he even bother? If she scrounged up enough courage to bare herself to him, would he decide it was all too much and walk away for good? “What are you thinking?” Rachel asked, her voice taking on a wary note. It warned she thought whatever was going through Charlie’s head was too much. Rachel thought she was over-thinking things—as usual. Charlie shook her head. “I don’t know what to think, Rach.” Smiling, Rachel set a hand on her arm and rubbed gently. “Look, I wouldn’t be giving you a green light if I didn’t think it was okay, would I? If you were to consider this from an image point of view, then perhaps a hot and steamy affair with bad boy Nik St. Eve would do your image a world of good.” Charlie groaned. “Or a world of bad.” “Nah,” Rachel shook her head. “Think about it. All the publicity so far has pointed to the attraction you already feel. He’s said things, you’ve denied them, and you know what that does to the media,” she smiled knowingly. “The industry says the only bad publicity is none at all.” “But I actually like my reputation.” The fact even surprised Charlie. But it was true. The media portrayed her in a light she felt was right. The hardworking Aussie battler who’d made good despite the odds—who’d be unhappy with that? She didn’t want to be seen as a freeloader, or as yet another lovesick fool trailing after the big and famous Nik. It was obvious, at least to Charlie and maybe even to Rachel, what the attraction did to her. And that out-of-control feeling freaked Charlie out more than the possibility of him turning into another tyrant like her ex. “I know,” Rachel agreed. “I do too. I helped you create it remember? But in all honesty, I don’t think your fans would think badly of you if you got into something with Nik. And you know that if he hurt you, he’d have hoards of male fans breaking down his door to get at him. I bet even he feels that pressure.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser She hadn’t thought about it that way and she couldn’t help but wonder if Nik had. Was that why he’d gone to the effort to say he was sorry? So she couldn’t later accuse him of being a cold-hearted fish? Charlie sighed, completely unsure of how to view this any more. As difficult as it was to admit, she’d become cynical and distrusting as a result of her past experiences. She couldn’t deny it. And she couldn’t deny it influenced her behaviour around Nik. The trouble was, it was so at odds with her physical reaction to him it left her looking like a tease. Charlie was not a tease. “I don’t know,” Charlie sighed again. “I think I’m too old for this.” Rachel chuckled. “Oh honey, I think you just need to give yourself a chance. I know you think you made a bad judgment with Roger and, that now, you can’t trust that judgment. But honestly, I know you are capable of seeing straight. The very fact you haven’t hopped straight into bed with Nik says so.” Charlie grunted a laugh, thinking back to Nik’s body pressed up against hers in the closet and how close she’d come to following him back to his room. She still hadn’t told Rachel the details of the night back in LA, and for her own reasons, she wasn’t about to. The closeness of their bodies, the feel of him plastered against her stayed with her, left her wanting more. Even now. As much as she wanted to intellectualise and rationalise this thing between them, she knew the strength of their physical attraction prevented it. There was no rational thought or action around Nik. He simply inspired outrageousness, whether it be of a physical or verbal nature, and she instinctively knew it would be fiery between them. “Okay,” Rachel slapped her thigh. “Enough talk about spunky Nik. We need to focus on the next two nights. You have two shows to perform before we head to Las Vegas. Are you up to it?” Charlie smiled. Finally, some relief from her headache. She stood and clapped her hands together. “You betcha, baby.” ~ Nik stared at the ceiling, trying to weigh up the pros and cons of flying out to San Francisco. He could be there in a matter of hours, face to face with her. She wouldn’t be able to hide from him by hanging up. He wanted answers, but he stopped short of forcing them out of her. Her comment about not telling her what to do left him clear on that point. Whatever had happened to her left her fiercely independent and it infuriated the hell out of him. All he did was tell her not to change the topic. But then, she was a woman and it a woman’s prerogative to do whatever she liked, wasn’t it?
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Lord help him, he prayed silently, absently plucking a string on his guitar. Something drove him toward this woman when it should have wedged a two-foot thick wall between them. She tried to do that herself, telling him to leave her alone, but he didn’t think she really wanted him to go. Or she wouldn’t have called him. Besides, her body language told him they were in agreement, even that very brief, unguarded look of smouldering desire in her eyes. But Nik knew enough about women to know there was always some sort of expectation they had of a man. Whatever it was, he was sure he wouldn’t live up to it. His expected failure would drive her away, elicit some sort of “I told you so” from those divine lips before she left for good. Although he was hopeful enough to believe there was love still out there for him, he wasn’t foolish enough to risk a broken heart trying to find it. No. He wouldn’t be driving out to the airport tonight. There was no danger of him flying down to San Francisco any time soon. She’d hung up on him, and if she wanted something from him, then she could come to him this time. “Nik!” Casey shouted at him. Blinking, Nik found his exasperated band members staring at him. “Sorry,” he grumbled. “Where the hell are you, man?” “Right here,” he insisted, though knew he was only present in body. His mind still swirled around Charlie and her wishy-washy ways that were driving him insane. He’d apologised and she’d stayed silent. Wisdom should have told him any chance of them becoming an item had been flushed down the toilet. Rather, it only fortified her claim that things were complicated and strengthened his need to find out why. “No, you’re not,” Skeet whined. “You’re off with the fairies. Get your act together man. We got a show to do.” Hearing young Skeet give him a razz made him smile. The kid was right. They had a show to do, several in fact, and if he was going to pull off the new-song-every-show routine, he had to haul ass real fast. Nodding, Nik let his lips pull into a grin at the fresh material he’d written after getting so damn close to her. If he tried hard enough, he could probably remember exactly how she tasted, her sweet scent, what she felt like up against him. Yeah, now those were the kinds of memories he wanted to make with her. “All right then.” Nik kicked a foot in the air, pumping the blood a little faster around his body. Rehearsals could be a drag, but not when a new song was on the cards, especially one written for someone like Charlie. He’d been lucky with the DJ giving her a taste of his latest release and he was searching for some way of getting this one to her
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Chapter 5 In Las Vegas, things got a little spicy. When Charlie arrived at the hotel on Monday morning, she received an urgent communication from Detroit via registered mail. She only knew one person in Detroit: Nik. The others looked at her curiously, as if she were betraying them in some way and she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Keeping this hidden from them had been nightmarish, and well, there really wasn’t much to tell except she had the hots for the guy. Still, he was in a rival band, competing for exactly the same audience, and to Dede, Anna, Nancy and Tory that meant he was off limits. She didn’t want to deal with this now, not when all she wanted to do was hide herself away in a dark room and ride out this latest headache. It came on after their midday gig the day before, right about the same time thoughts of Nik hit her square in the chest. Remembering their brief encounter in the closet only worsened the headache, leaving Charlie squinting at the bright morning light. “Get some rest, ladies,” Rachel intervened, ushering the others toward the elevators and leaving Charlie on her own at the front desk. Almost as if sensing the moment, the woman behind the desk motioned to Charlie. “You look weary,” she smiled sympathetically. “Would you like me to call a doctor to your room?” As she was about to shake her head no, Rachel sidled up beside her and nodded an emphatic yes. Neither woman needed to say a word as Charlie accepted Rachel’s concern. She could be pushy but if she wasn’t, Charlie wouldn’t be as successful as she was today. Rachel took Charlie’s luggage and her room key, saying she’d make sure the room was appropriate. Told Charlie to make her way up after a few minutes alone. And just like that, Charlie found herself standing at the desk on her own. The desk clerk smiled again. “She cares.” “Yes,” Charlie nodded, realising she still held the letter in her hand. “Is there somewhere outside where I could get some fresh air?” Pointing and nodding, the woman seemed almost to want to say more. Charlie hesitated, giving her a chance to speak but then gave up when the woman turned and resumed her paper shuffling. With a shrug, Charlie walked through the hotel lobby’s rear doors and found herself in a potted garden, surrounded by the scent of jasmine. The calming environment soothed her and, finding a nearby bench, she sat and brought the letter up to eye level.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser It had to be from Nik. Who else knew where she’d be this week? And he was still in Detroit. Which made opening the letter a scary prospect. Lord only knew what he’d sent her. He had no reason to contact her. Not having replied to his sorry message, she thought he’d let her go. But again she was wrong about him. Charlie wondered what else she’d been wrong about when it came to Nicholas St. Eve. Swallowing the nervous lump in her throat, she grabbed the zip-tab and sliced the envelope open. A single piece of paper poked out and when she tugged it out a little more, Charlie saw words. Correction—they were lyrics to a new song he’d written. For her. About her. Seeing the sheet music to “All Night Long” left her throat dry and her heart racing. Peeling her tongue away from the roof of her mouth, she let her eyes skim over the meaning while the notes on the page translated into music in her head. Heat roared through her sex-deprived body, settling in the pit of her belly and serving as a painful reminder of the night in LA. She closed her eyes, his words transporting her to a semi-dark room, touching, needing, tasting, wanting. His words drifted through her head, I wanna make love to you, all night long. Just the thought of it sent a shiver of need down her spine. As it reverberated in her womb, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. With a startled jump, she was yanked out of her fantasy and back into reality. Fumbling for the phone, she frantically tried to control her breathing, not wanting to sound breathless. She checked the caller ID, but didn’t recognise the number. At least it wasn’t her mother. Phew. Answering the phone sounding as if she’d just spent a few rounds on a squash court would have taken some explaining. Accepting the call, she brought the phone to her ear. “Did you get my letter?” “Nik,” his name escaped her lips as a breathless sigh and for once, she didn’t care how it sounded. All the same, she was glad she was alone. He chuckled. “I take it you approve, then?” Opening and closing her mouth like a fish gasping for water, it stunned Charlie to think she was speechless. On the other end of the line, Nik chuckled, satisfied and cheeky. “That’s good. At least we agree on something.” Charlie gulped. Had he really just said that? Much to her surprise, she said, “Hell yes.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Jesus, Nik, what’s up?” Pushing through, Nik entered the dim, musky room, the air still heavy with sleep. Hearing Casey close the door, Nik felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. At least Casey wasn’t throwing him out, but considering how often the guy had barged into his room, Nik figured he owed him one. “Tell me what’s going on with Charlie,” Nik demanded. “What has Rachel told you?” Sighing sleepily, Casey shook out his flattened bed hair and pulled his robe tight around his waist. “She’s been having headaches. I told you this already. She’s not worried but Rachel is.” Across the dim distance, their eyes met. “She’s seeing the doctor now.” “I know you’re concerned man, but honestly,” Casey shrugged. “You know as well as I do the business we’re into. Anything could be causing those headaches. The loud music, the drums, the crowd noise, the sleepless nights,” Casey rattled off the possible causes and then pointed a bony figure at him accusingly. “You, torturing her to jump in bed with you.” “Not funny,” Nik growled. Casey shook his head. “Don’t snap at me, Nik. I’m just answering your question. Sounding out some reasonable explanations. If it’s more than that,” Casey sighed heavily, “then we’ll be there for her. I truly think she’ll be okay.” Dissatisfied, Nik began to pace the room. Casey made it sound all too easy, like he could predict the future or something. “What would you do if it were Rachel?” Casey blinked. “I’d be by her side in a heartbeat man, you know that. But it’s different with you and Charlie. There are complications.” Complications. There was that word again. Nik wished he could scoop it up in his hands and tear it to bits. Her admission to wanting to be with him negated the complications, left him an opening to jump on an airplane and fly down to Vegas. But he didn’t want to be in her face on this one. He wasn’t going to push her. It was Monday, time enough before his next gig to fly down and back again if needed. But he didn’t want to risk riling her. Anger wasn’t useful in this situation, so he figured he’d have to sit it out right here. As tough as it was, he’d sit through the gut wrenching wait until her results came in. Until then? Hell, he didn’t know what he’d do to fill in time. Sleeping wasn’t an option, not when he knew she was in pain. Writing music seemed like a possibility, but the idea of concentrating on anything other than Charlie left him feeling like a cheat.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “I’m here for you man,” Casey offered. “Tell me what you need.” Raising his eyes from the trodden carpet, Nik let his expression fall. “Call Rachel, get an update. Whatever you do, don’t leave me hanging.” ~ Alone with the doctor in the darkened hospital room, Charlie lifted the towel packed with ice from her forehead. After a round of examinations, a CAT scan and a whole lot of explanation about the late nights, loud music and crazy hours, she’d watched the doctor pick up the phone. The litany of yes’s and uh-huh’s and mmm’s didn’t make her feel any better about what was going on. Although Rachel stood outside her room, Charlie felt more alone than she’d ever been in her life. This was worse than her father taking off. Worse than the string of replacements her mother had brought home before deciding to go solo. Gavin didn’t even rate a mention. As for Roger, well, that was the only time in her life when she’d felt this afraid. The not knowing was the hardest, followed very closely by the waiting. Listening to the doctor’s sounds and expecting to hear some kind of proper medical-speak, Charlie could only twiddle her thumbs and wait. Nervousness twitched her right eye, acid pooled in her stomach and dread weighed down her heart. Outcomes scrolled through her mind: she had a tumour, an aneurysm; she’d never be allowed to touch her drum kit again, play live, or live this life. God, it would kill her to give it all up. She’d go insane for sure. “Right.” The Doc’s voice startled her, disrupting the train of nightmares chugging through her brain. Thank heaven for small mercies, Charlie thought. “So, what’s wrong with me?” The Doc smiled. “Nothing. At least, nothing physiologically. There’s nothing wrong with your hearing, your brain scans are normal and your eyesight is perfect. There is no medical reason for your headaches.” Charlie heard the tone of the doctor’s voice and knew the woman wasn’t finished. So she sat up, kept her mouth shut and her ears open. “I’m leaning more toward a psychological reason.” Charlie sighed, disappointment rushing through her. “So I’m crazy then?” The Doc chuckled softly and walked across the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “No Charlie, I don’t think you’re crazy. But there may be issues you might want to talk about.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser ~ As the sky darkened, Nik stood on the balcony and stared out over the strange city, his T-shirt plastered to his body by the breeze. It wasn’t his first time to Detroit, but in all the times he’d been here, he’d never once explored the city. He had no idea where any of the tourist spots were, couldn’t care less about the ‘must-sees’ in a city that lived and breathed cars. Tonight, he had even less reason to care. He hadn’t heard from her, and the longer the silence extended, the worse he felt. Silence was never a good thing, despite the old saying that no news was good news. She promised she’d call. And here he was, almost twelve hours later without hearing from her. His fingers itched to dial, his brain tossing aside the possibility that he’d look like an obsessed stalker. She knew he wasn’t stalking her. But she probably didn’t know how much he needed to see her, either. Every cell in his body ached to touch her, to hold her in her time of need. The need to comfort her surpassed the need to make love to her and rocked him to the core. He’d never been a sensitive guy, never been the type to play the soft loving man. Always, always he’d chosen to be the macho guy, the sexed-up egotist who’d settle for nothing less than a blowjob. He’d changed. A lot. And he couldn’t pinpoint a single cause. In the last three years, his life had been shaken by at least three events. Bobby’s death. The doctor’s warnings. Charlie. He smiled as her name filtered through his thoughts. When was the last time he’d spent so much time thinking about a woman? Not since Penny had he felt more than a passing sexual interest. It shamed him to think it had been so long. At the same time, it filled him with hope. Damn it, he needed to know if she was all right. He stepped into the room and stalked over to the phone. Lifting it from its cradle, he began dialling her number. Abruptly, he stopped and slammed it back down. No. He didn’t want to seem like he was watching her. That kind of crap wasn’t a part of his nature. She was her own woman and he had no business dictating to her. But why hadn’t she called? She said she would and after her confession earlier, he didn’t want to believe she could brush him off so easily. He reached for the phone again. A second later, he pulled his arm away. So lost in his struggle, he jumped when the phone actually rang. He snatched it up and put it to his ear. “Charlie?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser She chuckled. “Hey, babe. Miss me?” He sighed, the tension evaporating from his shoulders. “You know it. Are you okay?” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, sounding relaxed and deeply content. It served to soothe his jagged nerves. “Thank God.” “Nik?” His head snapped to attention, the need in her voice unmistakable. He’d have to be made of stone not to hear it. “What is it, baby?” “Open your door.” His heart stopped and then kicked into overdrive when his numbed brain finally put two and two together. Dropping the phone on the bureau, he ran to his door and pulled it open. There she was, standing like a dream in his doorway, her cell to her ear and the biggest smile on her face. Reaching out, he grabbed a fistful of her cotton shirt and pulled her inside. He kicked the door closed, wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. She laughed and tried to wriggle free. Not this time, baby, he thought, staring down into those soulful eyes and the desire surging through them. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he grinned. “Nik?” He blinked. “Yes?” “I didn’t come here for comfort. I came here for the night you promised me.” In two minds, he hesitated. “Baby, you’ve just been through a terrible ordeal.” Taking his face in her hands, she stood on tiptoes and stared hard into his eyes. “I’m fine. Now shut up and kiss me already.” Not needing to be told twice, he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss meant to be soft and tender. What he got in return however, was a fiery passion that threatened to burn him alive. Hot need curled through him, coming to rest in his groin. His hands slid up her solid back and into her hair, holding her head firmly to his. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he was met with a hunger that teased his restraint. Yes, he wanted her in his bed, but didn’t she need to talk through the last twelve hours? She’d probably faced a daunting health crisis and instead of talking, she wanted…what?
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Action. The word hit him like a wrecking ball, shattering his need to comfort her. The dam holding back his intention of making love to her broke and he responded by pushing her back against the door. The air whooshed out of her lungs as her arms circled his neck and her legs embraced his hips. “Sorry,” he managed, hoping he didn’t hurt her. “Don’t be,” she grunted, assisting him to pull her T-shirt over her head. As her hair fell about her shoulders, his eyes zeroed in on those breasts dressed in pink lace. Every deep, laboured breath pushed them forward, enticing him. “Touch me, Nik,” she demanded, her voice hoarse. “Put your hands on me.” Pulling back a little, he peered into her eyes. Her words were music to his ears. It would kill him if it all turned out to be a hallucination. When she blinked, slowly and dreamy, he had to swallow. The sensuality of the move left him breathless. This woman had him in knots. He wanted her with a force and power that made him dizzy. With their gazes locked, Nik cupped her breasts in his hands, gently squeezing until her eyelids drooped heavily and her head thunked back against the door. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to the hollow between the two soft mounds and huffed against her delicate skin. Her nipples hardened even more in response. Above him, her head lifted and then bent forward, her hair brushing against his face. When her lips moved against his ear, he heard her breathe deep and slow, shuddering upon exhale. As she slid her hands into his hair, he dragged his tongue along the valley between her breasts, moving up toward her face and those luscious lips again. “You’ve been on my mind all day,” she whispered. “I’ve thought about you non-stop.” Smiling against her neck, he nipped her skin, heard her gasp and then clamped his lips on her. Determined to mark her, he sucked the supple skin into his mouth, lapped it with his tongue and then gently let go. Smoothing it over with butterfly kisses, he felt satisfied with his handy work. The bruise would fade eventually but she’d always know who’d given it to her in the first place. “Yes,” she sighed. “Yes, yes, yes.” Kissing his way up her neck and along her jaw, he found her lips again. Hot air greeted him along with a blazing wet kiss. Her tongue entered his mouth, explored the small space with intensity. He opened his eyes and found her staring at him, her eyes curious and playful. There was no dazed expression there, nothing to suggest that she’d been drugged by his touch. Good. He wanted her completely clear headed. “Charlie?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser She smiled, her lips plump from his kiss. “Yes, Nik?” “You know how I promised a night of hot and wild sex?” “Mmm?” He grinned. Hell, if she didn’t need to talk, then he wasn’t going to keep asking. “Then let’s get this started.” Chapter 6 She laughed, the sound light but short-lived as her eyes turned from hazel to hot fudge chocolate with desire. Wriggling, she detangled her legs from around his hips and landed back on her feet. Those warm hands found their way under his T-shirt, splayed against the hard ridges of his six pack and then pushed him backwards. Nodding, she steered him urgently, her eyes never leaving his until the bed caught the backs of his legs and sent him tumbling backwards. Even then she was quick to climb on top, straddling his hips, setting her hot centre over his pounding flesh. Needing to see her, Nik reached behind her, unhooked the clasp on her bra and let it fall away. He grinned. Much better. Filling his hands with her breasts, he manipulated and squeezed, rolled her nipples between his fingertips until she squirmed and nodded. Hearing more yeses spurred him on, rolling her onto her back and settling between her thighs. The position gave her more of a chance to remove his shirt as she scrunched it up in her fingers and pushed it back over his head. Tracing the outlines of the muscles on his chest, she stilled momentarily before her eyes raked back up his body. He marvelled at the molten river of longing that flowed in her eyes, knowing it would mirror the slickness between her thighs. The mere thought of being inside her made him harder and thicker, the pounding so intense he thought he’d come with just a touch. There was so much he wanted to do with her and he decided the time for thinking was over. It was time to act. Pushing up from her, he stood at the foot of the bed; her legs trapped between his as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. Watching her eyes drop to his groin brought him immense satisfaction, and when he finally revealed his throbbing penis, she grinned and moaned. She sat up, reached to grab his jeans and yanked them down his legs. Free from the tight confines, his cock sprang into the air, needing so very much to be touched, tasted, licked. A quick glance from her told him she thought so too, and when she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, Nik thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “Oh yes, baby,” he groaned throatily, hands on hips, head thrown back to enjoy the sensations she brought.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Her hand slid up and down the shaft before she grazed a fingertip over the sensitive tip. He groaned with pleasure while she stroked him, her touch firm and sure. The girl knew what she was doing because it sure as hell was driving him crazy. Her palms flattened against the lower part of his taut belly, lightly pushing against him as she took him into her mouth. He wasn’t so far gone to understand what she was doing so he stayed as still as he could, even though the urge to drive into her mouth threatened to break him in half. But, oh, her lips were so tight around him, her mouth hot and wet, that tongue dancing along his shaft expertly. If she didn’t let up, he’d lose complete control. He was about to stop her when she started dragging those gorgeous lips along the length of him. Up and down. In and out. Hot and wet. Oh God, oh God, oh God. All that mattered was watching her from this high, feeling her suck until he couldn’t take anymore. “God damn it,” he grunted and pulled his hips away. “Why are you still dressed, woman?” When he looked into her eyes, the playfulness was gone, replaced with unadulterated sexual hunger. That expression threatened to devour him, but he wasn’t afraid. Hell no, he was ready to jump in feet first, sink in as far as he could. But he wasn’t going anywhere with her still wearing jeans. Tugging on her hands, he brought her to her feet easily. She watched as he fumbled with the catch on her jeans. Damn buttons, he cursed, hurriedly trying to set her free. Her fingers glided over his hands, stopping him momentarily. Sliding her fingers between his, she deftly released the buttons that gave him so much trouble. It struck him dumb that she was so calm and yet he was so…frenzied. Like she’d forgotten about the wild and sweaty sex part. Well, he was going to fix that, kick her heart rate up a notch or two. Before she could get the jeans off, he pushed his hand down the front and in between her thighs, finding her slick folds. Her breath caught as she gripped his shoulders, widening her stance for him. “That’s better,” he hummed. “Isn’t it?” She only made a soft cry as he rubbed and circled, feeling her grow wetter and hotter for him. Lord but she felt great. Cupping her mound in his palm, he inched his fingers toward her entrance, swirled a fingertip around to find the threshold and then drove two fingers deep into her passage. Her arms circled his neck, as she held on, her breath haggard as she stared into his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop,” she growled before her hips began to rock. He watched as she ground those womanly hips against his hand, her eyes screaming at him to let her have her release. Now they were both frenzied. He couldn’t wait any longer. Withdrawing his hand, he tugged her pants from her hips, waited until she
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Spent, she collapsed on the bed, her body exquisitely exhausted. But she wasn’t off the hook yet as he rolled her over and devoured her mouth in a kiss that would’ve knocked her socks off were she wearing any. Where she thought he’d disappear into the bathroom, he instead lay down beside her, pulled her body flush against his and held her possessively. “Amazing,” he breathed, the word soft against her ear. His hands roamed her back, pressed her closer to him still. “Don’t go.” With a huff, she pulled her head back and cupped his face with her hands. “Oh Nik, I’m not going anywhere just yet. You promised me a whole night, remember?” A lazy, knowing grin spread across his face. “I remember. One night, more than one time.” She nodded. “I’m hungry.” “Room service?” Grinning, she winked. “Ice cream and lots of chocolate.” “Oh yeah,” he sighed, his lips resting against her temple. “The only way to go after such amazing sex.” Warmth spread through her at the sound of his words. Amazing sex? Hell yeah. He knew how to touch a woman that was for sure. She thought the sex had been incredible, but to hear him say it out loud left her world spinning. Any fear she had of this night fizzling into a frivolous waste of time was dashed as she stared back into his glazed green eyes. Despite talk of room service, he hadn’t moved an inch. At least, not away from her. If anything, he hugged her body closer to his, sliding his thigh between hers. His fingers on her hips were firm, unrelenting, and damn it, re-igniting her arousal. “Nik,” she hummed, not wanting to destroy the moment, but she meant it when she said she was hungry. “I’m still hungry.” He chuckled, though the sound was more of a chuff. His breath puffed against her face, warm and all Nik. “I’ll order room service in a minute,” he assured her, kissing her temple. “Are you okay?” she frowned. He seemed so exhausted. Nik only smiled. “Baby, I’m better than okay. I don’t even know if there is a word in the English language for what I’m feeling right now.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Curious, she encouraged him to try. Tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, he closed his eyes briefly, opening them as he opened his mouth to speak. “Euphoric,” he whispered. “Exhilarated,” he pressed a kiss to her lips. “High as a bloody kite.” Adrenaline rushed through her knowing she’d done this to him. Sliding her hand over his muscled chest, she smiled her appreciation for his kind words but he wasn’t finished. “Charlie, I’m not kidding. It might sound clichéd, but I’m floating on cloud nine.” “I don’t know what to say, Nik.” Smoothing the pad of his thumb over her eyebrow, he pressed his palm to her cheek. Leaning toward her, he nibbled her bottom lip, stilled momentarily, and then smiled. “So don’t say anything,” he said against her mouth. “Just enjoy this feeling with me.” Her hand stroked his side as she nodded. This was completely new to her and she didn’t know what to do or think. Blown away by the sincerity in his voice, she could only link her arms around his waist and hold on. When her tummy grumbled, reminding them she was hungry, neither Nik nor she moved. Oh, he smiled knowingly, but didn’t set about calling room service. “Pity the phone’s out of reach,” he sighed, causing her to laugh. “I’m thinking ice cream might make for an interesting addition.” She was almost afraid to ask. “Addition?” He looked at her earnestly, as if she was mad for even voicing the question. “To round three.” With her heart thudding in her chest, Charlie ignored his protest and wriggled off the bed. Crossing the room, she picked up the phone and dialled room service. She placed the order, adding a few more items that could definitely spice up the sex. When she was finished, she found him right behind her, listening to her order. “Oh yeah,” he sighed contentedly, pressing against her back. She felt his arousal nudge her bottom and wished like hell she had a condom in her hand. Needing to touch him, she slid a hand between their bodies and whipped her head around when she found the latex already in place. Nik only smiled wickedly before she felt his hand brush the inside of her thigh. It sent a quiver through her body that left her knees the consistency of jelly. Lord but he was going to drive her insane by sunrise. “Round three,” he whispered, his lips leaving their mark on her ear as he wound his arms around her waist and pulled her back to him.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Nudging her feet wider, he slid his cock between her thighs. She felt it rub against her swollen lips and gently rocked her hips to encourage the sensation. “Room service won’t be long,” she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder. No more words came when he cupped her breasts and teased them. She acted instinctively, covering his hands with hers, intertwining her fingers with his. His lips on her neck were urgent, hot, undeniably delightful. “Nik,” she said his name again, liking the way it rolled off her tongue and suddenly she understood what it would be like to chant his name with each wonderful thrust. Arching back into him, she bucked her hips harder, feeling him press against her clit. Walking them toward the bed, he chuckled softly. “Can we finish before room service gets here?” She shook her head, knowing she wanted to see what delectable tricks he could play with their order. Still, she didn’t know if she could wait. Her insides felt like they were on fire and the only relief she could see in sight was to have him inside her, dousing the flames the way only Nik knew how. “It’s up to you, babe,” he grunted, sounding as ready to burst as she felt. “But since we’re going to spend the entire night making love, you shouldn’t feel rushed.” The words to “All Night Long” scrolled through her mind, slow and deliberate, leading her imagination down an erotic path. As the lyrics played to the movie rolling in her head, Charlie began to sway in time with the beat she heard. Feeling light headed and full of possibilities, she heard the words tumble out of her mouth in a voice she barely recognised as her own. Much to her surprise, she was singing. “When you touched me It felt like I would burn Don’t wanna live without your touch Feel your hands on my skin Your eyes deep in mine I wanna make love to you All night long.” She smiled, letting her body do the talking, encouraging Nik to move in time with her. His heart thumped in his chest against her back while his heated breath fanned her cheek. Ever since she’d met him, he’d inspired her to take risks, try things she’d never even considered before, and it had paid off. Here she was, travelling the world with her friends, playing to packed houses every time she stepped on stage. Somewhere, in all the adventure, she’d built a connection to this man like she’d never experienced before. It stretched beyond the physical, and far beyond the playful teasing, to touch something deep inside Charlie. The heat of it helped melt the emotions frozen in time and strangely called to her to believe.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Sing it again for me, baby,” he whispered, sounding pleased. “I love your voice.” She started the chorus of the song again, smiling and turning around when he joined her. The words rang true for her, she really did find his touch so hot it could burn. And when he stared deep into her eyes during sex, she felt as if she would explode. “We sound good together,” she noted. “If I do say so myself.” He chuckled, cradling her face gently in his hands. “I knew we would. Just like I knew that being with you would rock.” When she opened her mouth to speak, there was a knock at the door, followed shortly by a polite call of ‘room service’. Stepping away from her, he grabbed a robe from the back of a chair and covered himself. She watched him walk, his sure gait carrying him confidently toward the door. There, he turned to her and looked from her to the bed. She giggled, realising she stood completely naked. Why hadn’t that bothered her? She’d clean forgot about it. But she climbed under the covers all the same as Nik dimmed the lights and pulled the door open. He spoke politely to the bellhop, handed over a tip and then quickly escorted the young man out of the room. It occurred to Charlie that being seen in Nik St. Eve’s hotel room, and in his bed, could be news splashed across the pages of every tabloid come sunrise. And for once, she wasn’t perturbed by the thought at all. If she had a choice, she wouldn’t want things to become public. But if it happened, then she wouldn’t exactly be throwing a tantrum either. “Should I have hidden in the bathroom?” She wondered aloud as he pushed the small cart over to the bed. Her eyes skimmed the contents of the tray before making their way to Nik’s handsome face. Lord but he looked scrumptious in his aroused state. “Not if you didn’t want to,” he smiled, plopping down on the bed beside her. Leaning over, he kissed her briefly. “I don’t think the kid even looked at you.” Without saying a word, Charlie pushed back her bedcovers, exposing her nakedness again. Crawling across to him, she untied the robe and slipped it off his shoulders, finding his hardness a complete turn-on. “Charlie,” he warned. “Don’t you go doing anything rash now.” Laughter burst out as she remembered those same words being uttered by Rachel not so long ago. “Like what?” she asked innocently before stroking him firmly. Nik’s eyes drifted shut and he fell back to the bed. While he wasn’t looking, she grabbed the can of instant whipped cream from the tray and shook it. She rolled the condom off,
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Feeling her cheeks grow hot, Charlie tried not to let her imagination run away, but she couldn’t stop it. Unbidden, memories of their nights together flooded into her mind, leaving her a little short of breath. “I wasn’t sure you’d still be awake,” he continued, his deep, heavy breathing filling her ear. “I’m glad you’re there. I needed to hear your voice.” “Stop trying to charm me,” she chastised playfully. “It’ll never work.” He laughed then, full and loud, the sound all too familiar. “I don’t need it to work, honey,” he rebutted. “I’ve already had two nights with you. I know there will be more. So do you.” “Bah,” she huffed, trying to dilute the cockiness in his voice. “You’re dreaming, buddy.” “Is that right? So I shouldn’t remind you how good it felt then, huh?” “No,” she said, hearing the frailty in her voice. “No,” she repeated, more firmly this time, but it was too late. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, she was vulnerable around Nik, susceptible to his sexy swagger, those experienced hands and a pair of soulsearching eyes probing to explore every inch of her. “It’s okay to remember what we did,” he pushed, seemingly determined to pry open the double bolted doors she’d used to shut away the surging tide of need. “I think about it all the time, remember the curves of your body, the swell of your breasts, the sound of your voice when you called out my name.” Damn, damn, and double damn. She cursed as those bolts broke loose and the doors swung free. How could she resist the want swimming through her veins? All she had to do was say yes and he’d easily indulge both their fantasies over the phone. Not that that would be enough, she realised. She needed to feel his hands on her skin, hear his voice whisper at her ear. “Catherine,” he called softly. “Let me take you there again.” She stifled the affirmative response kicking to let fly. The heat sweeping through her veins chipped away at her resolve, leaving her ready to act on impulse. “Baby,” he continued. “You still want me.” “You still want me,” she ground out, remembering where this conversation went last time. “Oh yeah, I want you in my bed again. Forget just one more night honey, let’s take a whole week.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser She gasped. “Nik!” Shaking her head, she spoke rapidly, “We can’t do that. You’ve got tour dates, I’ve got tour dates, everyone will wonder where we are.” “Let them wonder,” he challenged defiantly. “Screw everyone else, baby. Tell me what you want.” Charlie swallowed. It had been so long since she’d last acknowledged what she wanted for herself. Yes, she wanted more sex with Nik. Yes, she liked being around him, and damn if his confidence didn’t rub off on her just a little bit. But a whole week? Together, alone? How on earth would they wrangle that? And what if they did? Would he expect something afterwards? Would she? “Nik,” she said breathlessly. “This was just one night, remember?” “Two,” he corrected her. “Two nights. And if I remember rightly, I almost convinced you to stay a third.” A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she shut it down. No. He was not going to talk her into this, not now, at two a.m., anyway. Before she could protest, he was talking again. “Think about it. We’d be alone, with no one to interrupt us. We could do whatever we wanted. And I know those two nights we spent together didn’t exhaust your appetite. If anything,” he cleared his throat, sounding somewhat heated, “those two nights only gave you a little taste of what could be. Didn’t they?” Keeping her mouth firmly shut, Charlie refused to answer. He was right and her body screamed it, lying here on the bed on fire and wanting only one man. But she wasn’t about to tell him that and she didn’t trust her voice enough to answer him. All he would need was the slightest quiver to know he was right. “You’re not an Ice Maiden,” he said softly. “You have needs too, babe. Let me tend to them.” Silence stretched out across the minutes. He was giving her time, but she wasn’t sure how much time she’d need before she could say yes. Saying so only proved she’d been sucked in the same way her mother had been time and time again. The broken promises of ever after, the empty lure of love and happiness. She wasn’t going to fall prey to that. No way. Not in this century. She had to resist the physical attraction between her and Nik for her own sake, because that was all they shared. Physical intimacy. “Maybe,” she conceded. “But I have responsibilities and I can’t leave them. It just wouldn’t be right.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser She grimaced, hearing her own words sound so thin and flimsy. He would hear it too, and she hated to think what he would say next. Hanging up right now seemed like a fine idea, even if it was to save her pride. “I’m not talking about a three car garage and cock-a-poos,” he insisted. “I’m talking about working through those physical urges you seem so keen to tuck away. Is it that you still don’t trust me?” “I know you won’t hurt me, physically,” she explained but then the lump in her throat stopped her. Admitting that she feared he’d hurt her emotionally left her too open and raw. He sighed softly. “Please don’t tell me you think I’m calling just because there’s a physical attraction between us babe,” he groaned. “I’d like to think there’s more to it than that.” “Is there?” she asked, floating the question and feeling about an inch tall for questioning his credibility. To her surprise, he chuckled. “I admit, you have an incredible body and sex with you is like dying and going to heaven, but there is more to us, Catherine. I think about you non-stop, what you’re doing, how you’re feeling, whether you’re thinking about me. Believe it or not, I am capable of non-sexual thoughts about a woman. Even one as erotic as you.” He really had a way with words. The fact he wasn’t shy about saying them out loud to her was what stumped her most, because it left him vulnerable to ridicule. Not that she would undermine him, but she imagined his mates would. She imagined the press would if they found out bad boy rocker Nicholas St. Eve had gone all gooey and mushy over the phone with her. ~ Nik waited impatiently for her answer. His foot bounced, his eye twitched and the tightness in his groin seemed to increase. Damn it, why wouldn’t she listen to reason? What had happened to leave her so distrusting? Clearly she didn’t believe relationships could last. Nor did she want to be involved in flings and affairs that lasted only a night or two. So what was her happy medium? He wondered. “You really know how to tell a woman what she wants to hear,” she finally said. He detected flattery in her voice. “It’s God’s honest truth,” he said. “I’m not joking around, Catherine.” He loved repeating her name; it sounded so feminine in comparison to Charlie and reminded him she was all woman.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser He wanted to know what that meant, wanted to scream out his frustrations but instead, he held his tongue. On the other end of the phone, she sniffed, blindsiding him with the thought she might be crying. His hand twisted into the bedspread, anger and compassion swirling through him uncontrollably. What he wouldn’t do to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. His heart ached at the distance between them. “In New York,” he said softly. “You and I are going to meet up, alone. No sex this time. Just you and me, talking honestly. What do you say?” “About what?” It was a rhetorical question because they both knew the answer. But he sensed she was still hiding, shielding her broken heart from him and all the possibilities he represented. “It’s only a few days away,” he said, ignoring her question. “I will come to you. Tell me you’ll let me in.” “I don’t know if I can.” He heard pain in her voice. “I promise you, I won’t hurt you emotionally.” “I don’t know, Nik,” she persisted. “Do you want to at least try? At least give us a chance?” She took a long time thinking over his questions, and the silence threatened to snap his patience. He wanted so desperately to help her, to know what caused her pain. Okay, he accepted some guy had scarred her, but didn’t she realise that not all men were the same? Didn’t she understand he wasn’t playing games here? It sure sounded like she didn’t and he wasn’t sure if that disappointed him or upset him. Either way, he needed to let her in on a few home truths of his own. “I’ll be there for you Catherine,” he said, deciding not to wait for her answer. “In the meantime, there are two things I want you to think about. Firstly, I need you to know that before you, I hadn’t been with a woman in nearly three years.” No reaction. “And secondly, for what it’s worth, I believe there can be an us. I still believe in love and faith and by God, I’ll do what is necessary to prove you can trust me completely. Do you hear me?” There was a moment before she answered. “I hear you.” “Good,” he declared gently. “I’ll see you in New York, sweetheart.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Charlie felt her face burn fiery hot. The hickey on her butt throbbed as if to tell her something. Rachel gave her a quizzical glance, but she stayed quiet, out of words to fend off Rachel’s persistence. Enjoying the ride to the hotel, she looked at each of her band members in turn, remembering why she’d asked them to join her on this roller coaster ride of celebrity and stardom in the first place. It was true, she hadn’t spent enough time with them lately, but then, Nik was a difficult distraction to ignore. She realised the time to make it up to them had arrived; time to reveal her newly written songs. “Um, everyone,” she started, raising her voice loud enough to be heard over the traffic. She waited for heads to turn and all eyes to be on her before she spoke again. Charlie smiled, reached into her backpack and withdrew the envelopes. Passing them out, she continued. “You all know I’ve been writing some new material. I’ve done what I can with them and want you to take a look at them now. I would dearly love to play one of these live here in New York, but it’s up to you guys.” She watched as each woman tore into her envelope and withdrew the three pieces of sheet music. Before anyone could really get reading, the limo came to a halt and the door opened to reveal the hotel. The disappointment Charlie felt was reflected on the face of each woman as they tucked away their gifts in preparation for checking in. Charlie could only shrug an apology to them for her lack of timing before they climbed out of the car. Inside, they waited as Rachel took care of the checking in arrangements. The hotel was quiet, perhaps a little too quiet though Charlie wasn’t complaining. It was late and she just wanted to go up to her room and lay down in the dark. With all this thinking, her headache made an untimely return. She hadn’t had one since being with Nik in Detroit—something else she didn’t want to think about—and she was loathe to the let the headache take hold. She was glad when Rachel turned and handed them all their key cards. Even happier when the others simply collected their things and headed to their rooms. It left her free to enjoy the quiet as she’d planned. Of course, convincing Rachel she needed some peace and quiet wasn’t going to be easy, but she suspected she could distract her friend with the mention of a certain guitarist’s name…Charlie smiled wickedly, knowing that was exactly her move if Rachel didn’t give her some space. “I’m going to turn in,” Charlie said as she hoisted one of her bags onto a luggage cart. “Do you need me for anything?” Rachel shook her head no. Strange, Charlie thought, her mind becoming a little suspicious of the way Rachel cleared her night so easily. “You go ahead Cat, I’m tired too.” Charlie stopped to give her a quizzical look. “Are you okay? You seem a little flushed.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Lifting her palm to her forehead, Rachel shrugged. “I don’t think I have a temperature, but it’s probably best to stay away, just in case.” As Rachel turned to go, it struck Charlie just why her best friend was so eager to get away. “He’s here, isn’t he?” she challenged, not needing to use Casey’s name. Rachel stopped and turned her head. “I think I’ll have a long sleep in, if that’s okay. Please tell the others not to disturb me until at least eleven, okay?” Smiling, thankful at least one of them had this relationship thing sorted out, Charlie nodded and waved Rachel on. “You got it, sister.” ~ Shutting the door softly behind her, Charlie left the lights off, preferring to move by the moonlight streaming in through the open curtains. She threw her backpack onto the chair in the corner and stripped off, leaving on only her underwear. At this time of year, New York was quite warm and she revelled in the feel of the balmy air on her skin. The silence around her comforted her as she padded across the carpeted floor to the sliding door. Pushing it open, she let the breeze and the New York City noise wash over her. It tickled the sensitive skin just below her breasts, causing her nipples to harden, the peaks straining against the thin cotton of her bra. Without understanding why her heart called to his, she wished Nik were here, his hands caressing her skin, his hot breath on her ear. Although she’d vowed not to call him, she wanted to hear his voice. It was so wrong he’d become a part of her like this, and completely criminal that she continued to allow him to invade her thoughts. But oh, the sinful pleasure he could bring was what she craved right now. Pressing her hands to the doorframe, she let her imagination run riot, encouraged it to bring her body to full arousal. Damn, if there was a chance that Casey was here in the hotel, then she knew Nik wouldn’t be far away. And if he’d come to her at the airport, then he’d come to her here. Ready to turn and grab the phone, Charlie suddenly became aware of a presence in the room. Despite the blood roaring through her body and the thumping of her heart, she heard breathing. Slow and steady, the breathing definitely belonged to a man. Her blood turned to ice. He could be anyone; he’d broken into her room, for crying out loud. And here she was standing in her underwear and completely unprepared. She peered into the dark corner, but could only make out the faintest of outlines. The phone was on the other side of the room. Making a break for it might lure him out, but to do what? Almost on cue, the intruder stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Short black hair, the body of an Adonis, piercing green eyes.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Hey babe,” he called softly, stepping toward her. “I’ll go if you want.” Charlie shook her head but didn’t move. “How did you get in my room, Nik? Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Wants aside, he couldn’t think this was okay. “I needed to see you.” “Nik, you broke into my room. I was going to call security. You scared me.” He stepped into the moonlight and bowed his head. “I’m sorry.” “Just wait for me in the lobby next time.” His head rose, his eyes finding hers in the moonlight. “You were thinking about me.” She nodded, taking a step back. “You said that we’d talk, that there’d be no sex this time.” He stilled, his head cocked to the side in confusion. “Is that what you really want?” Turning back to the window, Charlie swallowed. What did she want? Did it matter she’d told him about Roger and he’d said nothing in response? Was it wrong to want to lose herself in him anytime he was near? She didn’t know, but she knew what her body wanted and she wasn’t going to deny it tonight. Without speaking, she looked at him over her shoulder, crooked a finger, and beckoned him. He slipped in behind her, his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. The contact eased her confusion, the solid wall of his chest against her back steady and strong. His fingers gently rubbed the exposed skin above her panty line before dipping beneath the cotton to stroke her belly, her hip. Charlie silently thanked him for not pushing her, for keeping his promise that they’d talk before anything else. “Told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” he reminded her, his hot lips against her ear. “I know complicated, baby, like the back of my hand. You don’t scare me.” “So why haven’t you called?” she asked, hating herself for sounding so needy. Nik withdrew his fingers and turned her to face him. His eyes blazed in the dark, fierce and hungry. “Because you asked me not to. Because you sounded so damned scared and vulnerable on the phone that I didn’t want to make it worse for you.” Charlie blinked. Definitely not the answer she was expecting. “I don’t want your sympathy.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Char-lie, Char-lie. She stayed put, her feet firmly rooted to the very centre of the stage and unable to tear her eyes away from the mass of waving arms and smiles in front of her. Never had she loved this life more. She was thankful she hadn’t given in to her fears and skittered away from this opportunity. From her left, the rest of the band stepped onto stage, ready to resume their usual roles and reminding Charlie they needed to get on with the rest of the show. Feeling as though she floated on a bed of air, she drifted back to her drums. The sound of her name still pierced the air, helping to perpetuate the euphoria racing through her. So this was what Nik meant? Charlie shuddered, the thought that he felt this way every night sending tingles along her skin. Lord but she could get used to the attention, she thought selfishly. Now she understood why Anna glowed contentedly after every show. Picking up her sticks, she glimpsed Rachel at the curtain to her right and turned to see her friend give two thumbs up. Reading those familiar blue eyes, Charlie felt their kinship encircle her, love and warmth filling her heart. Smiling, Charlie counted in the beat to one of their early released songs—still a favourite according to the press— and kicked into the rhythm with renewed vigour. Man she loved this life. ~ His heart thumped so hard in his chest Nik thought he was about to explode. Watching her on stage, singing so intimately to such a large audience left his mouth dry. Not only could the girl sing, but damn could she write. Where had that song come from? It certainly wasn’t on their last album, and he should know. He’d listened to it about a thousand times. She must have written it recently, after being with him. There could simply be no other explanation for it, he decided. That wasn’t his ego talking, he knew. Rather it was an intangible sense he felt every time he was around her. He wasn’t about to question it, just in case it ran away. But, boy oh boy, did the woman know how to strike him deep and hard. Those words were meant for him. Overwhelmed by the heartfelt expression in them, he tried not to remain standing when everyone else around him took their seats again. And he tried desperately not to stand there like a lovesick fool. They might have been out-ed, but as yet, neither had made a public announcement confirming or denying the reports. He didn’t want to be the one to let the cat out of the bag, that was for sure. Now, more than ever, he wanted to go to her. Such a pity they were only half way through the concert, he thought, the desire to show her how much he appreciated the sentiment in the lyrics excruciatingly strong. At least he was surrounded by body guards, not dressed in the customary black attire but in everyday, ‘normal’ clothing. Casey sat right behind him, equally blocked in by men who could just as easily play
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Yet despite its size and the hordes of people moving about, she felt completely alone. No one paid her any attention, presuming she was just another New Yorker out for a mid-morning stroll. Of course, the red wig helped, and Charlie suspected that if she yanked it off and revealed her true identity, then she’d succeed in garnering their attention. Provided she actually wanted their attention. Which she didn’t. In fact, she was grateful for the solitude, needing time and space to put Nik into perspective. His request left her speechless. Partly because he wanted her at his show. Mostly because he’d asked. Nik rarely asked anything. Demanded was a better word, along with insisted and commanded and ordered. Until now, none of those things truly bothered her because even though he had commanded her actions on occasion, there was a mutual respect and appreciation. He’d never ordered her to do something she found to be vulgar or offensive or nasty and if she was honest, she didn’t think he would. That wasn’t Nik’s style. Then he went and did something like make this request. How could she possibly say no when he behaved in such a gentlemanly way? Grrr, she thought, disturbed that he’d not only listened to the gory details about Roger, but that he’d modified his behaviour so as not to repeat Roger’s mistakes. What the hell was that about? She wondered, unable to stop herself from suspecting the worst. He’d never given her reason to think badly of him, just the opposite in fact, and in her experience, that didn’t always put Charlie in the best position. She’d believed Gavin when he said he wouldn’t cheat on her again. He’d not only proven her wrong once, but thrice. And she’d believed Roger when he promised he wouldn’t hit her again. Not only had that backfired on her, but it had left her bruised and battered as a result. She tried to reason with her primal instincts, reminded them Rachel endorsed Nik, and that he gave her no evidence to convict him of anything untoward. It was true, he’d done nothing but treat her with respect and dignity and affection. She couldn’t fault him there. In some of their most intimate moments, he’d almost revered her, treated her like a queen. But in the end, and after one exhausting lap of the park, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in her belly. Perhaps it was as simple as knowing he wasn’t the bad boy rocker she had once thought, and deep down Nicholas St. Eve was just a sweet man wanting nothing more than to please her. The last thing she needed was for things to become more complicated, but she didn’t know how to uncover the truth. It wasn’t like Nik would’ve consulted the rest of the band before asking her to join them, was it? He was, after all, the lead singer and founder of Tantaliser, maintaining complete creative control and answering to no one. Except for that one time when, at her audition, he’d bowed to Casey’s authority. Charlie stopped walking. Casey. He’d been supportive of her at the audition, had convinced Nik to let her at least play. Would he know what was going on in Nik’s head? There was only one way to find out, and so stuffing her hands in her pockets, Charlie put her head down and scurried back to her hotel. Riding the elevator, she fidgeted nervously with the zipper on her jacket. In the hallway, she barrelled straight past her
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser But when she stepped into the room and closed the door, all he felt was an overwhelming desire to hold her. Where he should’ve been angry at her for leaving him hanging for so long, he felt compassion flow through his veins instead. He didn’t miss the worry in her eyes, or the way she held her body so rigid. He felt responsible. When he reached out to her, she took a hold of his hand and pressed it to her chest over her heart. The organ thundered against his hand. “Please talk to me,” he pleaded, his other hand caressing her cheek. “What are you thinking?” “That I owe you an apology.” Oh God, he thought, she’s going to end it all together. He shook his head. “No, no, you don’t owe me anything.” She stepped closer, her body only inches from his. “I’m sorry I doubted you, Nik.” Curious, he tilted his head to the side. “Pardon?” She stepped closer, her body flattening against his. Now he felt her heart beat against his chest, her breasts hard against him, her heat seeping into his veins. Dare he hope? “This morning, I went for a walk to clear my head. The way you acted last night left me confused. You never ask, Nik, you just demand,” she smiled. “That’s not a bad thing, but when you changed tack and asked me,” her smile faded as she shook her head. “It meant that you’d really listened to the things I said about Roger and the way he treated me. That scared me.” “Why?” She took a deep breath. The exhaled air washed over him, hot and heavy. “Because I thought you were doing what you thought I wanted. I was worried you were trying to manipulate me.” When she blinked, her eyes moistened. “Never,” he whispered, his throat tight with the thought he could leave her so scared and afraid. “Never, babe,” he took her face in his hands. “I’m so sorry. I just thought I’d freak you out if I demanded you come and sing tonight.” She nodded. “I understand that now. That’s why I’m here. I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Nik.” “I was listening when you told me about Roger,” he said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her tight against him. “I care about you too much to treat you like that.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser When she pulled her head back and tilted her face to his, Nik felt his insides clench. Suddenly, Casey’s mention of the word love smacked him hard in the face. He knew what love felt like, had been in love before, and what he felt for Catherine felt different but just as strong. Fierce. All-consuming. A wave of want washed over him. Not the kind of want to take her to bed right this instant—although that desire was strong, too. But it was the kind of want to go to bed with her every night, wake up to her gorgeous fudge brown eyes every morning and, damn it, it was the kind of want that echoed with the pitter-patter of tiny feet. Blinking, he focused his gaze on those eyes and squeezed her tighter. “Yes, Catherine Brown, I care about you. A lot. I like what we’ve got going here and I don’t want to mess it up.” “Nik,” she breathed, her eyes searching his. “What are you saying?” He smiled, dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers. Like a match to dry tinder, a fire erupted between them that saw his light kiss turn into a surging torrent of emotion. He licked her lips eagerly before sliding his tongue between them into her moist heat. She moaned under the kiss, the sound the same as the ones that slipped between her lips during their lovemaking. Her hands flattened against his chest, her fingertips plucking at his nipples as he speared his hands into her hair and held her head. Saying her name over and over, he trailed wet kisses down the side of her neck. This woman obliterated everything in his mind but he couldn’t make love to her here. The show would start soon and he needed a clear head before he went out there. But oh, the woman knew how to touch him, how to make his skin sizzle with desire. Her scent filled every breath he took, her taste as much a part of him as was his own. For the briefest of moments, he tore his lips away and reared back. But one look at her flushed skin, the molten need in her eyes, those glistening lips and he dove right back in. Backing her up to the door, he pressed them against it. It took only the slightest encouragement for her to part her legs so he could step between them. Sliding a hand between her thighs, he rubbed her through the fabric of her pants. Her body shuddered, her lips on his ear hot and demanding. Almost unable to contain himself, he worked to bring her to the edge of orgasm and just before she could fall over it, he paused. Staring into her eyes, his breathing hard and fast, he found the edge of her pants and pushed his hand down between her thighs. He needed to feel her muscles squeeze tight around him, just as they would later tonight after the show. Most of all, he wanted to pleasure her.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Oh darling,” Maureen pulled back but held on to Charlie’s shoulders. The woman was definitely not subtle as she looked Charlie over from head to toe. “You look positively radiant.” For an Australian reporter, Maureen made the glam girls of Hollywood seem drab in comparison. Somehow she managed to get invited to all the right parties, schmooze with all the right celebrities and pop into the studios of all the right talk shows. How did she do it? Charlie wondered as Maureen finally let her go. For a moment, without the reporter’s vice-like grip on her shoulders, Charlie felt a little light-headed. It took all of her strength not to fall into the seat she’d just vacated. Rather, she motioned toward a chair opposite for Maureen and while the graceful swan took her seat, Charlie plopped inelegantly on her butt. Thankfully, Maureen didn’t seem to notice. “I don’t know where the others are,” Charlie explained, feeling like an inadequate teenager. “They’re supposed to be here.” Maureen smiled; only Charlie sensed the approach of a shark rather than a fellow Aussie. “Oh honey, didn’t Rachel tell you? I only want to speak to you. The others in your band, nice as they are, don’t interest me one little bit.” The hackles on Charlie’s nape rose. “And what of Rachel? Did you send her away too?” Maureen cocked her head, appearing the innocent party when really she was the devil in disguise. “Rachel and I have a mutual agreement on this.” Charlie blinked and jerked back. “Pardon?” Like a co-conspirator, Maureen leaned in close. “She stays comfortably out of sight and no one gets to hear the sordid details of her affair.” Closing her eyes, Charlie wished she had fallen asleep and this was a nightmare soon to be over. She was in very deep and troubled waters here; she needed more than ever to be careful. Foot in mouth disease aside, she didn’t want to expose any of her closest friends to Maureen’s razor sharp mind. Just once, she wished she’d listened to all those media coaches Rachel had hired to try and train her to be a good little interviewee. Just once, she prayed she’d say the right thing. When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Maureen didn’t expose a tape recorder for their conversation. Not that she didn’t have one hidden somewhere on her, but usually these kinds of events were very open and up front. “Oh,” Maureen chuckled softly, leaning back in her chair. “I don’t record these things. And I don’t write anything down,” she tapped her temple. “I have an iron-clad memory.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Charlie swallowed, steadying her jittery nerves. ““Bad Days” is about a woman who is trapped in an abusive relationship,” she explained, carefully weeding out anything that could link her with the woman in the song. “The inspiration for the song is universal. Do you know how many women are in abusive domestic relationships? Do you have any idea how hard it is for them to tear themselves out?” Maureen’s eyes softened with compassion, making it difficult for Charlie to go on with such a detached, emotionless voice. “After all the abuse, society still expects them to go out and find their happily-ever-after romances. Imagine trying to trust a man when the last one you were with beat you senseless. That’s what the song is about, finding trust again.” Silence blanketed them as they stared at each other. Where Maureen had once represented a sharp-toothed hunter, she now was a vision of compassion and empathy. The expression in her eyes seemed almost intimate, as if she were trying to read Charlie’s thoughts. There was a glimmer in her eye suggesting she knew Charlie really was the woman in the song. But if she thought it, she didn’t say. For that, Charlie would be eternally grateful. “I see,” Maureen mused thoughtfully. “And you want to say to those women that there is hope and help?” Charlie nodded. “Plenty of it, at least to get out of that sort of relationship. Finding trust again may not be so easy.” “And that’s what the last line is about, isn’t it? That if this new man in her life deceives her or hurts her, then she’s out of there before he can say boo, right?” Nodding again, feeling relief soothe her twitchy nerves, she smiled. “Absolutely. I mean, it really doesn’t matter who is causing the hurt and who is being hurt, the end result is that trust and faith become casualties.” Unexpectedly, Maureen leaned forward and rested her warm hand on Charlie’s arm. Sisterly comfort filled her eyes. Charlie couldn’t say she felt any kind of sisterly bond with this woman. After all, she’d been lucky enough to marry her childhood sweetheart, give birth to three apparently wonderful children, and live a fulfilling career. Had she ever experienced the pain of love? Did she know men who were capable of violence against women? Charlie didn’t know but she respected Maureen for her empathy and tact. “So will Tantaliser and Mystique team up again? Say, a collaborative effort on a future album?” Charlie shrugged. “Who knows what the future holds, Maureen?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “You bastard,” Rachel screamed, flying at him and pummelling his chest with her not so feathery fists. Casey caught her from behind, held her still while she stared through Nik. “Yes, I was married. A long time ago, but she died during childbirth. I never told anyone because it wasn’t their business. I never told Catherine because it happened so long ago.” At the mention of the name Catherine, Rachel blinked and fixed him with a stare so full of hurt his breath caught in his throat. “You should have told her,” she whispered. “She really wanted to trust you.” “Rachel, I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” She shook her head, her eyes alight with fury. “I don’t think sorry will ever be enough.” He put his hand on her shoulder, grateful when she didn’t flinch or pull away. “Where is she, Rachel?” Rachel shook her head. “They sedated her to do a spinal. Don’t bother. They thought that maybe it was a stroke. But the CT was, thankfully, negative. It was another migraine, a real whopper.” He blinked, hating himself for thinking the next question, let alone asking it. “Why is Mystique even playing tonight?” She gave a wry grin; one so packed with hate it shocked him. “The show must go on, right?” “No,” he shook his head. “Not when a band member is in hospital.” She blinked and turned to Casey’s chest but Nik wouldn’t be denied. He turned and made his way to the nearest nurse’s station whereupon he demanded to know Catherine’s room number. The nurse, recognising him, nodded and offered to take him there herself. Where he would normally have rejected such an offer, Nik nodded his acceptance, untrusting of his ability to find the room with his head so off balance and his heart so full of dread. Chapter 12 He was met by the doctor, an elderly man with grey hair and a grim expression. It did nothing to ease Nik’s worry. Worse still, the man blocked the doorway.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “Can you tell me if she is going to be all right? It’s only a headache, right?” Nik pleaded before the doctor walked away. Turning, the older bespectacled man sighed, “I’m sorry, Mr.?” “Nik. Call me Nik.” “I can’t provide any information without Ms. Brown’s permission.” “But—” The doctor held up his hand. “I’m sorry. When she wakes, we can check with her. Once the appropriate releases are in place, I’d be happy to go over things with you.” Nik numbly accepted the explanation. “This is my fault,” he said. “I—I did something. Or more to the point, I didn’t do something. I should have…” The doctor smiled and gave Nik’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. “You’ll work it out, son,” he said, before walking away. Nik only nodded, dropping into a seat where he rested his head in his hands and stared at the floor. From what he knew, migraines were sometimes caused by stress and he had no doubt that was what had triggered Catherine’s migraine. Stress caused by thinking he had a wife. Strain caused by believing he’d lied to her. Trauma re-ignited from her past. All because some reporter wanted a cheap thrill at Catherine’s expense. “Excuse me,” a soft voice caused Nik to raise his head. It belonged to the nurse, who he’d completely forgotten about. She smiled gently. “Can I offer you anything? A coffee, perhaps?” Nik shook his head. “I just want to see her.” The slight woman with mousy brown hair, probably young enough to be fresh out of school, shook her head and gingerly sat beside him. “She’s heavily sedated. She wouldn’t know you were there.” “That’s not the point.” She squinted, not understanding him. “I need to see her,” he clarified, feeling utterly guilty that all he could think about right now was his need to touch her. “I love her.” She nodded, her expression softening. “I know. I was at your show last night. I saw the way you looked at her.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser man, a doctor, Charlie presumed, chuckled softly and explained many people lived happy and healthy lives even with these kinds of migraines. Without the heavy leaded feeling of earlier, Charlie could turn her head and see the two of them talking. The tall doctor was the first to notice she was awake and he turned to her with a warm smile. He was young, perhaps only in his mid-thirties with shiny black hair and beautiful olive skin. When he stepped toward her, Charlie returned his smile. “Welcome back,” he said softly. “How are you feeling?” “Tired,” Charlie managed through sticky dry lips. With a gracefulness she’d never seen in a man, he glided toward her and picked up a glass from the bedside table. He positioned the straw where she could reach it and allowed her to sip at the water. “Thank you,” she swallowed, feeling better. “How long was I out?” He pulled over a chair and sat beside her. “You’ve been here for two days in total, Catherine.” She blinked. “I don’t understand. Why was I out for so long?” “I suspect that each one of these episodes drains your energy. We only gave you a light sedative the second time around, one that should have only eased the pain.” Charlie turned her eyes to Rachel. “That’s why you’re so worried, isn’t it?” Rachel, whose eyes were bloodshot and moist with tears, only nodded. “Tell me,” she said to the doctor. “How did these headaches become migraines?” “Sometimes migraines begin when we’re young, and sometimes, they begin later in our lives. The patterns of them can be terribly varied and unpredictable. Yours seem to be triggered by stress and anger. Perhaps your lifestyle has something to do with it, perhaps not.” She frowned. “That’s really wishy-washy,” she said. “Can you be more specific?” He turned to Rachel. “Can I have a few moments alone with her?” Rachel nodded and left. “I think,” he said softly, fixing Charlie with those dark sensuous eyes again. “Yours are partly caused by things going on in your life. Forgive me if I seem too bold, but this has to do with your boyfriend. Am I right?”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Chapter Fourteen Charlie nodded at Casey as he stepped by her. He only gave her a shake of the head and a smile that said he thought she was crazy. She poked her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to the phone in her hand and Nik’s shallow breathing. She wondered if he thought he was dreaming. “Hey babe, how are you?” “I’m okay,” she nodded, honestly. “Really?” He sounded as if he didn’t believe her. “Yes, really. No migraine for nearly a week now.” He huffed, sounding tired. “That’s because I’m not with you, isn’t it?” “Don’t say that,” she admonished softly, her voice tinged with sadness. “It’s true, isn’t it? It’s all my fault you’re sick.” “No, Nik. I have migraines. Sometimes they’re caused by excessive stress. There’s no cause with your photo attached.” “Catherine, please. I’ve caused that stress. Without me, you wouldn’t have felt it.” “Maybe,” she conceded. “Maybe not. Why don’t you open the door and we’ll know for sure?” There was silence on the other end of the phone, though she heard the rumble of his feet race toward the door. Only a second went by before the door swung inward to reveal a barely dressed Nik. He hesitated, blinked rapidly and then stepped into the hall to pull her into his arms. “Jesus,” he breathed in her ear, squeezing her so tight she thought she’d pass out. “You’re here.” Freeing her arms, she wrapped them around his neck and held on while he walked them back into the room. With the door closed and privacy restored, he set her down and looked her over from top to toe. Why did that always make her feel so hot and sexy? “I’m not going anywhere,” she nodded, switching the phone off and throwing it on the bed. “We need to talk. And I only want the truth, buddy, no lies. Don’t shield me from the truth, don’t try and protect me.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser enough of waiting and was about to demand an answer, he raised his head and hugged her close. “I love you, Catherine Brown. I want you in my life, forever if that’s possible. I want to be the father of your children, your husband, your best friend, your soul mate. I have always believed that I’d find a woman to love again and I know I’ve found her in you. I want that white picket fence, the labra-doodle. But hell, I want more. I want it all, with you.” “Are you trying to scare me?” she asked with a steady voice unmarked by any trace of true fear. He shook his head. “Not intentionally. You asked me what I wanted, what I was saying, and now you have it. I know it scares you, I know it goes against everything you’ve come to believe about love and relationships, but I’m living proof that it can work, Cat. Will you give it a chance?” Holding the smile at bay for a moment longer, Charlie studied his tired face. A tiny speck of fear in his eyes led her to believe he wasn’t completely convinced he could win her over. Rather than disappoint her, it delighted her because it meant he wasn’t being arrogant or cocky. He’d learned enough about her to know she was still her own woman, that she could still say no and leave him in the lurch. But so much of the love in his eyes told her he wouldn’t give up, he’d pursue her to the ends of the earth to have her in his life, and that was the part she liked so much. Nicholas St. Eve was no physical threat to her. He’d proven that every time he’d made love to her, every time he touched her. And more and more, it was becoming clear he didn’t want to be an emotional threat to her. By laying his heart on the line, risking everything he had for one chance, he’d shown her he was worth fighting for, worth risking mind-numbing migraines for. The need she felt to have him in her life, the desire she felt every time he was near, let her know that what she was feeling was true. The fact she’d been able to open her heart to him, to share with him all the horrors without being ridiculed, showed her that she wasn’t an empty shell devoid of emotion. “I want to share my life with you,” she whispered, cradling his face and pressing her lips to his. “I want you to know all my fears, my hopes, my dreams. I want to know all of yours.” As if sensing her need to be touched, he took her in his arms, his fingers gently rubbing the exposed skin at her hip. “I never meant to hurt you.” “I know,” she sighed, pressing her cheek to his. “I know, baby.” Pulling back just enough so she could look in his eyes, she smiled. “I can’t imagine waking up without seeing you right beside me. Being away from you this last week?” She shook her head, finally giving in to all the romantic notions and fairytales she had so desperately wanted to believe in since her father left. “It almost killed me.”
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “I love you, Catherine,” he said firmly, strongly. “I will always be here for you. You know that, don’t you? I could never leave you, ever.” Holding his gaze, her chin trembled slightly. Not in fear, but in the hope that her happilyever-after could come true with the man in her arms. “I love you, Nik.” He smiled. “You can count on me, Cat, I promise. Because I’m sure that if I do hurt you again, I’ll have Casey, Rachel, you, the rest of your band, your fans and my fans chasing me for the rest of my life.” Chuckling, Charlie nodded. “Oh, you bet your ass on it, Nik. Now, no more talk of hurt. I’ve been away from you for far too long.” ~ As the American summer drew to a close, both Mystique and Tantaliser put on blazing final shows. First, Tantaliser threw a free bash in New York’s Madison Square Garden. The only thing one needed to present at the door was a copy of any of their albums. Needless to say, it was a packed house when the boys finally stepped on stage. Afterwards, Nik described the atmosphere as electric and Charlie couldn’t agree more, because when she led Mystique out onto the stage halfway through the night, she felt it too. Naturally, as was becoming a regular feature in the tabloids, they made the frontpage news. Only this time, the paparazzi finally had something worth telling. “Nik and Charlie - Together at Last” read one headline. There were dozens like it as they announced to their fans that they were indeed in love. The night was a roaring success, prompting at least one tabloid to raise the question of whether the two bands would continue playing live together. It certainly proved for interesting conversation around the breakfast table the following morning, with everyone—all eleven of them—having their say. Seven days later, on a sandy beach in LA, Mystique put on their final performance. An open-air concert, unusual for the American scene, left Charlie certain they would do more of them. With the salty spray of the ocean in the air, the sun setting to the west and everyone having an enjoyable night, she gave her American fans something to remember. Of course, as night fell around them, Charlie sprang the sweetest surprise on the audience, inviting Nik, Casey, Skeet, Jason and Brooksy up on stage to jam with them. Just as they had done in New York, Tantaliser and Mystique partied into the night. And just as they had done in New York, Charlie and Nik closed the show with a duet of “All Night Long”. So when all was said and done, the party noise finally silenced and the last fan seen safely home, Tantaliser and Mystique finished their American summer tour. Oh, they
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser promised they’d be back soon enough, but for now, everyone needed a very long holiday. It was strange to think they’d all been on the road so long, and even stranger for Charlie to think Nik had planned Tantaliser’s US tour after he learned the itinerary for Mystique. No two guesses how he’d gotten that information. Not that Charlie minded anymore, because when push came to shove, the end result was far sweeter than she could ever have hoped for. When the plane carrying rock stars, managers and road crews finally landed on Australian soil, it was no secret there would be no work done. While Skeet and Jason had flown directly to London to catch up with loved ones, Brooksy was determined to spend the Australian summer surfing every beach he could find. Anna and Dede were due to jet off to a nice, sun-drenched island resort where they could work on their tans, while Tory intended to slip right back into her old job. Charlie promised to visit at least once. Nancy announced that she was flying down to Melbourne to return to her family, though not before giving Nik a very long lecture about truth and honesty and the need for lots and lots of romance. As for Casey and Rachel, their plans had been kept secret, much to the dismay of almost everyone. But it was true, they needed to take a good, long hard look at their on-again, off-again relationship and they could only do that in private. But no one was going anywhere until Nik and Charlie made their union official. Invitation by stealth, Nik called it, as he summoned each person to a ‘surprise’ party to be held later in the week. The ‘surprise’, as he referred to it, wasn’t for Charlie as he explained, but was for them all. Charlie had barely kept a straight face as he gave each of them a warning, “Miss the party, and I’ll come a-knocking.” Okay, so he could be melodramatic, but everyone seemed to take his warning very seriously. Leaving the airport in a taxi and heading straight for the apartment block, Charlie snuggled into Nik’s arms. Jetlag was creeping up on her and if the taxi driver didn’t hurry it along, she was sure to be asleep by the time they eventually got there. “Don’t you fall asleep on me, girl,” he warned softly, stroking her face and pushing the hair out of her eyes. “We’ve got a lot to do before Saturday.” Nodding sleepily, Charlie tilted her face toward him. “I know, but jetlag can be such a downer.” He smiled, exhaled and cupped her chin in his soft hand. “Do you think any of them know?” She shook her head. Oh sure, the others suspected that eventually, sooner or later, she and Nik would tie the knot. But she was certain no one expected them to do it so soon. She smiled. She wasn’t the kind of girl who did the expected. Nik wasn’t the kind of guy that did the expected. Boy, were they going to knock everyone’s socks off.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser “No one suspects a thing.” He eyed her warily. “Not even Rachel?” “Especially Rachel,” she said with a nod. “But I’m glad we’re doing this, Nik.” “Me too,” he sighed softly. “Me too, baby. I can’t wait to make you my wife.” For once in her life, Charlie didn’t question her decision. Partly because it was hers to make, and partly because she’d shed the suspicious, suspecting Charlie of old. But mostly because it felt right. In the weeks since declaring she loved him, she’d had enough time to realise that life without Nik wasn’t an option. They hadn’t been apart in that time, sharing hotel rooms and beds with the intimacy of an old married couple. At least, that was how Nik described it because quite frankly, Charlie didn’t know how an old married couple acted. She’d never been around one and she’d made damn certain of telling him that. He hadn’t laughed at her and he hadn’t been frightened off by her conviction she didn’t know how to behave like a newly married woman either. He’d only messed up her hair and told her marriage would look good on her, whatever that meant. When the taxi finally dropped them off at the tall, shiny new building housing their two bedroom apartment, Charlie couldn’t help but gaze up at the white structure. Their apartment had a balcony overlooking Bondi beach but as yet, neither of them had seen it in person. Rich and famous as they were, they could afford to rely on the real estate agent to find them a home base. And, as Nik had so politely put it, if they didn’t like it, then they’d bloody well find one they did. Carrying their bags up to their furnished new home, Nik insisted on carrying her over the threshold. “Aren’t we supposed to do that after we’re married?” He laughed, swinging her up into his arms and kicking the door open. “In my mind babe, we already are.” ~ As Charlie learned, things were never dull with Nik around. First, during the week after returning to Australia and amidst all of the frantically arranged wedding plans, he spent each morning waking her a different way. Charlie felt completely indulged. Slow, gentle massages, long walks on the beach, hot sweaty sex, a surfing lesson neither would ever forget, breakfast in bed. Second, he’d managed to get all of the arrangements done without her help—how, she didn’t think she’d ever know.
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Finally, on the eve of their wedding, before Nik insisted on spending the night at a hotel, he took her to dinner with a special guest. None other than Maureen Fable, who made no bones about the fact that she’d been wrong and that she’d known all along Nik’s wife had died over ten years ago. Not willing to pass up the chance to make the woman squirm, Charlie used every minute of their dinner to grill her and Nik took the opportunity to convince her to write a new article about Charlie. Not that Maureen’s first article, printed after their disastrous first encounter, had been negative. In fact, Maureen had been rather flattering. But Charlie didn’t let that stop her as she instructed Maureen on a few of the finer points of what it took to make it in the world of rock stardom. Alone, with the squirming Maureen out of the way, Nik spent the rest of the evening reminding Charlie that he had the rest of their lives to fill with exciting and definitely notdull events. Charlie only smiled and let him know he’d set a precedent now, one he had to live up to. “Oh,” he sighed wistfully as the clock ticked over to midnight. “I’m sure you’ll let me know when things get a little too boring,” he winked mischievously before raising his glass of sparkling apple cider. “To us, and all the naughty adventures that await.” Charlie smiled, clinking her glass with his before stretching across the table to press her lips to his. Hot and demanding, his lips dragged across hers and left her wondering how she would survive the next sixteen hours without him by her side. “Now Catherine, don’t you do anything rash.” She giggled against his lips. “You know I will.” He groaned with anticipation, though the sound really never left his chest. “Oh I’m counting on it, babe.” The End
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Rose Middleton Tantaliser Blame it on David, the boy who challenged me to a writing contest when we were nine years old. The guidelines were sketchy, and only one rule applied: write as many pages as I could. Silly boy. He obviously didn’t realise how much I loved spinning stories, which up to that point had been done by the spoken word in the playground. Until then, I hadn’t actually written anything down. When I hit twenty five pages, my competitor threw his hands in the air and declared I’d won. I can’t remember the title of that story, nor even any of the characters, but that’s where it all began. I'm an ordinary Australian girl who puts family first and, fortunately or unfortunately, sometimes lets my career take up too much time. A teacher by day, romance writer by night, my life is full of the good things. I write because I'm passionate about it, because it's in my heart. I love the escape, the adventure, and especially the life I live vicariously through my characters. Most of all, I relish the challenge of bringing sensual, delightful and fulfilling romance stories to life.
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