"Do you always get champagne after a gig?"
He shook his head. "It's been Clayton's biggest tour to date. I traveled all over Europe with him. The room and the champagne are like a bonus." The question brought Clayton back to mind again, the party, and the fact that this little rogue groupie was probably just about to pump him for information.
"You were behind the clothes rail, weren't you?" He touched the tip of her nose. "When I saw you run out of there, I figured it was the only place you could have been. Was I right?"
She nodded. "You were looking straight at me." Her eyes twinkled. "I thought you were going to come over and haul me out."
"That might have been fun."
"You had your fun."
And he wanted more. At the back of his mind, though, a sense of duty and loyalty reminded him that he should be asking her what she'd seen. "How did you know that Clayton and Jay were...together?"
She lifted her chin as she gave a soft, breathy laugh. "Because they got rather intimate while I was in there."
"Right, I see." That was bad news. He didn't see anything mercenary in her expression, though. "Are you going to use the information in any way?"
She stared at him a moment, as if his comment hadn't quite sunk in, and then she pulled back, looking a bit horror-struck. "No way. Everyone is entitled to their privacy." She gave a slight frown, looking sheepish. "I know, I intruded on their privacy, but really I didn't know I was intruding on anything of that nature did I?"
Tommy pushed away the thought that she might have been willing to step into Jay's shoes and get intimate with Clayton herself, had Jay not already been in there doing the job. "Clayton is a friend, as well as an employer. I'm concerned that this information will get out."
She shook her head. "I know you don't know me and you don't know if you can trust me, but believe me, you can. That's not my thing at all." She locked eyes with him as she ran her fingers into his hair.
He tried to get the measure of her. His gut instinct said to trust her. But, beyond driving the message home, there was little else he could do, in reality.
"You're a good pal."
"Yes, but I never let a client down. It's my first duty to ensure he's able to do his thing without too much personal hassle."
"Never let a client down, hmm?" She reached for his hips, stroking him.
"That's me." His dick was stirring. "The party will be in full swing. Would you like to go?" She was interested in more sex, he could tell, but he wanted to know what her answer would be.
"And spoil this moment? No way." She reached forward and gave his jaw line a gentle bite. It was the oddest little quirk, as if she were marking her territory. "If you need to go," she said, drawing back, looking apologetic, "don't worry, I understand."
"No, I'm happy here." He tried not to be too pleased about the fact that she didn't want to go to the party. It didn't mean anything. "You don't have to get home?"
"No, I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself."
"I can see that." He laughed softly, enjoying the weight of her body on his, even more since she had chosen him over the party.
She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Like I said, life is short." She got that intense serious expression on her face again. It was almost wistful. He felt her pulling back, and it made him curious.
"That's a very hedonistic attitude you've got there."
She gave a dismissive nod, which surprised him.
"Yes, and when something good comes by, you know, you just have to go with the flow...enjoy the moment for what it's worth."
"The moment?" He could feel her backing away all the time, and yet at the very same time her fingers began to clutch at him, her eyes growing dark as she looked at his arms, stroking the muscles there.
"The night." She rose up and moved down to stroke his torso with her hands.
It's a one-night stand. He'd been getting hard anyway, but reference to the temporal situation had his dick up and needy for more, before it was gone. Before she was gone.
"Oh that's good," she said, when she felt his erection against her bottom. Her legs splayed to either side of him.
She put out her hand and he passed her the condom.