bus.”
“Right on, whatever,” he said. I watched as he picked up his gun from the table, and put it into the back of his waistband. When he saw me watching him, he shrugged. “You can never be too prepared, Jett.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. Why couldn’t I just be normal? I yearned for a normal life that didn’t include crazy people and the need for guns to protect me from them.
Now, walking down the boulevard, having Colt by my side, I was simultaneously still yearning for that, and yet thankful that I had a reason to call him.
“I’m never going to find anything remotely like what I’m looking for. Let’s go have lunch,” I said, ready to give up. “I still can’t believe Sam lost my fucking jacket.”
“Lunch sounds a whole lot better than this shit,” he replied. “Shopping sucks.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I know.” I replied, pulling him down the sidewalk to a burger joint I saw earlier. “Let’s get you a burger, big guy.”
“Men gotta eat, Jett. I’m a man.”
I laughed, my nipples hardening once again as I remembered the package I saw between his legs while he was sleeping earlier.
“Yeah, I saw that,” I agreed teasingly.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
“I need you to tell me everything you know,” I said to the annoying little man sitting in front of me on Jett’s tour bus as we drove to the next town. I had insisted Seth ride with us, instead of following in his own bus behind us. I couldn’t believe he needed his own fucking bus, but maybe it was Jett that needed her own bus. I couldn’t imagine wanting to be in this asshole’s company more than necessary.
“I don’t know much, to tell you the truth. The police haven’t told me anything. When Jett found the note, we called the cops. They came and fingerprinted the room, but they didn’t find anything.”
“What about security cameras in the hotel?”
“They only have them in the lobby. No cameras on the penthouse floor. Celebrities hate them. Any hotel worker could sell them and make a fortune. Nobody wants the public to know who they’ve invited to their room. Especially Jett,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“So how the fuck did this guy even now where she was?” I asked, ignoring the jab he made at her. “Why isn’t the fact of where she is staying on any given night kept confidential?”
“Colt, I don’t think you understand how the entertainment business works. If Jett doesn’t get publicity, she will wither away into oblivion. People only remember the last thing they saw. She has to stay out there, she has to be in the public eye. It’s the nature of the game. Fans love her. They want to be her. They want to be near her. That’s just how it goes. You take that away, and Jett doesn’t exist.”
“She doesn’t exist? What the fuck kind of attitude is that? She’s a fucking human being!”
“I know that, Colt! But she’s also a star. And stars have to give up their anonymity…and their privacy…or it doesn’t work. If people aren’t lining up outside her hotel, then they won’t line up to buy tickets to her shows. It’s a game we’re forced to play.”
“Whatever, fine. That still doesn’t explain how this fucker got into her room. How did he know what room she was in? Did he just walk up to the front desk and ask?”
“We always use a fake name for Jett when she checks in at every hotel. Anna Silver.”
“So, you use the same name for every city?”
“Yes. But it’s not made public, obviously. Only her immediate team is aware of it.”
“Well, maybe you should change it every time. Obviously, there’s a leak.”
“There’s not a leak. And we can’t change it, that would involve entirely too much work. We have reservations made in advance for the next several months. It would be impossible to change it now.
“Not impossible. Just too much work for you, right, Seth?” I was
“Right on, whatever,” he said. I watched as he picked up his gun from the table, and put it into the back of his waistband. When he saw me watching him, he shrugged. “You can never be too prepared, Jett.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said. Why couldn’t I just be normal? I yearned for a normal life that didn’t include crazy people and the need for guns to protect me from them.
Now, walking down the boulevard, having Colt by my side, I was simultaneously still yearning for that, and yet thankful that I had a reason to call him.
“I’m never going to find anything remotely like what I’m looking for. Let’s go have lunch,” I said, ready to give up. “I still can’t believe Sam lost my fucking jacket.”
“Lunch sounds a whole lot better than this shit,” he replied. “Shopping sucks.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…I know.” I replied, pulling him down the sidewalk to a burger joint I saw earlier. “Let’s get you a burger, big guy.”
“Men gotta eat, Jett. I’m a man.”
I laughed, my nipples hardening once again as I remembered the package I saw between his legs while he was sleeping earlier.
“Yeah, I saw that,” I agreed teasingly.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
“I need you to tell me everything you know,” I said to the annoying little man sitting in front of me on Jett’s tour bus as we drove to the next town. I had insisted Seth ride with us, instead of following in his own bus behind us. I couldn’t believe he needed his own fucking bus, but maybe it was Jett that needed her own bus. I couldn’t imagine wanting to be in this asshole’s company more than necessary.
“I don’t know much, to tell you the truth. The police haven’t told me anything. When Jett found the note, we called the cops. They came and fingerprinted the room, but they didn’t find anything.”
“What about security cameras in the hotel?”
“They only have them in the lobby. No cameras on the penthouse floor. Celebrities hate them. Any hotel worker could sell them and make a fortune. Nobody wants the public to know who they’ve invited to their room. Especially Jett,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“So how the fuck did this guy even now where she was?” I asked, ignoring the jab he made at her. “Why isn’t the fact of where she is staying on any given night kept confidential?”
“Colt, I don’t think you understand how the entertainment business works. If Jett doesn’t get publicity, she will wither away into oblivion. People only remember the last thing they saw. She has to stay out there, she has to be in the public eye. It’s the nature of the game. Fans love her. They want to be her. They want to be near her. That’s just how it goes. You take that away, and Jett doesn’t exist.”
“She doesn’t exist? What the fuck kind of attitude is that? She’s a fucking human being!”
“I know that, Colt! But she’s also a star. And stars have to give up their anonymity…and their privacy…or it doesn’t work. If people aren’t lining up outside her hotel, then they won’t line up to buy tickets to her shows. It’s a game we’re forced to play.”
“Whatever, fine. That still doesn’t explain how this fucker got into her room. How did he know what room she was in? Did he just walk up to the front desk and ask?”
“We always use a fake name for Jett when she checks in at every hotel. Anna Silver.”
“So, you use the same name for every city?”
“Yes. But it’s not made public, obviously. Only her immediate team is aware of it.”
“Well, maybe you should change it every time. Obviously, there’s a leak.”
“There’s not a leak. And we can’t change it, that would involve entirely too much work. We have reservations made in advance for the next several months. It would be impossible to change it now.
“Not impossible. Just too much work for you, right, Seth?” I was
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