“You’re a bloody trooper. I wish I could kiss you right now. I literally want to unwrap you like a piece of candy and lick you.”
“Don’t start a scandal. It will take away from the album’s release.”
“Yes, that’s true. Maybe I can find a coat closet and we could have a dirty shag on some musky over-priced vintage trench.”
I giggled. “Or we could wait for this to end, go back to the house, and I could fuck your face.”
His top lip curled. “I like your plan significantly better.”
“You do.” I licked my lips.
“Certainly.” He leaned in close to me. “Open your legs.”
“What?”
“Open. There’s a tablecloth. No one can see.”
I uncrossed my legs and opened my knees about four inches. “There, my legs are open.”
Jagger leaned toward the table and placed one of his hands in his lap. That hand went right in between my thighs. I felt one of his fingers swipe my thong to the side like my vagina was an iPhone screen. His solo finger entered me. He held my gaze with his mischievous coffee-colored eyes. He twirled his finger inside me and stimulated my juices. I licked my lips again and tried to hold it together. I couldn’t believe how I instantly got wet just for him.
“I found your naughty bits.” He winked at me.
I caught my breath as he slipped his finger out of me. He placed his soiled finger up to his face to thoroughly inspect. I thought he’d wipe his finger with one of the napkins on the table but he lifted it to his nose, inhaled it, and rubbed it into his nostrils.
I was shocked me because I didn’t see that coming. He sniffed my fluid up his nose like it was cocaine. It was sexy and frightening all at the same time.
“Babe.” He pinched his nostrils quickly with his fingers just like the drug dealers did in movies when they were testing the product.
I closed my open mouth. “Yeah.”
“When they roll this bloody cake out and sing the birthday song I have to do this birthday thing.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Someone is going to give me a glass of champagne. They’ll be a toast. I’ll take one sip and hand it over to you.”
“Can you do that? Can you have a drink?” My heart started beating fast. I’d never seen Jagger have a drink of alcohol. It was a forbidden thing. But I wasn’t too sure.
“Babe, don’t look worried. One sip isn’t going to make me relapse. Champagne isn’t smack.”
I had to remind myself that smack was heroin. “Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure. I have to fake it for the cameras, for all these people. I’m a perfect lead singer in a perfect boy band. I’m turning twenty-one. In the states I’m legal. I have to put on a proper show.”
“I don’t–” I started to protest.
“Babe, one sip. I’ll give the glass to you, then I do a little speech and hopefully, this shindig will be over soon after.”
“Okay.” That was a lot for me to unpack. He just couldn’t slip back into his addiction. I would lose him. He would lose me. Inevitably I would be the one they would blame.
“Babe, don’t look so glum. Trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“I look forward to you fucking my face. I’m not going to fuck that up.”Jagger smiled with his entire face and I believed him.
Matt the super-assistant was making a beeline straight toward us. For a guy with the night off, he sure looked like he was working.
“Mr. Adkin’s sorry to bother you but the photographer wants a picture of Toxic Shock over by the ice sculpture.”
“Thanks, Matt. Duty calls.” Jagger stood.
“I’ll stay with Ms. Sweet.” Matt gracefully scooted into the chair beside me.
Jagger looked down at both of us before he walked away.
“So, Katrina how are you tonight?”
“I’m good.”
“I saw your gift. Jagger loved it. Your gift is by far the best thing he’ll get this year.”
“Wait. Do you know what I got him?”
“Yes, the sweet kisses tattoo. If my name was sweet I would’ve had the word tattooed on ten guys before I turned twenty-one. Mr. Adkins loved it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I not telling anyone about the gift. I’m a professional. I signed an NDA. Your affiliation is covered in the fine print. I would never disclose anything you told me.”
“No, no, I didn’t think that. I’m just happy he liked the tat. I know I was told not to get him anything but for my birthday he gave me— ” I stopped my big ass mouth from running off.
“The Benz truck. Did you like it?”
Oh, he knows about it. Why did I think he wouldn’t? “Yes, I love it.”
“I don’t want to say too much but you’re the first real girlfriend. So it’s nice finally pulling things for a woman.”
“Pulling?”
“You know like pulling the clothes off the rack.”
“I appreciate you doing that for me. I appreciate all the things, you know setting the trip up, just everything.”
“Oh my God Sweetie, it’s my job. I love this job. Mr. Adkins is pretty decent for a boss. I work for Jagger, not the record company.”
I’m not sure why he was telling me this but it was something he wanted me to know. Maybe he was just letting me know where his loyalties lie. They seemed to be with Jagger, and that was nice to hear.
The night went better than I imagined. Matt and his boyfriend chatted me up most of the night. Winston came by to look glum and uninterested. He sat next to me and didn’t even talk to me. He was an odd brother.
A few men were bold enough to hit on me. I think it was because they saw Jagger talking to me and that raised my stock. Matt chased all my gentleman callers away. I was grateful he was there to fend off these people. I wasn’t used to industry people.
