A Filthy Friend (Filthy Line #5) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,29
Sebastian. The guy before Sab.”
“You can tell anyone any story you want,” he said. “I’m not afraid of my past.”
“And you’re putting me in front of all those rock stars…”
“Who have women in their lives,” he said.
“Rock stars actually settle down?”
“I guess so.”
“When are you settling down?” I teased.
Sebastian leaned closer to me. “When I find the right woman.”
“I wonder what she’ll look like,” I said. “Tall. Fake hair. Fake eyelashes. Fake tits for sure. She’ll probably have one of those random piercings… like a little diamond sticking out of her ribcage…”
“Careful,” Sebastian said. “You’re going to turn me on.”
I laughed. “Go handle yourself then. You can join the solo mile high club.”
“Already did,” he said with a wink.
“And the… never mind.”
“What?”
“Nothing. I don’t want to know about your sex life.”
“Sex life,” he said. “Oh, you were going to ask if I’ve ever had sex in a plane. I don’t think I have to answer that. What about you?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Big time. I’m a slut at thirty thousand feet. I can’t help myself. I just open my legs and say come in for a landing, guys!”
Sebastian put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. “This is going to be fun, babe.”
I put my head to his shoulder and sighed. “Thank you for this. I probably shouldn’t be running away like this…”
“Bree,” he said. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Then shut up and enjoy it.”
“You got it… Sab…”
“Sab, huh?”
“I might as well get used to it before we land,” I said.
“Good. If you call me Sebastian while we’re in LA, I’m calling you Brianna.”
“I hate that name,” I said.
“I know,” he said.
“Would you mind if I closed my eyes? I’m still hungover.”
“Just as long as you don’t touch yourself in your sleep.”
I slapped his chest. “Don’t be gross.”
“Enjoy your nap, babe,” Sab said.
I shut my eyes.
My hand was still on his chest.
He had a lot more muscle than I remembered… and he smelled really good… and he…
Stop, Bree… just please stop.
11
SAB
The plane touched down and the weather was as perfect as when I left it hours ago.
I wasn’t really a fan of flying, but I wasn’t going to leave Bree to fly on her own.
I carried her bags off the plane to the waiting SUV that was going to take us to my place.
As I put the bags in the back of the SUV, from the side of my eye I caught Bree looking around.
LA was its own world at times, and that was hard to remember when you’d been there as long as I had been.
Where Bree lived, it was a small town. It was cloudy, cool, sometimes rainy.
Here it was… different.
The sun was brighter. There was a haze that blanketed a good part of the sky. There were parts you could go to and have some fun. There were parts you were advised to avoid at all costs.
We got into the SUV and the airport became a blur behind us.
“We’re going to my place first,” I said. “Then we have to go to the practice place.”
“With the band?” Bree asked.
“That’s right. Are you going to be starstruck and all that?”
“Not sure,” she said.
She took a deep breath.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“What?”
“To be here.”
“Oh. It feels okay. I feel okay. This is just…”
“Take it one second at a time,” I said.
“Also, you don’t have to babysit me,” Bree said. “I can figure things out on my own. I know you’re busy with stuff. You mentioned some shows and whatnot. I don’t want to be in the way. Okay?”
“You already are,” I said.
Bree pushed me. “Come on, Sab.”
“I’m messing with you.”
“And even with… you know… women and stuff…”
“What?” I asked.
“You’re a rock star. I get it. You probably have a different woman each night. Right?”
I felt a little attacked by the comment.
But I smiled.
“You don’t want to hear it?” I asked. “It’ll give you something to use for your own good.”
“I am not doing that while you’re doing that,” she said.
I laughed. “Hey. You’re in the rock star world now, babe. Start acting like it.”
“Sorry, Sab, not going to happen.”
“You know, I like the way you say my name. It sounds good coming off your tongue.”
“Are you really trying to flirt with me right now?”
“No. Just talking. Friendly talking.”
“Friendly talking,” she said. She shook her head. “I can see you changing already. You’re going to be a cocky dickhead, aren’t you?”
“Probably,” I said. “Want to fly back yet?”
“Not yet,” she said. “Not until I’ve had