Taste of Love - By Stephanie Nicole Page 0,45

electricity of the fans.

After the show was over, Cameron went to his dressing room to shower, leaving Madison to fend for herself in an area where dozens of groupies were anxiously waiting for him. She had a drink in her hand, which was almost gone due to the setting. Being nervous always made her drink far too fast. She didn't know what to expect when Cameron made his entrance.

A door finally opened, and she instantly knew that Cameron was in the room. The thrill that ran through the crowd was unmistakable. He made his way through the crowd, humoring a few girls who stopped him for a kiss, cameras flashing from all sides. She saw that Cameron was trying to be polite, but that he wasn't enjoying the girls breaking into his space.

He made his way over to where Madison was standing and kissed her lips. She could feel the scornful eyes of the groupies sizing her up. She carefully avoided looking anywhere but up into Cameron's eyes.

"Glad you actually stayed this time," he grinned.

"I have no choice, my ride isn't ready to leave yet," she teased back. "You were great out there."

His eyes sparkled at the compliment, and he was glad to know she enjoyed herself. "We aren't going to stay long, just long enough to say I was here, then we can make our escape."

Madison nodded, anxious to get out from under the watchful eyes of the groupies. They were staring at her as though she was a strange mold growing on the end of their impossibly high heels. She understood; they were jealous. She pointedly ignored them and got another drink, then waited patiently for Cameron to tell her it was time to leave. She watched as he mingled, laughing and talking with some, politely brushing off others. The women were surrounding him, vying for attention, but he gave them none. What a difference from the last time!

Half an hour later, he saved her, and led her to the bus.

"We'll be in Chicago in about three hours. You want to change into something comfortable, and come in back to watch television with me?" he asked.

"Sounds great," she told him. Cameron got two pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt and sweatshirt out of his closet near his bunk. He handed the sweatshirt and a pair of shorts to Madison to change into while he took the other shorts and t-shirt. He gave an apologetic shrug.

"Sorry, didn't want to dig your luggage out right now," he said. "Besides, I think you will look so damn cute in that."

Madison blushed and looked around, wondering where she could change. "Bathroom is right there, and I'll be in the back when you're done."

She changed her clothes and met Cameron in the back. He was sprawled out on one of the couches, already watching television. He looked up when she came in and patted the spot next to him. She went over and cuddled up next to his body, feeling his warmth. Cameron pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and covered them both, then wrapped his arm around her waist.

It was the most comfortable spot in the world, with the sound of the wheels underneath them and the warmth of their bodies lying together. They were soon asleep, rushing through the night toward the lights of Chicago.

Chapter Thirteen

As she stood in the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her shoulders and back, Madison could barely remember getting to the hotel in Chicago the night before. She remembered falling asleep in the back of the bus with Cameron, and there were vague images of him carrying her through the lobby to the elevator, then laying her on the bed in her room.

She smiled at the memory. He was being so sweet with her, giving her all the things she really needed, without having to hear what those needs were. He just seemed to instinctively know.

After she finished her morning rituals, Madison wandered out into the common area of the suite. It looked a lot like the one in Indianapolis, only a bit larger. She picked up the room service menu and began to formulate a list of what she wanted to order when Cameron's door flew open. Madison looked up and smiled.

"Good morning!" he boomed.

"Good morning! I was just going to order some brunch. What're you in the mood for?" she asked, trying to keep her eyes from roaming all over his body. God, he looked good enough to