Surely…surely Staffan wouldn’t be, umm, hand-selecting all of them at the same time?
Staffan managed to stop himself from smirking at the way her gaze flitted about the room, lingering on the other women but never on him. She was the only person here who was not comfortable, the only one who wasn’t able to look at him in the eye.
Good. Maybe in a bit she would cry wolf, and he’d finally understand what she was up to.
“You.”
Mitch, standing next to her, elbowed her none too gently at the side. “He’s talking to you, idiot.”
Staffan’s fingers dug into the couch in an effort to keep him from snatching Saffi away to his side and ordering his security team outside to take the other woman away. That jab must have hurt, dammit.
Saffi turned to him, reluctance visible in her every move.
Again, he was struck at how beautiful she was, how innocent she looked even with her face made up like an exotic belly dancer. “Y-yes?”
He drawled, “How was it earlier?”
She blinked at him, confusion and embarrassment swirling in her eyes.
He raised a brow, unwilling to make it easy for her.
Staffan likes his women slutty, she reminded herself. Saffi blurted out, “Hot and wet.”
The silence that followed was excruciating.
Oh my God, oh my Lord, did she just freaking say that?
Staffan coughed, to cover his surprise that someone so nerdy she wanted to study fish for life had said something like that. To keep his arousal at bay, he switched his attention to the rest, asking them one question each. When he finished with all ten, he pointed to the three women he wanted to stay – including Saffi of course – and nodded goodbye to all the rest.
Ooooh. Saffi tried very hard not to show how shocked she was as the other women left – and Mitch was one of them. Saffi pretended not to notice the other woman’s hate-filled gaze just before the door slammed shut behind Mitch.
So that was like an elimination round, Saffi mused, and she had just survived it. She didn’t know if she found the thought amusing or intimidating. Women actually competed just to be his…what? One night stand?
“First time to get selected?” The older woman gliding to her side whispered. Everyone here were older than Saffi, and she wondered uneasily if Staffan would notice it and – worse –hold it against her. Saffi knew a lot of rockstars liked the Lolita type of girls, but Staffan had always been different. Even when he was just starting out, Staffan had been known to date women older than him, women who were so glamorous that they shouldn’t have had given a twenty-something budding rockstar the time of the day.
Realizing the other woman was waiting for her to answer, she lied breezily, “My first time with Staffan. But I, umm, get selected all the time when I tour with, umm---” Saffi madly searched her mind for a famous name that Staffan surely wouldn’t be associated with.
Her gaze fell to the clock on the dressing table, which showed the time and temperature.
“---Celsius,” she said almost giddily. The boy band from Korea was just starting to be really famous, with their latest single reaching the Top 10 in the US and UK.
In the act of asking another question, Staffan stiffened in incredulous shock when he heard what Saffi and the other woman was talking about. Did she just say she was a f**king groupie for a boy band?
Saffi felt a little proud of herself when the other woman looked at her with respect. Maybe it was because Celsius was known to be really choosy. She had heard something like that about the group from other fangirls.
“You must be really good. I heard they only do girls able to take them at the same time.”
Saffi tried not to choke.
Staffan wanted to wring her neck. This night just kept getting crazier and crazier. Didn’t she know how news traveled lightning fast among Gs? And didn’t she know that he had a rule---
The other woman turned to Staffan. “You have to kick her out. She’s not exclusive.”
Saffi gasped, realizing why the other woman kept asking her all those questions. It had been a setup! She stammered, “I am exclusive! What I, umm, did with Celsius was so long ago. It’s over between us. They, umm, begged me to go with them in their UK tour but I said I wanted to be with Staffan Aehrenthal this time.”
Silence followed her outburst, and if she had to describe it with one word it would be…delusional. Like they thought Saffi was delusional.
“Hallucinating halibut,” she whispered under her breath unconsciously, horrified at how she had let her mouth run off.
Four heads swung towards her.
Realizing what they had heard her say, Saffi turned deep red and bit her lip very hard so she wouldn’t say anything else accidentally.
For the first time in his life, Staffan was torn between enjoying the most painful erection in his life – and laughing out loud because of the sheer craziness of the things that came out of Saffi March’s lovely mouth.
Coughing, Staffan said, “Let’s get on, shall we?” He got to his feet, aware of how all their eyes devoured him. All he cared about was how Saffi was doing her best not to stare. It was an epic fail, though, since her eyes were wide, her face was incredibly expressive, and her lips were parted in shock.
Saffi couldn’t keep her gaze off Staffan as he walked towards them. Oh, oh, dear---every step he took was so sexy. He definitely deserved to be Sweden’s #1 Sex God. Wait – no – he deserved more. He should be the #1 Sex God in the whole wide---
“Choose one part of me to kiss.”
She gasped, stunned at his words, and even more stunned at the speed to which the other women responded. The woman next to her – Saffi would forever remember her as The Traitor, may she be roasted by the fires of fangirl hell for all eternity –immediately fell to her knees.
Saffi gnashed her teeth when The Traitor placed a lingering kiss on Staffan’s cock, which was large and straining.
Not to be outdone, the petite woman in a tank top and denim shorts standing farthest from Saffi shoved The Traitor away with her hips, tiptoeing to take Staffan’s lips for a kiss. Not a few seconds had passed when the third woman – in a red sleeveless dress and mules – grabbed the second woman by the hair, pulling her away so she can lick Staffan’s ear and bite it.
Staffan allowed a moment to pass by before firmly pushing away the woman trying to eat his ear.
Slowly, he let his gaze meet hers.
They realized one thing at the same time.
She was turned on.
The realization blew Staffan’s mind. He rasped out, “How about you---” He let his voice trail off, waiting for her to say her name so he could let her know that he remembered her.