The Handler (Noir et Bleu Motorcycle Club #2) by D. R. Graham Page A
Authors: D. R. Graham
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creepy guy leaning over me taking a picture that looked like he was fondling my boobs.”
“You should have woke me. I would have stayed up so you could sleep.”
She laughed. “You were a nervous wreck.”
“Oh, yeah, right.” I laughed.
The plane parked at the gate, and the flight attendant moved to unlatch the door. Lincoln bent over to pack her book and earphones into her carry-on bag. When she sat up, she flipped her hair back over her shoulders and smiled at me. “Ready?”
I couldn’t blame the alcohol, since I wasn’t even buzzed anymore, but for some reason I blurted out, “God, you’re beautiful.”
Her grin stretched even wider, and she raised her left eyebrow. “It’s official. Unlike everyone else I know, you are a happy drunk.”
“Shit. I didn’t mean that. I mean, you are beautiful, but I didn’t mean to say it out loud. And I’m not drunk.” Avoiding the amused look on her face, I put the hat and sunglasses on before I followed her off the plane. It took forever to get through customs, and it seemed like it was because the guards wanted an excuse to go through Lincoln’s things. Two of the guys on her sound crew had some drug issues on their record, so Hal was working to get it all straightened out. Eventually, they let us through.
There were four tour buses waiting outside. Assistants took my bag while Hal gave me an international phone and the tour itinerary. “You’ll be hanging out and sleeping on Lincoln’s bus. The rest of the crew will be on the other buses.”
“Uh, Hal. I would rather stay on your bus.”
“It’s full.”
“So, switch me with someone, or let me ride with Tim or the roadies.”
“I need you on the same bus as Lincoln. It’s when she has down time that she gets all worked up.” He patted me on the back. “Take a look inside. It’s basically a two-bedroom apartment in there.” He walked away and boarded the second bus.
I stared at the bus Lincoln had boarded. I reminded myself that, if I fucked anything up, I wouldn’t get paid. Then I took a deep breath and boarded.
Chapter Nine
Hal wasn’t kidding when he said the bus was like an apartment inside, except for the fact that I could stretch my arms out and almost touch both the leather couch along the right side and the granite kitchen counter on the left at the same time. The floor was actual hardwood, the flat screen TV was high-end, and the stereo system was decent. Next to the bathroom, where Lincoln was showering, was a bedroom I assumed was mine. It was only wide enough to fit the single bed lengthwise, but there was a window. The other bedroom at the back was the full width of the bus. Lincoln’s clothes were strewn on the bed.
The movement of the bus combined with the jetlag and compact quarters made me feel woozy. I had to hold on to the wall to keep my balance. Lincoln stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair. She had on only a bra and underwear. “Hey. What do you think of your temporary home?”
“Uh, it’s nice. You want to put some clothes on?”
“Why? Don’t you think I’m beautiful anymore?” she teased and struck a few poses like a model.
“You’re hilarious.” I sat on the couch. She bounced over and plopped down on the couch next to me. She seemed completely comfortable in her state of undress, and she also seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. I read through the paperwork Hal gave me to avoid looking at her. Traveling on the same bus was a very bad idea.
“Are you excited about seeing me perform tonight?”
“It says here the first show is tomorrow night.”
“We flew for fourteen hours. It is tomorrow night because of the time change. Prepare yourself. We’re going to be up late.”
I groaned.
“What’s wrong?” She shoved my shoulder. “Didn’t you nap enough on the plane, old man?”
“How do you perform right after flying for that long?”
“Lots of Red Bull.” She popped the tab on a can of Red Bull and put her feet on the coffee
“You should have woke me. I would have stayed up so you could sleep.”
She laughed. “You were a nervous wreck.”
“Oh, yeah, right.” I laughed.
The plane parked at the gate, and the flight attendant moved to unlatch the door. Lincoln bent over to pack her book and earphones into her carry-on bag. When she sat up, she flipped her hair back over her shoulders and smiled at me. “Ready?”
I couldn’t blame the alcohol, since I wasn’t even buzzed anymore, but for some reason I blurted out, “God, you’re beautiful.”
Her grin stretched even wider, and she raised her left eyebrow. “It’s official. Unlike everyone else I know, you are a happy drunk.”
“Shit. I didn’t mean that. I mean, you are beautiful, but I didn’t mean to say it out loud. And I’m not drunk.” Avoiding the amused look on her face, I put the hat and sunglasses on before I followed her off the plane. It took forever to get through customs, and it seemed like it was because the guards wanted an excuse to go through Lincoln’s things. Two of the guys on her sound crew had some drug issues on their record, so Hal was working to get it all straightened out. Eventually, they let us through.
There were four tour buses waiting outside. Assistants took my bag while Hal gave me an international phone and the tour itinerary. “You’ll be hanging out and sleeping on Lincoln’s bus. The rest of the crew will be on the other buses.”
“Uh, Hal. I would rather stay on your bus.”
“It’s full.”
“So, switch me with someone, or let me ride with Tim or the roadies.”
“I need you on the same bus as Lincoln. It’s when she has down time that she gets all worked up.” He patted me on the back. “Take a look inside. It’s basically a two-bedroom apartment in there.” He walked away and boarded the second bus.
I stared at the bus Lincoln had boarded. I reminded myself that, if I fucked anything up, I wouldn’t get paid. Then I took a deep breath and boarded.
Chapter Nine
Hal wasn’t kidding when he said the bus was like an apartment inside, except for the fact that I could stretch my arms out and almost touch both the leather couch along the right side and the granite kitchen counter on the left at the same time. The floor was actual hardwood, the flat screen TV was high-end, and the stereo system was decent. Next to the bathroom, where Lincoln was showering, was a bedroom I assumed was mine. It was only wide enough to fit the single bed lengthwise, but there was a window. The other bedroom at the back was the full width of the bus. Lincoln’s clothes were strewn on the bed.
The movement of the bus combined with the jetlag and compact quarters made me feel woozy. I had to hold on to the wall to keep my balance. Lincoln stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair. She had on only a bra and underwear. “Hey. What do you think of your temporary home?”
“Uh, it’s nice. You want to put some clothes on?”
“Why? Don’t you think I’m beautiful anymore?” she teased and struck a few poses like a model.
“You’re hilarious.” I sat on the couch. She bounced over and plopped down on the couch next to me. She seemed completely comfortable in her state of undress, and she also seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. I read through the paperwork Hal gave me to avoid looking at her. Traveling on the same bus was a very bad idea.
“Are you excited about seeing me perform tonight?”
“It says here the first show is tomorrow night.”
“We flew for fourteen hours. It is tomorrow night because of the time change. Prepare yourself. We’re going to be up late.”
I groaned.
“What’s wrong?” She shoved my shoulder. “Didn’t you nap enough on the plane, old man?”
“How do you perform right after flying for that long?”
“Lots of Red Bull.” She popped the tab on a can of Red Bull and put her feet on the coffee
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