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AUBREY
The intercom by my apartment door buzzes as I sit down to watch a movie. I get up and press the
button to answer.
 Good evening, Miss Jenson. Zach Oliver is here to see you, Barney, my doorman, says.
My heart races in my chest. Zach is here? He didn t even call to tell me. To say I m shocked is
an understatement.  Send him up.
I dash over to a mirror to fluff my hair up a bit and reapply some lip-gloss. I finish the last
minute makeup touches as Zach knocks on the door. I fly over and yank it open.
A wide grin covers his face the moment he sees me. He looks amazing in his red t-shirt, faded
jeans and boots. I practically leap at him and throw my arms around his neck.
Strong arms wrap around my waist as he lifts me into the air.  God. I ve missed you.
The scent of him is amazing. It s like some sort of spicy soap.  I can t believe you re here! Why
didn t you tell me you were coming?
My toes touch the ground as he sets me down.  I wanted to surprise you.
I press my lips to his.  Well you succeeded. I ve never been more surprised in my life.
He laughs.  Then my mission is complete.
I grab him by the hand after he lets me go and reaches down for his bag.  How did you manage
this?
We sit down on the couch with me practically on his lap.  Lanie s been sick the last couple days
and is having a hard time helping her mom after surgery. We cancelled some tour dates so Noel could
fly to be with her, and I m taking full advantage of my time off.
I snuggle into his side.  I m glad you re here. I ve been practically starving since you ve been
gone.
He kisses the top of my head.  I know the feeling. I ve been sexually frustrated since I saw you
last.
I smack his arm playfully.  I meant food, but I ve been a little hungry in that department too.
Zach threads his fingers into my hair and tilts my head up until we re practically nose to nose.  I
think I can fix that on both accounts.
The firmness of his lips against mine is just as I remember. They re assured and know exactly
what they want and I find an odd comfort in that. My fingers wrap around the nape of his neck as I
hold him against me.
Our kisses deepen and Zach scoops me into his arms and carries me off into the bedroom where
I m sure one of my hungers is about to be thoroughly satisfied.
****
After being locked away in my apartment for nearly twenty-four hours, we decide it s time to
come up for air. The bar a couple blocks away from apartment hosts a variety of patrons. There are
the uptight suits along with the everyday working class heroes.
Zach leads me inside the dimly lit establishment by the hand. A long bar fills most of the space
and is the focal point of the room. People mill about with their drinks chatting amongst one another as
we pass by.
A couple women stare at Zach a little too long for my liking as we pass by them. I squeeze his
hand a little tighter as he stays oblivious to their attentions. Deep down I know I need to get used to
the idea of women lusting after my man. He is a famous rock star, after all, but it s so easy to forget
that when we spend most of our time alone in my tiny apartment.
Zach walks up to the counter and orders us a couple beers while I take in our surroundings. The
women that were checking Zach out earlier saunter over to us with their eyes focused on him. I might
as well be invisible.
The leggy brunette taps him on the shoulder.  You re Riff, right?
He gazes down at the two women and then turns his attention back to the bar.  Yeah, I am.
The short blonde nudges her friend to speak again.  Can we get your autograph?
 Sure, he says without looking at them.  Do you have a pen?
The blonde shakes her head.  Not on us. We were hoping you d take us to your room so we can
show you a little double fan appreciation.
 Ew, I say out loud and the girls whip their heads in my direction and nearly shoot daggers at
me with their eyes.
Zach turns and rolls his eyes.  I don t think so.
The dark-haired girl whines,  What a letdown. I thought you slept with your fans. You re famous
for handing out fuck tickets.
 Things change. I won t be doing that shit anymore. He glances at me and smiles.  I m a one
woman man kind of guy now.
 Ugh. Come on, Trixie. We ll find another rich playmate for the night, Blondie says to her
friend before linking their arms and sauntering off in their epically short skirts.
Zach hands me my beer.  Sorry about that. Sleeping around is kind of my trademark.
I sigh.  I know. It s why I originally agreed to our first night together, remember.
He nods.  Ah, that s right. I was supposed to be your last hoorah before you were going to settle
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