requirements for the visiting executives.
Once the men started plugging in cables, talking about bandwidth and racks and some new game that had just been released, Audra escaped back to Maxima. One robot replaced another as she set off the one that mopped, listening out for the rotor blades of Jay's returning helicopter. Who would he bring? Other celebrities? Or the rest of the band, perhaps?
What if he brought the guitarist girl he wanted to win?
He'd rejected romance books and rubbished any suggestions she'd made, so Audra doubted the relationship between the two would change unless he did.
Though if he had a little help...
She contacted Catering and asked for a honeymoon supper package, delivered cold to the villa to be prepared at the right moment. Audra stuck the champagne in the fridge, alongside the tray of chocolate fondue, complete with instructions on how to heat the chocolate. The strawberries looked so perfect, Audra felt hard-pressed not to steal one, but she wasn't the one Jay would be romancing, so she closed the door firmly on temptation.
She took the rose petal bath mixture and massage oil to the bathroom, then changed her mind and left the oil in the master bedroom instead, adding it to the innocuous-looking, heart-shaped box of condoms and flavoured lubes.
Audra finished the romantic atmosphere with the addition of mood lighting – every battery-operated tealight she could gather, lined up along the edge of the spa, the flat surfaces in the bedroom and even on the lounge room coffee table. Pleased at her handiwork, she resolved to return at sunset to turn the little lights on.
For a moment, she wished a man would romance her half as well as she was helping Jay do for his mysterious woman. Audra hoped the girl appreciated it as much as she would.
TWENTY
As the afternoon sun turned its slanting rays into his eyes, Jason peered at the menu, trying to decide if he needed to eat something else with his next mango beer. His lunchtime steak sandwich had been a long time and several beers ago, but it wasn't really time for dinner yet. Besides, he didn't want to stay for dinner. He was hungry for something far hotter and tastier than food.
He'd narrowed his harem down to four girls, after some had deserted him to go to the beach or other tourist shit. Three blondes and one brunette, though he was pretty sure they were all natural brunettes. Not that he cared about their hair.
One of them seemed to be reading his mind, because she met his gaze and then slowly, deliberately, started sucking on her empty beer bottle. He felt his shorts grow tight as half the bottle vanished into her mouth.
Another girl's hand landed on his thigh, so close to his hard-on, he was certain she could feel the heat of it. "You're a big boy, Jay," she whispered. "Would you like some help taming that beast tonight?"
Jason flashed his best rock star smile. No girl could tame him, but he'd have a lot of fun letting her try.
"So is it true? Chaya's breaking up and it really is their last tour?"
Irritated, he glared at the girl who'd spoken, but she didn't seem to notice his displeasure.
The bottle came out of blowjob girl's mouth with an audible pop. "What? You're retiring? But we all love your music so much. You can't quit!"
"Don't you love your fans, Jay?" The hand on his thigh abruptly pulled away.
"Why do you want to retire?"
Fuck. He didn't want to retire. He wanted to be a rock star until the day he died, and enjoy good booze and good company every day of his life. Rock stars didn't talk about their fucking feelings to chicks; they just wanted to fuck to forget they had any feelings other than physical ones.
After a day of drinking himself into a state where he could forget about his impending retirement, now these bitches had brought his despair back with a vengeance. Well, fuck them. Or not. He wouldn't, anyway. They could go screw some of their backpacker buddies. Any desire he'd felt for these girls had