Free Rock Me Two Times by Dawn Ryder

with the basics in miniature. Kate lifted the tiny Tabasco bottle, enjoying the fact that it was still made of glass. Beyond the kitchen was a full-size shower. The bathroom was across the hall and had a nice vanity with a marble top. If she hadn’t been able to feel the vibration from the road, she would have thought she was in a hotel room. A really nice one. Once they parked, there were sections that would slide out to make it feel very roomy.
    Farther back were the two bunks Syon had told her about. Each one had a privacy curtain, flat screen TV, and even an Xbox.
    There were also mirrored ceilings, and condoms discreetly stored by the pillow.
    She suppressed a giggle. Well, at least they weren’t shattering her fantasies of how rock stars lived.
    The back of the coach was a large office. It contained a full-size desk, computer, and printer all latched down. On all three sides of the office were cleverly designed windows with little half arches on the top to make it feel like an office building.
    Kate felt a slight shift as the caravan of coaches began to climb the mountainous stretch of highway in the middle of the state known as the Grapevine, the motor coaches taking surprisingly well to the steep incline of the road. They must have gotten crap for gas mileage though. Once they made it to the other side, the interstate became a straight shot up the state of California. The coach settled into a steady gait as the miles passed.
    And boredom set in.
    Kate tinkered with her tablet, browsing Toxsin’s website to discover where she was going. Oakland, Portland, and on to Seattle. She’d be a bold-faced liar if she didn’t admit that the European stops excited her.
    A phone buzzed in the kitchen, but she was too comfortable in the bunk, so she let it ring. It probably wasn’t for her anyway.
    A few moments later, another phone started buzzing in the bunk. She jumped and looked around for it. The inconspicuous wall mount held a phone so slim, she hadn’t seen it until she was lying down in the bunk.
    “Hello?”
    “What are you wearing?” Syon drawled on the other end of the line.
    She laughed. “What are you wearing, pretty ginger lady?” he rasped out again before she could answer. The space between them suddenly empowered her, because he was too far away to overwhelm her.
    “A silk corset and a short, flared skirt with a garter belt and hose.”
    “Hmmm…panties?” He sounded like he was smacking his lips.
    Danger…danger…
    The warning went unheeded. Syon was sucking her back into that vortex of insanity.
    “No panties, ’cause it’s an all-girl zone.”
    There was a groan on the other end of the line. “I guess I started it,” Syon came back at her after a long pause. “We’re stopping for fuel and grub, if you go for fast food.”
    “No thanks. I want to live past fifty.”
    “There’s fresh stuff in the fridge.” Syon stopped for a moment, and she got the feeling there was something else on his mind.
    “And?” she pressed.
    “There’s going to be a couple of the crew guys standing by the door. Fans can get a little crazy. The guys are there to protect you, but they’re packing heat, legally. So don’t flip out if you see a piece.”
    “Worried I might jump a Greyhound bus back to Los Angeles?” she asked.
    “Are you thinking you might regret it if you did?” Syon countered.
    Her mind froze for a moment, heat licking at her insides. His tone had dropped to that husky one he used when he was burying his head in her hair. A tingle went across her skin at just the memory.
    “Touché,” she muttered, feeling awkward.
    “We’ll roll into the Bay Area around ten. Want to go for a ride with me?”
    “Are you asking me on a date?” She toyed with a lock of her hair, feeling as breathless and awkward as a seventeen-year-old.
    “Are you surprised?”
    She clicked her tongue at him. “You keep answering questions with questions.”
    “You’re the one with a rule about dating rock