Daddy's RockStar Friends
My teenage fantasies want me. All four of them.
If I could just kiss all of them: my fantasy for Banshee, America’s top rock band and my daddy’s best friends. Ten years later and right out of business school, I have one week to clean the biggest PR mess a band has ever created. One week or I ruin my father’s firm.
Leather jackets, bare chests, cigarette smoke, the dejavu alone has my throat dry and panties wet. I am a mess! I tremble as Cole, Tobias, Jersey and Rory, stare through me with their steely looks. If intent counts, I’d be naked and spread on the same table where I lay my damage control plan.
They want me. All four of them.
I just can’t say no, when they put me in their hot tub. Wet, steamy, desire oozing from my body, I manage to stand as the rockstars close in, moments from making me the luckiest fan girl alive. They pass me gently, and I love each one. Love flows hard, like a waterfall. My father would freak out, but we’ve got to make this arrangement work.
I am the missing link to this band, and they are my teenage fantasy!
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