Working Stiff:Casimir (Runaway Billionaires #1)(165)

By: Blair Babylon


“You wanna suck my dick?” Tryp mumbled into the pillow.

“Not in the slightest.” She started for the door.

“Why not? What kind of a groupie are you?”

“I’m the pyrotechnics engineer, you jackass. Now go the fuck to sleep before I put a bomb in your bass drum tonight.”

“Promises, promises,” he muttered. “Where’s the show tomorrow, Elfie?”

“Moline, the Quad Cities.”

“And where are we now?”

“Kansas City.” He looked cold, lying on his belly on the bed like that, so Elfie flipped the other side of the comforter over him.

“I hate Kansas City. We always have to do a runner.”

“Yeah, runners suck.” Elfie edged toward the door and put her hand on the light switch.

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not going to fuck you, Tryp.”

“Just stay.” His face was half-buried in the pillow. “I’ll die and no one will know.”

“You’re just drunk. You’re not going to die.”

“I feel like I’m going to die.”

“Lay off the Jagermeister. That shit is poison.”

“Please stay.” His hand twitched on the sheet like he was reaching for her.

So Elfie sat in the chair and waited until Tryp’s breathing evened out and he went to sleep, his face mashed into the pillow, just like always, before she went and found her own hotel room to crash for a few hours while the rest of the crew struck the concert set back in Des Moines and drove the trucks to join them in Kansas City.