Hand In Glove

By Maria Bernard

Hand in Glove - A Stick Shift Lips Rockstar Romance, Book One

Ashton Wright is the quintessential artist with a tortured past. Singer-songwriter and entrancing frontman for the legendary indie band the Stick Shift Lips, he is the epitome of a rock star. He's gorgeous, talented and his fans love him. The trouble is, his sordid past continues to haunt him to the point where he's become reclusive and withdrawn. He no longer seeks the limelight and the self-destructive guilt that he carries within himself is making him question whether or not he wants to leave the band for good. Out of sheer loneliness and despair, he takes out an ad for a personal assistant.

The last thing Ashton expected was to find love and redemption in the form of Chloe Martin, a timid and shy art school graduate, stuck in a directionless dead end job. When in a twist of fate, Chloe discovers Ashton's ad in a local cafe and he instantly offers her the position, they find themselves at a crossroad.

Dare she take the job and risk losing her heart to the haunted singer? Is she the answer to his salvation? Will she be able to adapt to the provocative lifestyle of a real life rock star and his equally challenging bandmates?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maria Bernard
• Release date: Jan 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9780973147452

Maria Bernard

Maria Bernard is a Canadian author, residing in the Greater Toronto Area with her music-obsessed husband, and her adopted cat, Rex. Maria eats, sleeps and dreams with romance in mind. One day the idea to share the many stories and scenarios that swirl in her imagination became a reality. Her stories are heavy on the romance with a healthy dose of steam. Maria’s characters are creative, strong-willed, artistic individuals, unafraid to show their vulnerable sides. Hand in Glove is her first published full-length novel in the Stick Shift Lips Series. She has since written and published thirteen books and is currently working on a few upcoming projects. Besides writing, Maria enjoys listening to music and playing guitar with her husband. She also loves drawing, painting, and travelling.

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Chapter 1

It was Friday night and Chloe Martin looked forward to a quiet evening alone. The college students at the dorm where she worked usually cleared out of the old house, making their way into the local bars and pubs to check out the bands and drink away the weekends. Chloe remembered how exciting it all was when she and her friends first started out. Now nearly five years later, one college bar looked like any other and the bands all started to sound the same.

Chloe’s plan was to spend the evening immersed in some pastel portraits of her family that she had promised herself she would finish. Her job at the dorm kept her pretty busy. All the grocery shopping and other household duties had her spinning around like crazy. Working on her art always seemed to take a back seat.

With a deep breath, Chloe laid out the half finished sketches on her tiny cluttered desk. Taking a step back, she wondered if she’d ever make something of herself in the real world. She had such a tough time figuring how to develop a viable career out of her Fine Arts education. For now, though, at least, she had her job at the dorm. Even though it wasn’t what she wanted to be doing after graduation, it provided her with a place to live until she could find something else.

Just another couple of hours would be all she would need to finish them. She sat down and started to add some highlights to her brother’s hair when all of a sudden there came a giddy laugh from the hall and in walked Jill, a fourth-year student who Chloe had come to regard as more of a friend than just another resident at the house.

Hey, Chloe, what are you up to tonight? she asked, scooting up on the bed.

Hi, Jill. Chloe greeted her with a knowing grin. So much for her plan to stay in. Well, I thought I’d take it easy and work on some sketches.

Well, that’s no fun. Jill sighed and pouted. Hey, why don’t you come out with me and my friends? There’s this great band playing at Joe’s, the Stick Shift Lips.

Really, another band? Chloe asked wearily. I think I’ve seen enough bands lately. Remember last weekend? Those guys were a joke, she said with a frown. I don’t know. I think I’d rather stay in and draw tonight. Thanks for asking.

Jill sighed and rolled her eyes in frustration. But this band is so amazing! I promise you’ll love them. They’re really hot too, especially the bass player, she said, hugging Chloe’s pillow like it was her beloved rockstar. Oh, come on. It’ll be a good time and you need a break from this place, she insisted. I won’t take no for an answer. Besides, it’s ladies night.

Dropping the chalk down on the desk, Chloe resigned herself. All right, but just for a little while.

Chapter 2

As they arrived at Joe’s, the music vibrated throughout. Deafening guitars and blood-curdling vocals engulfed Chloe’s ears as she squeezed her way through the crowd to a standing room only section of the dark bar. Jill and her friends looked awestruck. I guess these are the Stick Shift Lips? Chloe asked, yelling into Jill’s ear.

Not quite impressed yet, she wondered how she was going to make it through the next few hours. Jill, on the other hand, grinned wildly and started bopping away, oblivious to Chloe’s sarcastic tone.

Trying to make the most of the situation, Chloe turned to watch the band. They were obviously into their instruments. All of them, drummer, bass player, lead guitarist, all dedicatedly absorbed into their individual task of bringing about their collective sound into this crazy loud symphony, the singer topping off the experience with his excruciatingly beautiful voice. Grudgingly, she had to admit they were impressive.

Even still, Chloe refused to get sucked into the frenzy she witnessed all around her, the gyrating girls and fist pumping jocks. Did they even hear the music? This crowd probably would have been just as enthusiastic about any other band since the alcohol appeared to be free flowing that evening. Never mind them. She’d been just like them a couple of years ago. Somewhat embarrassed for the unsophisticated crowd and her earlier self, she shook it off and concentrated on the band instead. The loud ear-splitting song finally came to an abrupt and welcome end. The crowd roared.

Then, of course, came the mandatory intro. This time, it was the bassist’s turn. Hey, everyone, we are the Stick Shift Lips. The audience went wild. I’m Nick Arrow on bass, Jamie Gale on drums, Chris Arrow on the guitar and last but not least, our very own Ashton Wright on vocals. Another ear-curdling response ripped from the fans. Of course, they were all handsome and perfectly disheveled. Not in that macho way and not in a perfectly packaged manner, but fine specimen of young rockstars, they were. Chloe couldn’t help but appreciate their presence.

Nick and Chris were both tall with shoulder length dark hair. They were obviously brothers, both equally handsome. Nick smiled more, jumped around a lot on stage, flirting with the girls while Chris seemed to concentrate more on his guitar. Jamie, the drummer, had a wild and wavy sandy blond mane that matched his unhinged stage persona. Finally, with her eyes resting on Ashton, she noticed his shoulder-length platinum hair, his flawless fair skin. He was the tallest of the three, painfully thin for his height. His eyes met the audience with such fierceness that if not for the crowd and context of the situation, would frighten her.

Chloe felt goosebumps on her arms as he proceeded to attack the stage, challenging the audience as the next song emerged from his throat. He reminded her of a mad conductor with the way he moved his arms, possessing the audience. He was hypnotic and sexy to a fault. He was quite possibly the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. As much as she wanted to dislike his stage presence, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Chloe jumped when she felt an elbow in her ribs. Caught off guard, she blushed at Jill’s mocking grin. They both giggled and Chloe felt the blood rush to her face. She’d obviously been caught gawking.

Eventually, that song ended and after a brief welcome pause, a quieter softer sound emerged.

Ah, yes, the mandatory ballad. First came the gentle guitar and then… the voice like nothing she’d heard before. Like satin, it filled the room, timidly at first then deep and painfully beautiful. The lyrics were raw and intimately unafraid. The singer clasped the microphone in both hands and stood perfectly still as the lyrics rolled off his tongue.

Ashton’s eyes strayed around the stage and slowly searched the audience for a trace of empathy. He surveyed the crowd hoping for some acknowledgment of the hours of agonizing soul-searching that went into each word of this song. They weren’t listening, not really. Sure, he was glad they were there, even if mindless noise was all that they were after. With fierce determination, he delved further into his soul, needing to feel that connection he once felt, but lost so long ago.

Chloe stood up on the tips of her toes to get a better look at him, but the tall throngs of people in front of her kept closing in. It was frustrating. Just another reason why she’d rather stay home. What was a short girl to do?

As luck would have it, though, there came a gap and then another as she took tentative steps through the forest of people, his sultry voice drawing her closer.

Finally, she was right up front. Wow, she could literally reach out and touch him. Inwardly, she laughed at herself. Somehow it had become a challenge to get as close to him as possible. Usually in these situations, she’d be content to watch from the back of the club but tonight was different. He was different. At that moment, all others disappeared and only the ethereal singer and she remained. She heard every beautiful word, the sadness in his voice permeating her soul. It was a song of love unfulfilled. The kind of love lost to impatience and neglect. It was heavy with disappointment and loss. His eyes searched the room as if looking for that lost love. His long slender fingers tenderly held the microphone. He was ever so still. Slowly, his blue eyes came to rest on hers. For a moment, they lingered there. She felt his gaze meet hers and her breath caught in her throat.

At that very moment, Chloe felt the single tear welling up in her eye, threatening to roll down her cheek. She tried to catch it but it was too late. There it was, and then another. Embarrassed, she quickly brushed the tears away in an attempt to regain her composure. She looked downward, hoping no one had noticed her emotional reaction. Slowly, she looked around. All clear but as she looked back at the singer, she realized Ashton had not looked away. He continued watching her from behind the microphone just a second longer and then slowly turned away.

Had he noticed her tears? Chloe felt embarrassed at her over-the-top emotional response to the song. Quickly, she turned and made her way back toward Jill. Hey, I think I’m going to head back home now.

Jill wasn’t surprised. Not your scene, is it?

No, I guess not. I’ll see you back at the house, Chloe said as she bolted for the door. She didn’t dare look back, in case she be compelled to stay. She didn’t see Ashton follow her out with his eyes as he finished his song, inwardly hoping that she would have stayed.

Chloe arrived back at the dorm and went straight to her room. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, the whole time thinking about him and how his lyrics had touched her so deeply. He had seemed so genuinely sad and lonely. But how could that be possible in such a crowded space, or was he just a great performer, or better yet, had she simply lost it?

An overwhelming sense of restlessness came over her as she rested in bed thinking about her life. Suddenly this wasn’t enough anymore. She would love nothing more than to get out of the college dorm nanny gig. But how and where would she start? She wished she could make a living from her art but that took years of starving it seemed. Chloe loved food too much to go that way. As these thoughts swirled around in her mind, she drifted off to sleep. She dreamed of Ashton that night and his beautiful face.

Chapter 3

Saturday morning, Chloe awoke from her restless sleep. She brushed her wavy golden hair, letting it hang loose around her shoulders. She applied just enough makeup to highlight her green eyes. She put on her favorite jeans, a warm sweater and topped it all off with her brown corduroy jacket and went out for her Saturday morning ritual, breakfast and a good cup of coffee at the Look Around Cafe.

It was late September. The colors were already out but that also meant it was getting colder. Chloe inwardly dreaded the thought of spending another long winter working at the college dorm. She felt stuck at a dead-end. This wasn’t really what she wanted to do with her life, looking after college students. But with no alternative, for now, it would have to do. Still, she was restless, in need of a change. Thankfully, it was the weekend. It was her day off and she was going to enjoy her time away from the dorm and all its distractions.

As Chloe walked, she noticed the color of the sky. It was blue like the eyes of the singer last night. She smiled to herself. A part of her felt silly for thinking about him so much. Surely, it was just a little fantasy to keep her company on her walk this morning.

Arriving at the coffee shop, she approached the counter and ordered a breakfast bagel and a latte. The server motioned for her to have a seat. With a polite nod, Chloe walked over to a small table with two chairs and rested her jacket on one of them. Before sitting down, she remembered that there was a little bulletin board in the back of the cafe that usually had some business cards and the occasional job posting on it. Since she was in the market, she thought to have a look.

Unfortunately, she found nothing too interesting, just a retail position and couple of rooms for rent. She had just about given up when she noticed a posting off to the side obscured by a larger ad for a sale of some sort. She lifted the sale ad and read the curious posting. It was a request for a personal assistant.

Well, now that peaked her interest. She went on to read that the position offered competitive income as well as free room and board in exchange for various household duties. One specific request being that the person should be an excellent cook with an emphasis on healthy nutrition. Interesting, she thought. She was good at all those things. In fact, it sounded a lot like what she was already doing except that it would be somewhere else and for just one person instead of a group of college kids. Maybe this was a good option. It was safe, familiar with just enough promise of change.

She searched through her purse for a pen and paper to take down the phone number. Not finding either, she hesitantly reached out and grabbed the sheet of paper and started to tuck it away when she heard a masculine voice from behind her.

Um, hello?

She turned with a start to see a strangely familiar face, a strikingly handsome familiar face. Then the realization struck her. Standing directly in front of her was the one and only Ashton Wright, singer for the Stick Shift Lips. He was blatantly staring at her, studying her face in great detail.

Mortified, she wondered if he recognized her. She hoped not, still embarrassed for having cried like a love-struck fan.

He was casually dressed in faded jeans and a gray long sleeved t-shirt. His platinum hair was pleasantly disheveled and his devastating blue eyes were staring straight into hers.

Hi? It was all she managed. It sounded more like a question.

He glanced at the folded flyer in her hand. I hope you’re not just going to use that as scrap?

Confused, she unfolded the paper and looked at him for a clue as to his interest in her plans for it. No, actually, I was going to call the number about the position.

He smiled curiously and asked, So what, you think it’s fair to just take it down, denying others the chance to call?

Chloe blushed. At least, he hadn’t recognized her. No, that’s not it. I didn’t have a pen so I thought…

He quirked an eyebrow. Leaning casually against the wall, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Uh huh, you thought you’d just take it for yourself, he said with a knowing grin.

Clearly, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, even more so, up close. I’m sorry. Do you want to read it? She held the paper out to him. She was getting a little annoyed with him. As handsome as he was, she didn’t owe him any further explanation.

Interesting, he said, looking from her to the piece of paper in her hand.

What’s interesting? Chloe asked with a frown.

He smiled sympathetically at her. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that I only moments ago put up this posting.

Chloe was even more confused. How hadn’t she noticed him before now? This is your job request? If he’d just put it up, then why was it hidden underneath the other ad?

Yes, I’m afraid it is, he said, raising an eyebrow. In truth, he’d halfheartedly put the ad up on that board. He hadn’t expected to follow through with it but finding this particular girl holding it in her hand, well, that changed everything. Are you still interested? he asked with a crooked smile. Perhaps we could set up an interview. Enjoying himself at her wide-eyed reaction, he added, What about right now?

Um… I don’t know. She looked at him warily. Really? This wasn’t what she had in mind. The situation was all a bit strange. She wasn’t sure what to think.

Well, why not? You’re obviously interested or you wouldn’t have taken the posting. Is it me? he asked, leaning over in a mockingly menacing manner. Do I scare you?

In fact, he was a little scary, in an inexplicable way. Intimidating would be a better description.

No, that’s not it, you just caught me off guard, she said, shuffling nervously under his steady gaze. Are you serious… about the interview?

Very much so. He smiled at her. Why don’t we sit down?

Well, okay, I have a table over here. She led him over to where the server had just placed her bagel and latte. He sat in the chair across from her at the small table. Aren’t you having anything?

No, I’m good. You go ahead and enjoy your breakfast. he said, casually leaning back in his chair. I’ll just tell you about the position while you eat.

Feeling somewhat self-conscious, Chloe hesitated but agreed. Okay, well, I am hungry so please, tell me all about it.

All right, I’ll start by introducing myself. My name is Ashton Wright. I’m a singer-songwriter. You may have heard of my band, the Stick Shift Lips?

She nodded, again relieved that he hadn’t recognized her from last night. Oddly, another part of her was disappointed at the thought.

Well, I spend a lot of my time in my head. I get lost in there sometimes. Hours, even days go by and I don’t realize it until it’s too late that I haven’t eaten anything. I end up neglecting my health. I hate doing that. It can get out of hand sometimes. It can get really scary around the house. So, it was suggested to me that I hire someone to help me with those types of things, especially with the food part. I don’t want to end up eating junk all the time because that’s what I end up doing or eating nothing at all. Do you see what I’m getting at? He searched her eyes with a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

Wow, he really put it all out there, Chloe thought to herself.

Yeah, it sounds simple and complicated at the same time, she answered with a cheeky smile. He appeared somewhat confused at her response. What I mean to say is that the job seems simple enough but it also sounds like you want to hire someone to nag you.

He sat back looking baffled. Yes, I guess you’re right. I wasn’t looking at it the right way. I should just get myself a wife! He laughed. Hey, are you up for it? he asked with a crooked smile, leaning forward, resting his elbow on the table, his handsome chin in his hand. Although, I guess you should tell me your name first.

Chloe’s mouth dropped open. Wow, a job interview and a marriage proposal all at once! she shot back as they both laughed nervously.

Despite their mutual amusement, she couldn’t help but notice a hint sadness behind his laughing eyes as he stared off into the distance. Then things got a little uncomfortably quiet for a moment.

In the attempt to bring him back to the present, she introduced herself. Okay, my turn. My name is Chloe Martin. I presently have a similar position, only it’s at a college dorm. Basically, I do the grocery shopping and make sure the students have what they need. Things like milk, bread, toiletries and I try to keep the place as neat as I can, she said, raising an eyebrow.

So then why are looking for another job, essentially doing the same thing? he asked as he watched her.

I actually really enjoy doing my job. It’s kind of second nature to me. Especially the nutrition aspect of it because personally I love to eat healthily and almost never skip meals. I love to cook and well, let’s just say that most of the time, the students prefer fast food over home-cooked meals. It would be great to cook for someone who actually appreciated it. And I guess I’m getting tired of college life. It’s just not where I need to be right now. I don’t have a lot of privacy and I was hoping to have a little more space. I would love to spend more time drawing and painting but it’s nearly impossible right now.

Oh, you’re an artist, he said with a smile. This could be interesting. So how much space would you need? Ashton asked warily.

Not that much, just a nice quiet room. The room I have now is barely big enough for my bed and I get a lot of interruptions, she said with a frustrated sigh.

Yeah, that would be annoying, he said sympathetically. So, Chloe, do you think you would be comfortable working for me? I would definitely need you to prepare meals for me, keep me from fading away, laundry, general housekeeping duties among other things, he explained with his hand under his handsome face.

Well, I think so. I mean, I don’t really know you. She hesitated. You do look like you could use a proper meal or two, she said jokingly. Truthfully, though, as interesting as the job sounded, Chloe felt nervous about the reality of trust and things of that nature. After all, he was just a stranger to her. I must admit, though, it’s a big step out of my comfort zone. I mean we’d be living together and I barely know you. She paused and frowned a little. How would we do this?

Observing her sudden shyness, Ashton became strangely protective. He felt an overwhelming need to reassure her that he was for real. It’s a big step for me too. Hey, why don’t you think it about for a while? No pressure. If you’re up for it, you could come over to the house, we’ll get to know each other a little better and I’ll show you around. I assure you that this is legit. If you decide to accept the job, we can work out the details from there. Okay? he said, smiling sweetly.

Well, okay, that sounds fair and I’m sure you’ll want a reference or two from me?

If it makes you feel better. He shrugged, unbothered. Although, I’m sure you’re just what I’m looking for. I’m a really good judge of character.

Quite confident too, she added.

He smiled smugly. Anyway, you have the particulars there in the flyer. Give me a shout later and let me know one way or another. I need to know whether or not I have to put up another posting on the board. Don’t leave me hanging, Chloe. He stood up and with a wink, excused himself.

Chloe sat there for a long while, stunned at what just happened. Had she imagined it? Was he for real? How crazy would she have to be to seriously consider taking this job? Ashton Wright’s personal assistant? As appealing as it sounded, what did she know about rockstars and their personal needs?

At least, he hadn’t recognized her from the club last night, especially after her crying fit.

She stared at the sheet of paper once again. There was a phone number but no address. She folded it into her pocket. She’d hold on to it as a joke to show the girls back at the house. They’d have a laugh. Imagine, Ashton Wright of the Stick Shift Lips offering her a job as his personal assistant.

Chapter 4

On the short walk back from the coffee shop, Chloe couldn’t help but play with the idea of taking the job. It would be nice to move out of the college dorm and get away from all those students and their hormones. What if the pay was better? He hadn’t mentioned that detail.

He did look as though he needed a good meal. He was very thin for his height. One thing Chloe loved besides drawing was cooking. It would be nice to have the opportunity to prepare meals for someone who might actually appreciate proper food. He did seem genuine and then there was that sense of sadness about him. Everyone needed a little help now and then, she thought, even rockstars.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. The more she walked, the more she thought about him. By the time she reached the dorm she’d almost considered calling him. As soon as she stepped through the door, Chloe was greeted by the same old mess she’d cleaned up one too many times, the careless disregard for public space, beer bottles, pizza boxes, etc.

Resigned to her task, she started cleaning up one thing at a time until the front room was clear. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was almost noon and no one was even up yet. She could hear the snoring upstairs. Feeling a draft, she hugged her arms as she walked through the long hallway of the rickety old house into her room. Chloe sat on the edge of her twin size bed, suddenly feeling very claustrophobic. The tiny window never allowed enough light in. She walked over to the shared bathroom to freshen up. Sure enough, there was the usual mess she had gotten used to. Today it was just too much, the last straw.

The very next moment, she found herself calling the number on the folded piece of paper. The phone rang once, twice, he probably wasn’t home but then on the third ring there was a Hello? Chloe almost hung up.

Despite being nervous she managed to find her voice. Hello, Ashton?

Speaking… Chloe? He could hardly hear her. Is that you?

Yes… so, what would you say to a second interview? She held her breath, waiting, almost expecting him to have changed his mind. Only now she was desperate to get out of her situation.

Wow, that would be great. I’m actually free this afternoon. Why don’t you come by and I’ll show you around the house? We can talk more about the details?

This afternoon? Sure, I guess so. Oh, but I don’t have your address. Chloe was all of a sudden hesitant, but it was too late to back out. After all, she had called him.

I can pick you up if you like or would you prefer to drive over here?

Oh well, I don’t have a car but I can make my own way over there. She didn’t feel comfortable with being picked up at the house. She didn’t want to deal with any questions.

Okay. Actually, I’m not far from the coffee shop. I’m at 143 Pine St. It’s the house on the corner. When can I expect you?

Is two o’clock okay? she asked, checking the time.

Sure that would be great, he answered.

Perfect! I’ll see you at two o’clock. She hung up the phone before she could change her mind. She was going to have to leave soon. It was now a quarter past one. She would have to rush. Quickly, she changed out of her casual clothes and into a pair of black dress pants and a white blouse. She touched up her lip-gloss, grabbed her jacket and purse and out the door she went before anyone had a chance to ask any questions.

Chapter 5

It wasn’t far to walk but far enough for hesitation to kick in. Chloe started getting nervous again. What was she thinking? Who was this guy? He could be a psychopath for all she knew. And here she was falling right into his trap. This was going against all the rules. He was a stranger and she was going to his house alone after only just having met him.

Strangely enough, despite her better judgment, she found herself approaching 143 Pine, a classic downtown detached Victorian home with a large wraparound porch lined with weather worn wicker chairs and an old-fashioned swing. Hesitantly, she started on the short path to the front door. Would she dare knock? She was so nervous that she felt like she was going to be sick.

Taking a deep breath, she reached out, pulled on the antique knocker and waited. This was her last chance to bolt, but her legs refused to move. It was an agonizing few minutes. Then the door finally opened.

There he was, looking just as devastatingly handsome as she remembered. She must have appeared as nervous as she felt. He smiled tentatively and motioned for her to enter.

Come in, please. I promise I won’t bite. Ashton could tell she was scared and he understood. After all, he was but a stranger to her and she was so very small next to his six-foot-two height. "How tall are you, anyway?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood. She couldn’t be more than five-foot-nothing.

Tall enough, she said with a shy smile as she entered. She cautiously walked around him as he closed the door behind them. She startled a little at the finality of the sound. This was it. She was now at his mercy.

Her heart raced as she felt her nervousness swell up. She bit her lip to bring herself back down to earth. She concentrated on looking around. The front room was large with hardwood floors. It was open to the kitchen. There was a dark brown leather sofa, and an armchair facing the fireplace. There were a few guitars on stands leaving no question that a musician definitely lived here.

Can I get you a drink first? Ashton offered, feeling awkward, and strangely unprepared.

Yes, I’ll have a glass of water, please, Chloe said, feeling thirsty all of a sudden. This is a really nice house. Have you lived here long? It was surprisingly neat and tidy. She was expecting a little more disarray from his conversation earlier.

Thanks, I like it. It’s going on two years now, he said, returning from the kitchen. He handed her the glass of water. She accepted it gratefully. Let me show you around. He led her through the rooms. This is the living room, the kitchen. Behind the kitchen would be your room.

He opened the door to a large room with a window across the top half of one wall. It was empty except for a few boxes. Across the hall was a bathroom with a small shower. At the other end of the small hallway was a mudroom leading into the backyard.

Chloe couldn’t help but feel hesitant. The bedroom was big but empty. She found it hard to picture herself living there. In truth, she was still nervous about living alone with him. Ashton Wright, local rockstar. What could she expect? She imagined loud parties, alcohol, lots of people dropping by unannounced, women coming and going, and who knows what else.

Do you think your furniture would fit in here? he asked. I was thinking, you could use the mudroom as an art studio.

She stared wide-eyed at him, confused. She had assumed he would want to ask her some more questions, that they would spend the afternoon getting to know each other better, but obviously, he had given her the job already. Really? Are you sure? You don’t even know if I’m the right person for the job yet, she said, shuffling nervously under his expectant gaze.

He stood there a long moment, staring down at her, looking very serious. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he lowered his face to meet her eyes and said, I am absolutely sure, Chloe. You are exactly the right person for this job.

She flinched at his forwardness but calmed herself long enough to realize that he meant her no harm. Actually, I don’t have any furniture, just my clothes, and art supplies. I guess I’ll have to buy some, she said, no longer resisting the idea of moving in.

He smiled, realizing she had finally accepted her fate. He hesitantly let his hands drop from her shoulders and turned back toward the kitchen. I guess we’ll go shopping then. You should take a look around the kitchen and make a list of the stuff you’ll need. I’m afraid I don’t have much in the way of food preparation. He circled the table and pulled out a chair for her. First sit, and let’s discuss the details.

Oh, okay. They sat in the kitchen and she waited for him to start. He took his time, staring off for a long while. Can we go over the job description again? Chloe suggested, hoping to break the uncomfortable silence.

He sat pensive for a few moments and then nodded. Like I said earlier, it’s really quite simple. I need you to take care of me. He paused, studying her reaction. I’m sure it sounds weird but I need you to make sure that I eat, take breaks, sleep, wake up. Basically, you would be my personal assistant, my lifeline to reality. You would help me by reminding me that there is a life beyond the walls of my mind. He held his index finger to his temple. I’ve tried it on my own and it just doesn’t work, he said flatly. Also, you would be responsible for laundry, keeping the place clean, things of that nature. Do you think you could do that for me? he asked, sounding somewhat vulnerable in contrast to the confidence he’d conveyed thus far.

Yes, sure I can help you with that. But can I ask you something first?

Yes, of course, ask me anything, he said, sitting up in his chair.

Are we talking long-term? I mean, how will this work if you suddenly find a girlfriend, assuming you don’t already have one. Let’s face it, most women wouldn’t be comfortable with this situation. Seeing as you are a talented and if you’ll excuse my saying so, a very attractive guy, it’s quite possible that I may find myself having to not only look for another job but another place to live.

Chloe felt awkward for asking, but the question was relevant considering the level of commitment this arrangement involved. She watched his expression change. He frowned, rolled his eyes, and sighed deeply. Had she said something wrong?

"You don’t have to worry about that, he responded sharply. I have no plans to get romantically involved with anyone right now or anytime soon for that matter. His voice sounded strained and his face was hard, his eyes focused away from her. Any other questions?" he asked through clenched teeth.

One more question, she whispered reluctantly.

Go ahead, he said guardedly.

Well… you’re a rockstar. He rolled his eyes at that but she continued undeterred. Umm, what should I expect, living here with you? Wild parties, lots of people dropping by unannounced, women, drinking?

He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow and took a deep calming breath. Suddenly Chloe felt as though she’d ruined any chance of working for him. He’d change his mind about her for sure now.

After an eternity of uneasy tension, he opened his eyes and looked at her. He then spoke rather calmly. This is a private home, Chloe. I entertain no parties, and for the most part, the only people who will drop by are my bandmates. As for women, you are the first and only one of your kind to set foot in this house in two years, he said with a thoughtful smile. And you may drink as much or as little as you like.

Really? she asked, her mouth agape. But… how?

He sighed and averted his gaze, suddenly appearing sad and weary. Never mind, she’d let the subject drop. Another time perhaps. Yes, maybe then she would ask him how that was even possible.

Is that all?

Umm, well, let’s talk salary then, Chloe said, hoping to move on to a less touchy topic. It worked, his body language relaxed and he decided that it was okay to look at her again.

"Yes, of course. Now that is a subject I am more than happy to discuss with you, he said with a confident smile. I don’t know what you’re presently earning, but I am willing to improve upon it, plus you’ll have free room and board. You’re welcome to use anything, stereo, television, computer. You’ll have your privacy. Feel free to make yourself at home. I would just ask that my room, my studio, be off limits. I wouldn’t want you to trip and hurt yourself. It’s a mess, papers, and cables, instruments all over the place but I have a system and it works."

He folded his hands together, looking at her expectantly. Well, what do you think?

I think it sounds great. If you are certain that I am the right person for the job, I guess we have a deal. How could she argue with those conditions? It did sound great, especially the privacy part. She certainly didn’t have that now at the dorm.

Cool, how soon can you start? he asked with an eager smile. I’ll have my people put it in writing. Oh, one thing, you said you don’t have a car, is that right?

No, I don’t. Is that a deal breaker? Chloe felt her heart sink.

Not at all. Just let me know when you’re ready and I’ll come and help you move your stuff. That’s all, no worries, he said reassuringly.

Oh, okay. Well, I’ll have to give notice at the dorm but I’m sure it shouldn’t be long, maybe next Saturday. Is that good?

He quietly searched his mind. Next Saturday, let’s see, we do have a show that night but Saturday morning is clear. He stood up and gestured for her to follow. Let’s finish the tour. He started walking toward the stairs. Chloe followed close behind. As they started climbing, her nervousness returned but she calmed herself. She was going to have to trust him sooner or later.

At the back of the house was a large room he described as the office. It was very slick and modern with a large desk and a computer. It was more corporate than she would have expected from a songwriter. On the walls were various awards and framed articles like those you see in magazines. There were images of Ashton shaking hands with various important looking music industry types, others of him with his band looking all too cool and fierce. She noticed a diploma with his name on it for Music Business Management.

This is where I meet with clients and take care of the business end of things.

Impressive, she said pensively. So what part of it do you enjoy most? The performing or the songwriting?

Honestly, if I had it my way, I’d just concentrate on songwriting from now on. Performing is overrated. I used to love it but it got boring.

What? You don’t enjoy performing in front of all those adoring fans? I can’t imagine that being boring, Chloe commented.

Well, it can be, especially after you spend so long on a particular song, picking every lyric and note carefully, pouring your heart and soul into it when all the audience cares about is hearing the same old songs or worse yet cover songs, he said, frustration clear in his voice.

Chloe found herself thinking about last night in the club and the sad song in particular. Had he poured his heart and soul into that one? Did he realize how it had affected her and how his beautiful voice had touched her? What a shame it would be if he stopped singing.

Besides, songwriting is more lucrative. It’s paid for this house, my car and now you, he said with a smug smile.

Oh, really? Chloe looked at him incredulously. Then why do it? Sing in the band, that is.

Well, because it has its moments, he answered, vacantly watching her wander around the room. Mostly I do it for the other guys in the band. It would break their hearts to quit. I suppose it’s not that bad, really. It does have its rewards. On the rare occasion, as a singer, I make a connection with the audience and it makes up for all the crap.

Ashton started toward the next room and Chloe followed. This is the guest room. It was a large neutrally decorated room with a wood-framed bed and matching chest of drawers. I don’t usually have guests, but you never know. He paused, glancing from her to the room. I guess you could have this room if you like but I figured you’d prefer a little more privacy. He smiled when she blushed and nodded in agreement. He found her incredibly adorable.

Next, he showed her the bathroom. The last room toward the front of the house was his bedroom, the off-limits room as he’d put it.

This is where it all happens, he said as he led her in. Please excuse the clutter.

Clutter was an understatement. There were instruments everywhere, amps, sheet music scattered throughout. At the far end was a bed, covered in more paper and headsets. There were cables all over the floor.

You weren’t kidding about the mess! Chloe exclaimed, holding her hands up to her face. I’d be afraid to come in here on my own so you really don’t have to worry about me trying to clean it up. Although, I might have to make the bed and pick up your laundry.

Yeah, well, there is a method to the madness, he said, smiling at her expression. As for the bed, it’s yours to make. He smirked. Just be careful of the cables. I’ll be in here most of the time anyway. So, if you’re looking for me, just knock on the door. If the door is open just come in and see me. Like I said, though, just be careful not to trip and fall. He thought for a moment and then added, Oh, often the guys will come over and we’ll practice up here. That usually means some noise. The room is soundproofed but I can’t guarantee that things won’t get loud. That usually happens once or twice weekly. I hope that won’t bother you too much. You’ll like them. They’re great guys.

Suddenly Chloe felt apprehensive at the thought of all these guys coming and going. It started to sound like the dorm again. Living here alone with one strange guy was daunting enough. Her face must have betrayed her thoughts.

What’s up? If you’re worried about them, don’t be, he said, searching her eyes. When Chloe avoided his gaze, he took her chin in his hand and turned her face toward him. Hey, where’d you go?

Oh, I don’t know… I guess I am a little nervous, she answered honestly. Please don’t be offended, but I don’t really know you that well and I don’t know your friends at all. It’s all just a little overwhelming. She paused for a calming breath. Does that make sense?

It absolutely does, he answered thoughtfully. Feeling the need to reassure her, he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Chloe, you will be safe in my home, I promise you that. Now, please stop worrying. I want you to feel comfortable here.

Embarrassed but reassured, Chloe smiled and shrugged shyly. I know… just being overcautious, I guess. I’ll be okay.

Yes, you will, he added as he dropped his hand and walked out of the room. They went back downstairs and into the basement. At the back were the laundry facilities, and in the far corner, a workout bench and a treadmill. It was darker than the rest of the house with only a few small windows, but for a basement, it was cozy and warm.

This is where you can usually find me if I’m not upstairs. I come down and workout when I get frustrated, which is quite often.

Well, we’ll just have to get you on a higher calorie diet so you don’t fade away, Chloe said, looking him over. He wore a loose, long-sleeve t-shirt. His low-rise jeans just barely hung on his narrow hips. You’re literally a clothes hanger.

He raised an eyebrow and feigned offense. Hey, I’ll have you know I’m quite buff under these clothes. He demonstrated by rolling up his shirtsleeves, flexing his arm and proudly displaying a very well-defined bicep. I have what they call a Runner’s Physique, he explained as he continued flashing various equally impressive limbs.

Okay, okay, I was just teasing. I stand corrected. Chloe laughed, blushing bashfully. Still it wouldn’t hurt to get some proper food in you.

He straightened up then and smiled at her rosy face. Glancing at the timer on the stereo, he was surprised to see it was already six o’clock. Speaking of food, you must be ready to eat something, he said with a crooked smile and raised an eyebrow. I know I am.

She pretended to ignore the suggestive innuendo. Yes, I guess you’re right. Suddenly, Chloe realized she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I should go.

Wait, why don’t I go pick something up? You should stay and make a list of what you think you might need around the house. Any preference for dinner?

Sure, that’s a good idea. How about Chinese food? Chloe agreed. She could use a little time alone to think.

Perfect, I’ll be back in a flash. He raced up the stairs and was out the door before she reached the kitchen.

Chloe grabbed a pen and paper off the counter and started looking through cupboards. There really wasn’t much there. Just some mismatched cups and plates, some mugs. It was going to make for a very long list.

In the fridge, were just enough bare necessities. There was a carton of milk, some eggs, a couple of bottles of coke and that was it. The freezer was just as empty but for a couple of frozen entrees and a bag of ice.

Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said he needed help. There were only a couple of pathetic looking pots and a well-used frying pan under the sink. Utensils were the kind your parents give you when you go off to college with the plastic handles. When satisfied with her list, Chloe took a minute to see her room.

Taking a look around, she realized she’d have to make another list. It was hard to imagine it as a bedroom in its present state but it would have to work. Heading back into the kitchen, Chloe set the utensils and plates for dinner. Just then, the back door opened

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