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Award-winning, Bestselling, Author Blue Saffire presents
I’m Bishop… Bishop Love. I haven’t written a new song in four years. My label has me by the balls to come up with my next project by the end of this tour. If I don’t produce, I’m going to be in deep shit. Fuck it! Maybe it’s my time… or maybe not.
When she walks into the greasy diner in her red bottoms, looking completely out of place, the music comes rushing back. I have a note for every curve that catches my eye. I want her.
My life is falling apart and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I shouldn’t be starting over like this, but one asshole has turned my life upside down and I’m heading home with my tail between my legs. That is until the fine ass, Bishop Love sits across from me.
He doesn’t know me, but he offers me just what I need. He says he wants me to be his muse, but his eyes say something different. I shouldn’t mix business with pleasure. I know better. But he sets me on fire with just one look. I want him.
Every song I sing is a love note to her. Every word he sings draws me closer. I’ll sing until I have her surrender because Saga is mine it all ends with her.
You are going to love you some Bishop Love. He was a favorite for me.
Want a taste here you go!
Love Notes By Blue Saffire
“Are you listening to me?” Will says.
I tear my eyes away from the brown legs that have had my attention since their owner walked into the door. Will is always worried about something. Although, he may have something to worry about this time.
I need to finish my album and my muse is gone. I just don’t have it. Nothing has sparked that place inside where I want to create. I don’t want to write another album about random sex.
I want more.
“They’ll have their album,” I say, knowing it’s a lie.
I need to have songs written by the end of this tour. I’ve got a month left and nothing. I turn back to the ebony beauty sitting alone with a stack of papers and slips in front of her.
That sexy hair cut makes me want to shove my hand in the front of it as I ride that juicy ass of hers. I love how the longer front feathers into curls that cover her right eye. She stands out in the place and not just because she’s African American.
Those red bottoms don’t belong in a place like this. Not on these sticky floors. The only reason my crew stopped here is because I was craving a greasy burger and fries.
Those heels and that face have a story and the more I look at her the more I want to know it. When she pouts at the papers in front of her, I have to shift in my seat. Those lips are sexy as fuck.
I turn back to Will, annoyed that he won’t leave me to my fantasies. It’s been two years since I’ve had sex. Yup, that fucking long.
I’ve grown tired of random pussy. The next pussy I fall into is going to be mine. I’m going to own that shit. My balls swell just thinking about owning gorgeous over there.
“I said, it will be done,” I reply and stand to close the distance between me and the first spark I’ve felt in four years.
It’s been six months and I’ve run through my savings way too fast. The chunk I have left will pay off most of my bills, but I’m going to have to get a damn job.
Unfortunately for me, Tom had me blackballed. I should have flipped his fucking desk. Entitled bastard.
I shuffle through the receipts and bills in front of me once again hoping something changes or money magically appears from somewhere.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, pushing my hand into the front of my hair.
“I would love to, but first we should get to know each other,” a sultry voice whispers in my ear.
I startle and look up to find the most gorgeous blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I mean, they are vibrant and so blue they’re electrifying. I’m sucked right in.
“Excuse me?” I say just above a whisper.
“Nothing,” he chuckles darkly. Reaching for the bills before me, he lifts a few in his hand still leaning over me. “Now, I was imagining you studying this whole time I watched you. You ruined my fantasy.”
I snatch the papers back from him as my cheeks heat. I gather my things and start to shove them into my bag. I’m still stunned from looking into his eyes.
It’s not until he claims the seat across from me that my brain starts to fire again. I glare at him as he waves the waitress over. He sits back in the booth as if he owns the place.
“Excuse me. Why are you sitting here? Who are you?”
“That…,” he points at me. “Is the reason I’m sitting here. You have no idea who I am and I want to know who you are.”
I lift a brow. “Should I know who you are?” I say with no small amount of attitude.
“Not necessarily. But I aim to change that,” he says slyly.
“If you don’t mind, I just want to be left alone. Thank you.”
“Oh come on, love. Don’t ruin our first date.”
The waitress stops at our table before I can respond. I shift uncomfortably. She’s been given me the eye since I walked in here. I guess ordering a coffee wasn’t enough for her.
“You look like a French fry kind of girl. Bring us a basket of fries to share and I’ll have a chocolate shake. You want one too?” He pauses for a second before continuing without my answer. “Make that two. You know what, I’ll have a platter of the buffalo wings as well. Those looked really good.”
“No problem. Coming right up,” the waitress says with stars in her eyes.
Maybe she knows who this character is supposed to be. The way she’s tripping over herself you’d think he were royalty or something. I stare at his handsome face. He does look a little familiar now that I’m looking at him.
“You used to work for Carmichael, Pike, and Jeffreys Advertising and Marketing?” he says.
I stiffen and narrow my eyes at him. Blackballing me is one thing. If Tom has sent this guy to harass me that’s an all new ball game.
He points to my bag. “Your termination letter was on top the pile.”
My cheeks heat. He needs to mind his business, but it’s still embarrassing. I still haven’t wrapped my head around all of this.
“Do you always go around getting into people’s business?” I say.
“No. I just couldn’t stay away from you. What did you use to do there?”
“I don’t know you. I’m not about to tell you my life story.”
“I’m not asking for your life story, gorgeous. Not yet at least. My name is Bishop. Bishop Love,” he says.
I burst into laughter. He can’t be serious, but as I swipe at my tears I see he’s very serious. Something about the name tickles the back of my thoughts.
“You’re parents named you that?” I ask.
The waitress arrives with a basket of fries and a huge platter of wings. Another waitress is with her. She sits down two tall milkshakes in front of us.
My stomach growls announcing to the world it’s been hours since I ate a grill cheese sandwich that did not hit the spot. The fresh looking fries make my mouth water. I don’t realize I’m looking at them longingly until he pushes the basket towards me.
“Go on, dig in,” he says popping a fried into his mouth. “And yes, my parents named me Bishop Love Moran. People think it’s just a stage name, but it’s who I’ve been since I was born.”
Suddenly it clicks. Bishop Love, the singer. He does rock or something like that. I was supposed to put together a proposal for a campaign involving him just before the fiasco.
“What’s a big shot singer like you doing in a dive like this?”
“Ah, so you do know me. I could ask you the same thing Miss. red bottoms. Those are some nice shoes for a place like this,” he replies.
“I asked first.”
“I was craving some greasy shit. We pulled into the first place that looked good.” He shrugs.
“My car died,” I say, not knowing why I’m telling him this.
He sits up straighter, concern clear on his face. I tilt my head a bit. He doesn’t know me but he’s feeding me and he looks concerned about my transportation.
“Where’s the car?” he asks as he gestures for one of the guys from a few tables over.
“I want to have one of my guys take a look. I’m not going to leave you stranded.”
“Who says I’m stranded?”
“Baby girl, the address on those bills tell me you’re a long way from home. If your car broke down, chances are you’re stranded,” he says.
“I’m not your baby girl.”
He gives the sexiest crooked smile I’ve ever seen. “Not yet,” he says.
I look at him, really look at him. He’s gorgeous. Those eyes are just the beginning. His lips are full but his bottom lip is plush giving him a sinful looking mouth. He has a soft face with just the right hardness to his jaw to give him a masculine look.
His lashes are extra-long and thick. If he were a woman I’d think they were false. I still question them as I stare at him. His dirty blonde hair is piled on top his head in a man bun. Something I normally hate, but it looks damn good on him.
His body is a sin of another kind. I’m not even going to linger there. It’s been too long for me to get lost in thoughts of his well-toned chiseled body. If I go there I might climb across this table.
“Where’s your car, Saga?” he asks.
I blink a few times. He just said my name. A name I never gave him. This one is a quick one. He downloaded all of that information in a matter of moments.
I like men that pay attention to details.
I’m not even going to go there. The last thing I need in my life is another man. The last one didn’t do me any good.
“It’s in the lot. I made it here before it gave,” I murmur.
“Keys,” he says holding out his hand.
I eye his long fingers warily. I don’t have many options. I can’t afford to call a tow.
Reluctantly, I reach into my purse and retrieve my key. I had it over and his smile broadens. He looks at the emblem and gives a whistle.
“Mercedes. Nice. Jared, can you check out her car and see what’s going on?” he says to the guy he called over.
“Got it, Boss.”
“Do they all wait on you hand and foot?” I ask as the guy rushes off with my key.
“Nope. We’re a family. I take care of them. They take care of me,” he replies.
“Must be nice,” I say looking over to the group watching us.
I mean it. I haven’t had family to look out for me in so long. I wanted to live the big life in New York and I ran off to do just that. I don’t know how to go home with my tail between my legs.
I mean, that’s where I’m headed, but I don’t know what I’m going to do once I arrive in Cali. Daddy will be so disappointed. He never wanted me to leave in the first place.
“The wings are getting cold. Come on. Let’s eat. Then we can talk some more,” he says watching me.
I stare at the food before us and get ready to decline, but my stomach tightens and warns me not to pull any stupid shit. Fixing my car may leave me starving for real after tonight.
“Thank you,” I say reaching for a fry.
Soon, I’ve placed food on one of the extra plates and I’m devouring fries and the wings he offers me. It doesn’t take long before I notice he’s not eating much with me. I pause and push my plate away.
“Why’d you stop? You’re adorable when you eat,” he says with a smile.
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“I had a burger and fries. I’m good for now,” he says.
“So why order all of this?”
He sits back assessing me. Those eyes probing and reaching for more. I look away not sure what I might reveal.
“I watched you before I came over. I could tell you were hungry. Now eat up,” he says.
“No, you’re not.”
“Hey, boss. Her ride is busted. It’s not moving anywhere without some major attention. I wouldn’t be able to patch her up, not out there anyway,” Jared says as he returns.
That’s it. That’s the final straw. I cover my face and start to silently sob. I feel the weight of the last six months deep down in my soul.
“Hey,” he whispers in my ear as he wraps an arm around me. I can feel his warmth seep into me now that he’s seated beside me. “It’s going to be fine. We’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not your problem,” I sniffle.
“It’s no problem at all. Where were you headed? Maybe we can drop you off,” he says soothingly.
“All right. My tour ends in Cali. We’re a ways out from the end, but we’ll figure something out. Let’s go get your things onto the bus,” he says.
“What? I can’t just get on your bus. I don’t know you,” I say through my tears.
“Give me your phone,” he says.
I look at him curiously. He has that hand out again. I hand over the phone and watch him.
“Unlock it,” he says handing it back.
I chide myself and unlock the phone for him. He takes it back grinning at me. Reaching up with his free hand, he wipes the tears from my cheeks.
“Ah, look at this. You talk to your dad. I’ll just call him and let him know you’ll be with me—”
“Oh, hell no,” I say and go to snatch my phone back.
“Okay, okay, not your dad,” he chuckles and looks back at the phone. “Is Isha a safer bet?”
I bite my lip and think for a moment. Isha was my first friend in New York. We lived together for my second year there. We become best friends.
“Yes, she’s safe,” I reply.
He dials the number and places it on speaker. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Isha picks up. I look up into those blue eyes and they are twinkling at me.
“About time you checked in. How’s the drive going?” Isha answers.
“Hey, Isha. This is Saga’s new friend. My name is Bishop Love—”
“What the fuck? You’re lying. Where’s Saga?” Isha gasps into the phone cutting him off.
“I’m right here,” I say.
“You’re not with the Bishop Love. There is no way you are with the Bishop Love,” she squeals.
“It’s him in the flesh,” I reply.
“What the fuck is going on? I thought you were going back home. Did they give you your job back? Tom’s a fucking douchebag. I hope they fired him and gave you your job back,” she rambles.
“No, I didn’t get my job back.” I sigh. “My car broke down. I’m in some diner. I happened to run into Mr. Bishop.”
He gives me a pointed glare and shakes his head at me. Turning his attention back to the phone he pulls out his wallet. I tilt my head as I watch him. He takes out his ID and takes a picture with my phone.
“Isha, I just text you a photo of my ID. I’m also going to text you my number and my manager’s number. I’m going to have Saga check in with you daily until she reaches her destination,” he says.
“I’m taking Saga on tour with me. I’ll make sure she makes it to Cali. It will just take a little longer than she planned,” he says.
“You’re going on tour with Bishop freaking Love! Oh my God. From being blackballed to being on tour with a freaking superstar,” Isha practically yells through the phone.
My face fuses with heat. I can’t believe she just blurted that out. As if I’m not already embarrassed enough.
Bishop’s eyes home in on me. Again, he has that concerned look in his gaze. As if he plans to find a solution to that problem as well.
“Maybe we should keep this quiet for now,” I say.
“Oh, right. Okay. I’ll keep my mouth shut even if it kills me. It’s totally going to kill me,” she says. “Oh my God. I have Bishop Love’s phone number. I must be dreaming.”
“Not dreaming at all, sweetheart. If you don’t hear from Saga feel free to call me,” he says.
“Oh, I will. You be safe, Saga. And don’t do anything that I would do,” she says and giggles.
I roll my eyes. “Later, Isha.”
Bishop ends the call and hands me back the phone. I stare at him trying to figure him out. No one is this nice. He has to want something.
“Come on, let’s get your things. I have a tune I want to get down when we’re done,” he says as his eyes grow a little distant.
I had an ex that was a writer. He would get that same look when his muse hit. I gather my things and get up after he slides out of the booth. I don’t want him to lose whatever has started to call to him.
I must be going insane. Am I really getting on this tour bus?