"Tom, would you stop staring at your girlfriend and pay attention?" the photographer snapped.
I turned my head and acted like I was listening, but my mind was still on the beautiful creature sitting on the couch. Long, dirty blonde hair that fell down to the middle of her back; small, delicate hands with the softest touch; perfect little body with slim hips and soft skin; gorgeous face that had the brightest blue eyes and the soft lips every model would kill for; and a name that only made her more alluring: Veronica.
We were at a photo shoot, doing individual shots, and I could not seem to tear my attention away from the physical form of perfection sitting ten feet away. She was lying back on a couch with a sketch pad against her bent knees. I noticed her glancing over at me every few minutes when she thought I wasn't looking then her pencil would dart wildly around the paper. When the shoot was finally done, she put her stuff away in her bag and walked over to me. I immediately slung an arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss.
"So where do you guys have to go now?" she asked.
"Just one more interview and then we can go back to the hotel," I told her.
We all snuck out the back door of the building to avoid the crazed mob standing outside. Once we were in the limo, I pulled Veronica into my lap and rested my chin on top of her head. The ride to the next building was quiet and long. We'd gotten up at 6:30 a.m. and had been going to interviews and photo shoots nonstop all day. Glancing at my phone I saw that it was nearly 7:30 p.m. We were all exhausted. Even Veronica had hauled herself out of bed to run around the unfamiliar town with us. I told her she didn't have to, but she insisted "as your publicist, I need to find inspiration for your next promotion; that and I want to make sure you stay out of trouble."
That was how we met in the first place; she joined our crew as our new publicist fresh out of high school. Under normal circumstances, our managers never would've hired someone so young; but she had a long history of promoting local bands and stuff for her school. She did such a good job at it, we'd heard about her and had to call her in order to meet her. At first she was kinda quiet, but after a while we started talking like a bunch of old friends. After she'd been working with us for a few months, she and I had started being slightly more than just friends. We started meeting privately just to talk and have dinner and stuff like that. Somewhere along the way we'd established that we were officially 'a thing' and we'd been like that ever since.
Some people found it odd that we'd been going out so long; Veronica wasn't the type of person who'd flirt with guys at parties and she was very relaxed in her style (t-shirts and jeans, usually). I normally went for girls who'd throw themselves at me and bring them back to my hotel room without a second thought. But Veronica had morals and did not want to be a one-night stand, for anybody. So, thus far I'd respected her wishes and never pressed her to do anything she didn't want to. Besides, I didn't want her to be just a one-time thing either; I wanted our first time to be like nothing either of us had ever felt before, so we were waiting for the time to be right.
By the time we arrived at the building, Veronica was half asleep in my lap. She groaned in protest when she had to get up, but went willingly anyway. We stepped into a plain lobby with white tile and beige furniture. The receptionist was an older woman with short grey hair and large square glasses. She looked up when we walked in and immediately made a phone call.
"Mr. Henderson will be right down, he just has to finish some paperwork," she said in a rather dull tone.
"That's OK," Bill said, putting on his best smile.
We sat down of the couches to wait for the man to come down. This hardly seemed like a place where international rock stars would be interviewed, but my sleep-deprived mind didn't bother with it right then. When the man known as Mr. Henderson finally came down to the lobby, Georg was asleep on the lumpy couch and had to be woken by a grumpy Gustav for us to follow him. We went down a hallway that seemed to stretch far into the back of the building, followed by the receptionist. We arrived at a room that had a couple of couches and a desk with a laptop on it.
"She can't go in there with you!" the woman scolded at us as Veronica and I were about to enter the small room.
"No, no; it's quiet alright," Mr. Henderson said, smiling in a creepy way. He quickly glanced at Veronica up and down with the same weird smile and a pedophile-type glimmer in his eye. She retracted into my side as I pulled my protective arm tighter around her. The man looked at me with a smug look on his face. If I'd been more lucid, I probably would've cursed him out and left. But I walked into the room anyway with Veronica attached to my side. We sat down on the couch farthest away from the desk.
"Can I get you guys, and girl, any coffee?" Mr. Henderson offered as he entered the room and shut the door.
"None for me, I don't drink coffee," Veronica said in an alert voice. She seemed to have to ability to make herself seem wide awake even when she was dead tired.
The rest of us each had a big steaming mug, though. Taking a sip, it tasted kind of strange, but we were too tired to complain. The man turned around briefly to turn on his camera before he began asking us some typical questions. How'd you get your start? What was the biggest surprise? Have you ever had any weird problems on stage? Blah, blah, blah. As the interview dragged on, I started to feel like time was slowing down and thinking became quite a struggle. I thought it was just because I was tired until Veronica started giving us all weird looks and asking us if we felt alright. I knew she really suspected something when she picked up my coffee and took a sip. She hated coffee.
"What exactly is in this coffee?" she asked Mr. Henderson suspiciously.
"Oh, the usual; coffee beans, sugar, milk, Roofies."
"What?!" Veronica screeched as a cloth was clamped over her mouth.
I could only watch helplessly as she struggled against a large man until she passed out and I was tossed over someone's shoulder. By now the pieces had put themselves together in my head; we were being abducted.
For those of you who don't know, Roofies (Rohypnal) is a date rape drug that knocks you out.
Sooo, what do y'all think?? I'm hoping to go a long way with this one 'cause it's been in my head for a long time and I have some good stuff waiting for ya!! R&R please!!!