Rebecca's POV

The guys had yet another amazing concert under their belt. They were quite the pros at this point. Everything finely tuned and planned to perfection. We all sat snuggled up to our men, the barrage of screaming girls and camera flashes started all over again as we pulled to the front of the hotel.

Once we were safely inside I walked over to the desk for a brief moment.

"Hi. I was just wondering if there were any messages?"

"Yes Mam. A Samantha Tarkington called and asked you to…well…" The lady paused, not quite sure how to handle the situation before placing a piece of paper in front of me.

Scrawled in beautiful cursive I read, Rebecca! It's Samantha. I've been calling your cell none stop today. You better call me back you sneaky little bitch!

"She emphasized that I write it exactly how she said and to put three exclamation points at the end" The lady said, quite obviously fearing for her job.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at my over zealous manager. She was quite the character.

"Thank you. I appreciate the message." I replied, patting her arm to ease the poor girls' conscious.

"It was my pleasure. Is there anything else you'll need this evening?" she asked quickly, trying her hardest to steer as far away from the original topic as possible.

"You know, I would love it if you could send a few things to the room."

"And which room shall I send it to?" she questioned, eyeing the guys.

"To ours please." Bill chimed in.

The lady looked at me to make sure that was what I wanted. I nodded as she grabbed a pen and paper.

"Now, let's see. We'll need two bottles of raspberry vodka, at least six liters of pink lemonade, a two liter of ginger ale, eight large drinking glasses, fruit, and a lot of Fiji water. Is that workable?"

"Anything is workable for you Miss Brown."

"Please, call me Rebecca. Miss Brown makes me feel old." I said jokingly

"As you wish, Rebecca." She replied, trying it on for size.

The flashes continued all the way to the elevator as paparazzi shoved each other in hopes of getting the perfect shot.

"Why don't we all jump in the hot tub?" Tom asked as soon as the elevator doors shut.

"That sounds amazing!" I answered while my feet throbbed. For once my feet cried Uncle before my back. "We'll stop off and grab our suits and meet you up there."

"I'd rather come in with you." Bill said slipping his hand around my waist as my brain went on the fritz. What in the world was this all about? I questioned until my thought process was abruptly interrupted by reality.

OH SHIT! The place is going to be disastrous. We never cleaned up! Damn! Damn, damn, damn! There's nothing I can do about it now, I thought as the elevator opened to our suite door. Sliding the key in as I hesitantly walked through. I squinted my eyes until they were almost completely closed; not wanting to see the look for horror on their faces when the light bulbs displayed. I heaved a big sigh and flipped the first light switch I came to, preparing for the worst. Stunned, I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and looked at the girls as we played a silent game of "Who cleaned the place?"

Not me shook Christina's head, ever so slightly. Absolutely not, replied Stephanie's eyes. Me either, said Lisa's face. I turned and noticed the extra towels and realized the cleaning lady must've done it, secretly saying a Thank You in my head, hoping she could hear me wherever she was. The guys followed us to our own rooms, completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

"It looks almost the same in our suite, just slightly different décor. And we have a roof top pool and hot tub." Bill said with a grin as we walked into my room.

"I'll just have to see your additions with my own eyes." I replied, peeling the heels off my poor feet and smiling up at him.

"Hey, you're not as tall as me anymore." He said walking in close. Too close. My breath wavered as a crash of heat raced through me, spreading across me cheeks.

"No…I guess not." I whispered looking up at him as the room melted away.

He bent down and kissed me, a deep, passionate kiss. I unconsciously stood on my tip toes, my body aching to be as close as possible. He grabbed me around my waist and buried his free hand in my hair at the nape of my neck. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me hard, over and over. Every time his lips left mine, I felt like I couldn't breath. As soon as he replanted them, my lungs would scream with joy. The world started to re-build its self around us in little blocks as I heard knocking on the bedroom door.

"Are you guys ready for the hot tub or what?" I vaguely heard Tom yell as the rest of the room fell back into place.

"Go ahead without us. We'll be up there in a minute." I feebly called out

Tom's laughing was almost inaudible as his foot steps faded down the hallway. I looked up into Bill's beautiful face, knowing this could never work but wanting to pretend, at least for a little while longer. He trailed kisses softly over my face, not leaving a single part untouched, making my legs all wobbly and useless.

His voice filled my ears as he stared into my eyes, "I'm not sure what you've done Miss Brown, but you've made me re-think everything I thought I ever knew."

"Please. Call me Rebecca." I replied jokingly as his laugh grabbed for my heart, making it do somersaults.

He kissed me one last time before letting his fingers fall from my waist and into my hand.

"So where is that bathing suit again?" he smiled down at me.

I walked him over to the dresser where everything had been neatly folded and put away, reminding me that I needed to leave one hell of a tip tomorrow for that woman, whoever she was. I opened the middle drawer which housed my undies, bras, and two bikinis, noticing him eyeing the contents with intrigue.

"Maybe if you're lucky you'll get to see most of these on me before they get ripped to shreds." I joked while poking him with my elbow, feeling a soft laugh rippled through his chest.

I grabbed my favorite swimsuit and shut the drawer with a swift bump of my hip.

"Let me run go change." I called out as I walked in the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind me. Slowly undressing, I knew that if he wanted to see he wouldn't have to crane his neck too hard. As I changed in the mirror I wondered, was he actually looking or was I simply pushing my luck?