Maverick took the van to the address Lex had given him. It was at another hotel, the Hilton.
"Fancy."
He made his way to room 666. "How ironic," he joked to himself. The door opened to reveal a very uncharacteristic Ms. Bennette. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing only a long t-shirt. Before Maverick could say anything, she pulled him inside and shut the door.
"I'm glad you could make it Mr…."
"Maverick. Just Maverick."
"Well, Maverick, I must say that you and your band are very talented. Would you like something to drink?"
Maverick shook his head. One thing he learned from the past: never drink with ice queens. "Ms. Bennette…"
"You may call me Natalie."
He shrunk back slightly. "Natalie, why did you just want me here? Why not the whole band?"
At this Ms. Bennette smiled. "You're the only one I want."
Maverick was beginning to get up, but she pushed him back down, and straddled his legs together. "If you want the gig, your going to have to make me squeal first."
He blushed a deep red. "I really don't know… I mean, your very pretty but… I'm not… I don't…"
"No buts. Either you do me, or no gig."
Contemplating this for a moment or so, Maverick sighed, causing Ms. Bennette to smile. "Good, I knew you wouldn't let your band down."
She then got up, and placed a Do Not Disturb sign on the door.
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Late that night, Maverick finally entered the hotel room. To his horror, he had found that he had to share a bed with Ember. He really didn't want to sleep with another girl, but finding no other choice, he plopped down on the bed.
For awhile he lye awake. What Ms. Bennette had done was horrible, but if it was the only way then, despite what he believed in and was, he had to. For his band. He sighed before finally drifting off to sleep. He never told anybody he was gay.