BloodLust // yungblud fanfic

Chapter 5

"We've got to hire her," Tom said.

Dominic fiddled with the strings on his hoodie, tying and untying them in and out of a knot, anxiously. "Who?"

Tom rolled his eyes. "You know who. Her. There were two women who auditioned today, and one of them was complete shit, so use your powers of deductive reasoning to figure out who i'm talking about."

"Zimber," Gavin said, looking at his clipboard. "Holly."

"That's Sams friends sister, right?" Tom asked, a chain of relations that Dominic didn't bother to follow.

"I don't want a woman," Michael said, probably just to be contrary.

Dominic tilted his head back, resting his neck on the back of his chair and looking up at the off-white ceiling of the audition room. The acoustical tiles were water stained in places. Whoever owned this building had neglected the upkeep.

"Oh, now you're sexist in addition to being racist and an asshole?" Tom asked. "Awesome. I can't wait for you to unleash that in an interview."

"Just because i told you that you smell like kimchi—"

Dominic closed his eyes.

"Stop it." Gavin commanded, immensely weary. "Spare us, Michael. Just for half an hour while we make a decision. Dom, i sympathize, but please pay attention. We need your input."

He raised his head. Gavin was right. He shouldn't make things any harder than they already were. "Sorry, i'm listening."

"I liked that guy with the hair," Michael said. "What was his name? We should hire him."

"You liked him because he reeked of weed," Tom said. He tipped his chair back on two legs and balanced there, feet dangling. Dominic always got anxious whenever Tom did that. "No, He was competent, but that woman was better. Holly."

Dominic rubbed his hands over his face. She hadn't only been better, she had been the best. By far. Technically virtuoso, and with creative flair that transformed old audition standards into fascinating original compositions. Dominic had watched her fingers move confidently across the fretless neck of her guitar and known they would have to hire her.

His brain flashed an image of her the night before, eyes closed, mouth open, as he pressed a strand of kisses across her collarbones.

God. He had really fucked everything up.

"Okay, so we're decided," Gavin said. "I'll call her this evening."

Her brown hair had slid through his fingers, smooth as silk. She wasn't traditionally pretty, not like the leggy models he usually dated, but she had been so bold when she talked to him, her chin tipped up like she was daring him to ignore her, and then she had smiled and became unexpectedly beautiful.

When she had walked in the door that afternoon, her guitar case in hand, Dominic had heard a roaring noise in his ears. He wasn't sure she had even recognized him.

"We can't hire her." he said.

Gavin looked up from his clipboard and frowned at him. "Why not?"

"I sort of, uh.." He scratched his head. "I hooked up with her at that show i went to last night."

"Oh my god," Tom groaned. The front legs of his chair slammed down on the floor. He bent over, head on his knees. "God damnit. Dom."

Gavin frowned. "Well, so what? You're both adults. Act like professionals."

Easier said than done. Dominic wasn't sure he could tour with her — with Holly, he thought, mentally testing the sound of her name—without doing something stupid. They would be in close proximity day in and day out, playing on stage together, maybe even sleeping in the same bus. Tour affairs were the stuff of legend, and they usually ended badly, and the band couldn't afford any additional drama. Michael was already providing more than enough.