Phoebe left her guitar for the guys to stow and jumped off the stage, moving fast to avoid another encounter with the incoming Earl. She ducked through a door marked Management Only, circling the storage room to her office. Inside, she flicked on the light, closed the door and leaned against it.
Her blood still hummed, her heart still pounded with the buzz of performing. The guys used the buzz as foreplay for s*x, but she couldn’t afford to let her motor get so revved that it took over her thinking and had her acting on her impulses. Celibacy kept things simple. It kept her safe. Until tonight, she’d never been tempted to change that.
She pushed away from the door and reached for her water bottle, but it was empty. She threw it at the trash can, circled the desk and sank onto the stool i
