We were six months into the tour. Traveling the country with rock star Quinn Morgan had changed me. I was supposed to be his personal assistant, there to keep him in line, but instead he'd opened my mind to all of his hedonistic ways. Together, we'd built a harem of beautiful women who adored him, just like he'd always wanted. Still, we both knew it wasn't all for him. I wasn't that unselfish. I was living my fantasy through him and he was more than willing to let me do it. We were best friends, but lately I'd been asking myself one question over and over. Could we be something more?