An attractive rockstar walking into the hotel room sounds like a dream come true.

When you’re in the center of some serious self-pleasure like I had been, it’s a freaking nightmare.

It gets worse. What I believed was my room . was actually his.

I’d just given last year’s hottest new skill a performance worthy of my own Grammy.

Now many people are talking about the lady who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson’s accommodation. Nobody understands I’m that woman and it’s going to stay that way. It isn’t like I’m going to run into him again, right?

Wrong.

Contains mature themes.