Cassidy Forrester sat on the edge of the saltwater, gunite pool, and dipped her feet into the warm water, ignoring the half naked groupies hanging onto men who were friends with Dash Kingston, the owner of the East Hampton home.

“I want a raise,” she said out loud, to no one in particular. Because she sure as hell wasn’t paid enough to babysit the entourage of the Original Kings, an award-winning rock band, comprised of man-child idiots who did what they wanted, when they wanted, everyone else be damned.

Her actual title was personal assistant to the band, a job she’d taken as a favor to her brother, their new drummer. The four core members had disappeared, leaving her to deal with the people, party, and mess they’d left behind. Nobody else would watch over the house and make sure these guests respected boundaries and stayed outside.

Not that Dash deserved anything from her, but her brother did.

“Hey, Cass,” a familiar female voice said.

Cassidy glanced up, shading her eyes from the sun, just as her best friend Sasha Keaton, joined her, sitting by her side and also dipping her bare feet into the pool.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home with your hot fiancé?”

Sasha leaned back, her hands behind her on the bluestone patio. “When the guys showed up, I figured you’d want company.”

Cassidy smiled. “And that’s why I love you.”

“Back at you,” Sasha said, tilting her face towards the sun.

Sasha and Cassidy had been based in Los Angeles and traveled to locations where Sasha filmed until a couple of months ago, when Sasha had come to New York for a role. Cassidy, as her then personal assistant, had joined her. Sasha and Xander Kingston, Dash’s brother and the author of the book on which the movie was based, had history they’d rekindled. After filming ended, Sasha had decided to move across the country to be with Xander and along with him, open a production company with another famous actor, Harrison Dare.

Cassidy planned to work for their new company, K-Talent, eventually but for now she’d agreed to help the band until they could hire someone they agreed on permanently.

“I came to take you to Xander’s. You don’t need to babysit the house,” Sasha said.

“I take it the band made their way over there?” Cassidy asked.

Sasha nodded. “If they don’t want to be here there’s no reason for you to be, either. Let’s go hang out at my place.”

Cassidy grinned.

“What?”

“I like that you consider Xander’s house, your place. I’m glad you’re happy.” Her friend had soared to stardom, sacrificing her relationship with Xander in the process. But in the end, things had worked out for them and they both deserved it.