Zak smirked as he looked up the RV bus, at the latest addition to the crew. He had been worried for weeks at how the changes would effect the show, would ratings change? Would committed fans turn?

He too remembered his reaction being much the same. When the channel approached him with the proposition, he laughed. Then he refused, declined and argued until they then gave him an ultimatum, change or lose a prime time spot on Saturday night.

They had his neck in a noose, his arm was twisted, a metaphorical gun was placed to his temple. Comply or lose it all...

Would the fans welcome the change? The fact that things are being spiced up?

He hoped so...

"Put your tongue away." Bacon jested making Zak look over at him.

"Shut up. You're sniffing worse than a dog."

Bacon chuckled "She's hot.."

"She is Dakota's age... Grandad."

"Screw you!" He bit back. "She's also a few years older than Dakota... Actually."

Zak lifted his brow at Bacon's response. It was one of defence. He didn't say anymore and simply laughed as the next song pumped through the RV.

He expected some kind of complaining, maybe even so distaste, but he got quiet the opposite as the woman that was laying on his bed began singing and screaming along with Marilyn Manson's - Tainted Love.

He never took Delilah for being the hard rocking type. Everything about her looked innocent. In fact the moment Zak came face to face with her. He refused point blank to subject her to a life on the road or a night life of chasing demons simply because... Because she was too innocent.

He was curious about her, for sure.

Her dark hair and pale skin was one of a few things he took notice off, but it was the dark eyes which absorbed and captured any emotion, whilst her face kept a cool exterior. She gave nothing away and for that, he found her slightly dangerous too.

"You're staring." Bacon sang.

"I'll make you walk." Zak warned him, causing Bacon to mutter back and turn his attention back to his phone.

Zak watched as she rolled off the end of the bed and threw her long hair forward ruffling it with her fingers. He found himself wanting to run his fingers through the dark locks, that seemed to reflect the sun. He watched her flick it back over her head and fix it in the mirror.

She carried on singing, her mouth working to the lyrics as she got off the bed and grabbed hold of her hoody before pulling it off her body.

The shirt underneath rode up, exposing her stomach and pierced belly button. He knew the piercing had three hanging bats from it. But only because her tank top had moved up when she was pulling a glass from the top shelf earlier today.

Feeling guilty, he looked away and stared down at his forgotten text on his phone. He was replying to a female friend, who asked if he wanted company when he got home, at the time he was debating on it, but now he knew the answer.

He fixed up an excuse of his lockdown hang over and possible attachment before turning his phone on silent.

"Krystal made plans then?" Bacon asks smirking over from the couch.

"Dude." Zak warned "I will make you walk home."

"You're stupid if you let Krystal walk away, she's like the top end of hot!"

Zak opened his mouth but Bacon interjects "But I get it! None of my business." He stuffs his earphones in for good measures and heads back to the passenger seat at the front letting Zak's eyes roam back to Delilah.

She was now rocking her hips to the music, completely unaware that he was watching.

He chewed his lip as her age flitted across his mind, like one of those bats hanging from her navel.

Innocent by name and innocent by nature. But he couldn't help feel the pull. She was mysterious, a woman with innocent written all over her, but had a darker side that was hidden.

Curious. He was definitely curious.

He knew she was a few years older than Dakota. He had watched them interact with a hint of jealousy coursing through his veins, especially when she laughed so freely at Dakota's and Aaron's actions. He remembered watching her wipe the tears from her eyes as she held her stomach after Dakota put her into a state of hysteria.

But with him? She was different, slightly withdrawn, maybe even shy. But Zak was no different from Dakota, Aaron or Billy, or Jay. Hell even Bacon! But she treated him different. He would go as far as saying that she was nervous around him.

He sighed and looked down at his phone, wondering if he should change his mind about Krystal. She wouldn't care about his indecisiveness. Maybe this sudden interest in Delilah was because he lacked any interaction with Krystal before he went away.. She had been away working, he hadn't felt the touch of a woman's skin or the softness of a woman's voice in his ear for almost 4 weeks..

That's what it was. It had to be that. He concluded.

He opened his phone and was halfway through texting Krystal when Delilah appeared from the bedroom. Her hair was tied up off her neck, exposing the junction between her neck and shoulder. Zak's eyes cemented on it, almost salivating at the thought of kissing it, maybe even biting down on it, like a starved vampire..

He watched as she pulled open the freezer and pulled out an ice pop. His eyes moved to her lips as she unwrapped it and slipped it between her lips making his insides bunch up.

He was screwed. He knew it now..

From that single, innocent move, she had made him hot. His fist clenched when she moaned in delight around the red ice pop pulling it from her lips before licking at them.

He watched her lips move before he snapped too.

"Sorry?"

"I said, are we nearly back to Vegas?" She asks.

He nods "Uh, yeah. Yeah I think so."

She smiles "Awesome. You okay? You look uneasy. Is it too loud?" She asks pointing to the speakers.

He shook his head "No."

But by the time he had answered, she had tiptoed up and turned the music down to a lower level. "There you go." She smiles before sticking the ice pop back between her lips and hollowing her cheeks as she looked out the window.

Zak made a subtle move to hide the problem that was slowly making itself known.

He felt like a perverted old man. She was 14 years his junior. His colleague, her mentor. Not his new play toy.

"These are really nice." She spoke looking at the ice pop before sliding it back into her mouth and lifting her shoulders before going back to the bedroom with a sway to her hips.

Zak deflated against the seat just as his phone went off.

Picking it off his chest, he saw the text from Bacon.

- She's the devil in disguise.

Zak looked up to the bedroom to see her sat on the end of the bed, sucking the red ice pop, with no clue that she had gotten him hard.

He felt dirty.

It was wrong, the feelings of sexual attraction towards her, were wrong.

But for once in his life, he never wanted to be right.