Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Brittany, have you met Jordan, Colin, and Owen yet?”
I shake my head. Owen looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t know anything about him. As for the other two, I’ve seen them passing through the lobby before and after their shows, and I’m not impressed by their attitudes, even though their bodies are better than most.
Colin, clean cut with perfectly groomed short hair and devious-looking brown eyes, is the one who’s looking at me like he wants to gobble me up, or rather, he probably wants me to gobble him up. All three of these jerks are used to having women fawn all over them, but they’ll soon know better than to expect that from me.
Jordan, with the slick, almost black hair, is in faded jeans, Converse sneakers, and a sloppy t-shirt that still shows off his muscular frame. He’s a loudmouth. Not at the moment, not in front of his bosses, I’m sure, but I’ve heard him plenty of times.
Owen’s standing behind the other two and holds eye contact with me for too long when he steps forward to shake my hand. His longish light brown hair keeps flopping over his forehead, and he keeps pushing it back.
“Guys, meet Brittany. She’s your new boss when you’re on the road, and all of you are the new Club Red on Tour team!”
When they’re talking to the Stantons, the three men seem respectful. Their posture is straight, and they appear to closely follow everything Chase and Maddox are telling them about their on-the-road setlists. If they act this way with me, it will be smooth sailing.
There’s another knock at the door, and I’m expecting the fourth dancer, but instead it’s Diesel, asking Chase and Maddox if they can come out to the lobby for a moment. As soon as I’m alone with Jordan, Colin, and Owen, the men’s demeanors change entirely.
Jordan lifts his chin, literally looking down his nose at me. “We don’t need a babysitter,” he says with a sneer.
I stand a little taller and glare back at him. “Don’t behave like children, and I won’t have to be your babysitter.”
“I’d like you to come sit on my lap. Naked,” Colin says, sinking down into a chair, patting his knee.
My only response is to give him a dirty look, because that’s all his comment deserves.
“What about you?” I challenge Owen. “Got anything smart to say?” He shrugs and looks away, like he can’t be bothered to converse with me.
I’m gathering a few choice words that will put them all in their place when Chase and Maddox return with the fourth dancer for the tour. The clever thoughts I’d been formulating fly out of my head in an instant.
“Brittany, this is Zane,” Chase says. “He’s our new dancer, or I guess I should say, he’s your new dancer.”
Zane, my one-night stand. Zane, who claimed he was a personal trainer, and who I was sincerely hoping never to see again, no matter how attractive and good in bed he is … is going on tour with me.
What the fuck.
ENEMY 1
6
ZANE
Am I happy to see the woman who told me lies to get me out of her apartment this morning? I am not, but my dick apparently is. It nearly rises to attention at the sight of her in that thin, black shirt that clings to her tits when she turns to gape at me.
The parts of me not driven by lust are irritated, both at her and myself. It was painfully obvious she was blowing me off this morning, and not in the good way. She couldn’t get me out of her place quick enough, and she didn’t even try to seem convincing when she lied about work and about hoping she’d see me again.
But I’m irritated at myself too, because I had no business asking to see her again. I don’t do that. I don’t get involved with women, not anymore, no matter how good the sex is.
My dick twitches, as if wanting to remind me that the sex was really, really good. Excellent, actually. And now she’s my tour manager — my boss — and I’m going to have to spend an entire week with her, while continually reminding my dick that she is one hundred percent off limits.
She looks irritated, too, and I guess she would be, since she didn’t want me around this morning. Even after I made her come until she cried my name.
When we’re dismissed from the club owners’ office, Brittany discreetly gestures for me to follow her out to the lobby while the other men head toward the backstage area.
“What the hell?” she hisses once we’re around the corner.
“Yeah, what the hell,” I say, though I have to admit that I’m amused by her irritation. Serves her right. She could’ve at least offered me coffee this morning, and I’d have cooked her some fucking good eggs if she hadn’t shoved me out the door.