But now I like that Rory was agreeing with me, which would surely piss off Dys.
Good.
“What about it, Mr. Dys?” said Jacine laser focusing her eyes on him. Oh, yes. Like that old Queen lyric, "Dynamite with a laser beam." Yeah. That was Ms. Jacine Alexander.
For a microsecond, uncertainty flickered in his eyes. Then he caught me shooting a lustful glance at boss lady, and his lips curled. What evil thought did that fuck gestate now?
“Okay,” he said. It was too easy. Dys never gave up anything easily, not even his precious body while touring. He looked around the room appraising everyone’s reaction and stood.
“Apparently I have a lot of band business to straighten out. Send me details through email, or call if you wish, Miss Alexander.”
“I’ll get going too,” said Rory.
The lawyer looked at his watch.
“I need to get back to my office. I’ll call you later, Jacy?”
She nodded. “Sure thing.”
I’m wondering if boss lady and lawyer man is a sure thing, but I don’t think so. She keeps avoiding his eyes. Nope. If anything is going on there, it is unrequited. Though lawyer man isn’t as smart as he appears if he passes up on the lovely woman commanding all of us like a five-star general.
“Coming, Kane?” said Rory.
“Nope.” And that’s all I said. I don’t have to give those butt plugs any answers.
The lawyer man shot laser beams with his eyes at me and then flicked his gaze to Jacine, but she appeared unconcerned.
“If you wish to stay, Mr. Kane. I have five minutes.”
Oh, I wish. And want. Most definitely want.
With as hot as she made me, it wouldn’t take five minutes. But as the other men filed out of the room and lawyer man shut the door, I fix my attention on the goddess andattempted business talk. It was a losing battle.
“Do you have any names of business managers? Apparently, I need one.”
Her eyes raked my dissolute body, and I saw a spark there, the adoring look you see in a fan’s eyes when she’s holding out something for you to autograph. But she concealed her fangirl delight under a patina of professionalism that I wanted to crack and crumble under my touch.
“I’ll look through my contacts,” she said with a distance that concealed her inner groupie.
“Great. I’ll look forward to it.” I stood because there is one way to get shy fangirl to chase you is to leave. But her eyes didn’t show panic, which I’m betting on is just an act. Beneath her all-business gray sheath dress beats the heart of a teen, who cried her eyes out toEver, the signature hit of the band Banshee I formed with those dipsticks Dys and Holmes.
I take a few steps and listen for intake of her breathing which was calm and regular. But I know if I walk out this door now, lawyer man will have his hands all over her, and who knows? She might be into daddy play.
Nope. I’m her daddy now. She doesn’t know it.
Yet.
I turn and take off my RayBans and tucked them into the pocket of my tee-shirt and gave her the most charming smile I had in me.
For her, I made it beam like the streaks of pure sunlight that poured through the glass windows of her office.
“Tell me. Which one of my songs is your favorite?”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t work in this business without learning a thing or two about people. PR people generally don’t give a damn about their clients, just their paychecks. But you do. This leads me to believe that you hold affection in your heart for at least some of my music.”
