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 wondered if boss lady and lawyer man was a sure thing, but I don’t think so. She kept avoiding his eyes. Nope. If anything went on there, it is unrequited. Though lawyer man wasn’t as smart as he appeared if he passed on the lovely woman who commanded all of us like a five-star general.
“Coming, Kane?” said Rory.
“Nope.” And that’s all I said. I don’t need 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 wished. And wanted. Most definitely wanted.
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 fixed 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 a shy fangirl to chase you was to leave. But her eyes didn’t show panic, which I bet was 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 the 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 turned and removed 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.”
“Isn’t this what got you guys into trouble in the first place? You claiming ownership of songs that you co-wrote with Jersey and Rory?”
“That,” I said taking a step closer, “was decided by the courts.”
I took another step, but she didn’t move away.
“It was ‘Ever,’ wasn’t it?” I said. Her eyes flicked wide open, and she took a sharp breath.
“It was one of my favorite songs too,” I said. “And still is.” I began to sing it softly.
“If you ever need a friend,
Someone to help you tie loose ends,
