I can’t remember the last time I was this far from Willow Ridge. That’s... worrying.
Then again, I don’t have a car. And the public transit from Willow Ridge is a single bus that comes through at random times, so no one ever knows when it’s going to show up.
“So, Sin, who’s your favorite?” Lila asks, turning in her seat so I can see the full effect of her impressive false lashes and winged eyeliner. She looks hot as hell, just like Ally. They’re both dressed in tiny leather skirts and tops that are showing a whole lot of cleavage, while I feel like I’m counting the minutes until I can slink home and tear off this fucking blouse.
Although, unlike them, I’m not hoping to snag any rock stars tonight. I just want to get some answers.
“My favorite?” Shit. They think I’m a fan, like them. But I don’t think I could pluck any of the band member’s names out of my head, even if I tried.
“I don’t think I have one. How about you?”
Nice, Sin. Stellar job at peopling there.
Thankfully, Lila is about as nice as Ally—either that or she’s giddy enough not to care about my lackluster answer.
She lets out a little giggle. “For me, it’s Dorian. He’s hot as hell and he has that whole cold and moody vibe. I bet I could get him to warm up, though. Plus, he plays his guitar like he’s fingering the hell out of one very lucky woman.”
I blink a few times. That’s... a lot.
Ally shrieks a laugh. “Lila! Sin’s going to think we’re both nasty perverts! But seriously, I’ve seen the guy shred his guitar and there’s no way I’d want that kind of violence anywhere near my pussy.”
Yeesh. Is this the sort of shit people say to each other in normal conversation? My closest friend is probably Elara and we mostly communicate via her sending me memes and GIFs. I mean, sure, we haven’t seen each other in person in about three years, but who’s counting?
“My fave’s definitely Micah,” Ally says. “No one else can look sexy as sin one minute and make me want to tear my heart out and throw it at him the next.” She glances in the rearview mirror, meeting my eyes. “But Cal looks like he canfuck. Maybe the two of them together would be the perfect mix of sexy and sweet.”
Aaand now I’m feeling kind of bad for the rock stars. I feel like a prude and judge-y as hell right now, but they’re talking about these guys like they’re pieces of meat. Not real people with actual feelings, and it’s kind of grossing me out.
I’m realizing as we get closer and closer to Shadwell that I really know nothing about the band. Grabbing my phone, I do some speed searching, trying to fill my brain with information that goes beyond how sexy they are.
I discover Cal is the Orc drummer, Dorian is their lead guitarist, Micah is the lead singer, and Iri is the Demon bassist.
My stomach twists. I don’t have a clue what I’m walking into tonight. It might be nothing to do with the band at all, and their manager has some work for me doing something entirely different.
I guess I’m about to find out.
Ally parks the car haphazardly on a side street, and we head inside the hotel. Ally and Lila stride straight for the bar, where they plan to stake out the place and hope to stumble across some rock stars.
“I, er, I’m meeting someone up on the roof. I guess I’ll see the two of you back here in like an hour?” I say.
“Sin! You’ve got a secret rendez-vous at a hotel? You’re way more interesting than I thought! Why didn’t you tell us?” Ally cries.
I don’t know how to respond. Partly because this is the most we’ve ever spoken. And... I don’t want to tell either of them the truth about what I’m doing here.
“Get that D, girl,” Lila says.
The two of them have somehow already snagged a tray of shots and are downing them. I guess that makes me the designated driver tonight. Not that I mind, since they were nice enough to give me a lift.
... unless they don’t plan to go home tonight.
Shit. I didn’t plan this through at all. I’ve been out of sorts and stuck in my head ever since Julia first stepped into the shop.
Oh well, too late to second guess things now. I’m here and I might as well see what she wants from me.
“Hey, share your phone’s location with us so we can look for you if you don’t come back,” Lila says.
“I don’t think she’s coming back tonight,” Ally adds with a giggle.
“I’ll be an hour, tops,” I reply, regretting my words when they both giggle even louder. I can’t be bothered to argue that I’m not meeting someone for a hookup, but I wind up sharing my phone’s location with the two of them, just in case.
