She wore a fitted black skirt with tall leather boots and a collared blouse. The blouse was a deep green with a bit of a shine to it—totally fucking gorgeous with her green eyes—and it was tucked into the skirt, so her full breasts pressed against the fabric. The top couple of buttons were undone, though not enough to showcleavage.
She’d dressed to impress, but not toseduce.
“Thank you for meeting with me,” she said—to Brody. If I wasn’t mistaken, she seemed to be waiting for him to ask me to step out. But of course, he didn’t. I could’ve sat in on any band-related meeting in existence. Brody never asked me to stepout.
And if Roni had any kind of “business proposal” for Brody, it had to do with theband.
Dirty was Brody’sbusiness.
Andmine.
He offered her a seat in front of hisdesk.
We allsat.
“Jessa mentioned to me that you’re looking to book an event for Dirty on New Year’s Eve,” she said, still talking to Brody, and only Brody. “As you know, I’ve been doing event promotion for a while now, so I thought I might put somethingtogether.”
Brody’s eyebrows raised. He sat back in his chair. I couldn’t tell for sure if he was pulling away, totally fucking against the idea, or justsurprised.
“I’ve got the Pandora Ballroom,” she added quickly, before he could say anything. “And DJ Summer on the bill, aftermidnight.”
Brody just stared at her for a few seconds. Then he glanced atme.
I said nothing, but the gears were turning in myhead.
DJ Summer. That’s what that was last night? Ash pulling her behind the stage at Summer’sshow…?
She was there to talk business withSummer?
Brody looked at her again. “You want Dirty to open for DJSummer?”
“Not open. They’d have theprime—”
“But they’d play beforeher.”
“In the prime spot,” Roni said. “Right before midnight. They’d do the New Yearcountdown—”
“And then Summer would takeover.”
Roni sat back. “Are you really gonna tell me that Dirty wants to play until three in themorning?”
Brody saidnothing.
“It would be a double bill. Best rock band in town. Best DJ in town.Best New Year’s Eve party intown.”
I sat back, watching.Listening.
Impressed.
It was a good idea, and a goodvenue.
Dirty would like it. Zane would like it, and that was the main thing. If Zane was happy, no one else was likely to bitch about much. They’d be happy to play to a packed house, pretty much wherever we—Brody and me—sentthem.
They trusted us likethat.
But more than that—I was impressed she’d actually gone ahead and gotten the ball rolling on this, brought it toBrody.
I was also more than a little surprised. Because she had to know working on this event would mean working with myass.
