Based on what I knew of Danica Vola so far, I was gonna assume the apartments inside were a lot nicer than the outside.
“Good night,” she said in a brisk, professional voice while she busied herself pulling out her keys and avoiding my eyes. “And thank you for dinner. You really didn’t have to pay.”
“Well, you got me a ring, so I figured I could spring for your meal.”
“Cute,” she said mildly. Her eyes flicked up to mine.
Then I leaned in to kiss her before she could dodge. I went in low, touching my lips to the side of her neck, softly.
I could pretty much feel the shiver roll through her. I inhaled her soft, kinda flowery scent, and she sucked in a little breath.
When I straightened back up, she was staring at me with big, gorgeous eyes. They were all blue and gray and silvery in the dusk light. I was pretty sure she wasn’t breathing.
“Thank you,” she whispered—and stumbled back into the door. She actually walked right into it, backwards.
I grinned.
Then she turned and fumbled around with her keys. Eventually she got the right key in the lock. I helped her open the door, then she jetted inside.
Yeah. She wanted me.
That was the second time she’d walked into a door in my presence.
So… maybe she was worth just a little more effort.
Yeah. My dick definitely approved of that idea.
If I made her this nervous… wouldn’t take long to make her come around.
Or make hercome.
All I did was kiss her neck.
Imagine what would happen if I kissed something else.
Chapter Thirteen
Ash
Two days later, I was on a flight to the UK with Summer and Dirty’s manager, Brody.
I hadn’t seen Brody Mason since the night of my breakup party, across the poker table. He’d gone home to his fiancée, Jessa, and their baby after playing a few hands, instead of staying out all night and the next day like the rest of us.
Brody had always been solid like that.
The man behind the band.
DreamWarp festival was one of the few European shows on Dirty’sHell & Backtour that he was attending, and I was glad we were flying out together.
Gave Summer and me a chance to talk to him, in person, and casually drop the news about the supergroup we were putting together.
He seemed to like the idea. He didn’t say much, but he did say, “Keep me posted.”
Which we would.
Brody was an incredible manager who’d done a lot of amazing shit with Dirty and for Dirty over the years. He’d definitely been instrumental in helping to make them what they were—which was one of the hottest rock bands in the world.
If he wanted to hear anything we had to say about our new band, we’d be telling him.
