Along the way, I perused the men on offer. As usual, they filled the VIP area and the club beyond… It was a hot crowd tonight. An incredible turnout.
I’d miss these shows, in a way, when I wasn’t doing the DJ thing anymore.
Wasn’t gonna lie; it was fun as hell being the queen of the party. And having men lined up to meet me when I came offstage? Couldn’t imagine that ever getting old.
But something told me being a rock star wouldn’t exactly suck.
I’d seen Elle, one of my best friends, ride that shooting star, and from where I was looking, she was doing just fine.
I wouldn’t mind a piece of what she had.
Right now, she was surrounded by people, and I was already mentally cherry-picking bodies out of the crowd… the ones I was gonna invite backstage with us… and over to my place for the after party.
Him.
Him.
Oh, definitely him…
No.I stopped in my tracks.
Definitelynotfuckinghim.
He stood over by the wall with a group of guys, not far from the exit door I’d be ducking through just as soon as I collected Elle… like he was waiting for me.
Blair.
Fuck.
I turned on my heel. Best to nip this in the bud.Fast.
I made a sweeping glance of the bodies around me—and grabbed the closest, hottest guy I saw.
Which just happened to be Flynn.
Elle’s bodyguard.
He was carrying a martini as he plowed his way through the crowd, and I was gonna assume it was for Elle, since I’d never, ever seen the man drink on duty.
Actually… I’d never seen the man drink, period.
I looked him over. He’d stopped short when I grabbed his arm, almost spilling the drink. He looked at me. His eyes were this amazing, smoky gray-blue color. Sharp features, short, dark hair and a fantastic, trim body in his black clothes.
Yep. He’d do.
“I need to borrow you,” I told him, clutching his bicep and tugging him toward me. He didn’t budge all that much, so I met him in the middle, kinda bumping into him.
He seemed to bristle. The man had some kind of allergy to being too close to me. He’d always been…civiltoward me. Too civil.
And rigidly unavailable.
So very different from the other security guys who hung around Elle’s band—bikers, mostly. Men who were amenable to breaking the rules, even when on duty.Thosemen, you could usually get to loosen up a bit and join the party.
Not Flynn.
Whenever I got too close, he usually managed to mysteriously fade into the background.
So he couldn’t do that now, I held on tight.
