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He’s a real down to earth guy.
    “You ready for this tour, man?” Anderson questions with a grin. The grit of his vocals are impressive so it’s crazy to hear how different his speaking voice is.
    “Hell yeah, man,” I assure. “Where’s your back up vocalist?” I ask casually in regards to Ivy.
    “Oh, she stopped by the ladies’ room first. You know women,” he says, nudging me.
    When she finally walks in, she fucking commands the attention of the entire room. She’s wearing a Rolling Stones T-shirt that is knotted under her breasts with jeans that are ripped from thigh to ankle. No heels. Just Converse sneakers. Her look screams that she doesn’t give a fuck, yet her body has my dick throbbing. Finally . Someone else has his attention. I know right away that I will have her under me, even before her eyes meet mine and she makes her way over to find a seat next to me. Sorry, Desiree. If Ivy gives me any indication at all that she is down, I’m going to fuck the shit out of her. I’m not a saint. I can’t keep foregoing temptation. My dick needs attention and right now it wants Ivy.
    “Well, hello. You must be the infamous Diesel I keep hearing about,” she states as she takes a seat next to me.
    “You’re the infamous one,” I correct. What the in the hell could she have possibly heard about me? “I’m just someone trying to get where you guys are.” Anderson pats me on the shoulder and lets me know that he is going to introduce himself to the rest of our band. Nobody has really ordered food yet because we were waiting for them to show up. We’ve kept the bartender pretty busy though. I’ve barely put a dent in my second gin and tonic.
    “Oh. It’s nothing bad. Desiree told us about your band and let us listen to your sound.” She leans closer and picks up my drink. She looks me directly in the eyes—daring me to object. She takes a small sip before taking a bigger one. “ Hmmm. So good. Gin and tonic?”
    “Uh, yeah,” I say without breaking her gaze. I’m caught off guard by her forwardness. She’s already giving me the green light. “So, what did you think?”
    “Of what?” she challenges. She knows what I’m asking.
    “Of our sound,” I play along.
    “We’re touring together, aren’t we?” She winks. “I think you guys complement us perfectly. A perfect blend of perfection.”
    “Agreed,” I grin. That means a lot coming from a member of a band that is already so established. We don’t even have recognition yet.
    “Make no mistake about it, Diesel,” she adds. “You’re fucking hot as hell. This face and body are going help you guys climb the charts. But your vocals and your band’s sound is what’s going to make you guys rock stars. You have the total package.” I don’t know how to respond to that. I blame it on the lack of current blood flow to my brain, because it’s all at the head of my dick.
    “Glad you think so,” I finally manage to get out.
    She moves in closer. “Oh, I do. And when all those women are lining up—just hoping for the chance to get a taste of your cock, I’ll enjoy knowing that I have you for the next four months.” I grab my gin from her and take a huge ass gulp. That was bold as fuck. Is she really going to do all the work for me?
    “What do you mean you have me for the next four months?”
    “I think you know,” she says squeezing my leg under the table. That escalated fast. She is going to have to spell that shit out for me. I’ll let her think she is in control for a few more minutes before I yank that illusion from her.
    “I don’t like to assume anything, Ivy. You’ve been so forward up to this point. Don’t play coy now.” I take another swig of my drink. I get a glimpse of Lourdes at the end of the table and her facial expression is telling. She can’t hear the conversation between Ivy and I, but I’m sure our body language says it all. Ivy is damn near in my lap and she isn’t giving a shit who