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turning me around. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? That guy you just brushed off is practically royalty in this business.”
    “I know who he is,” I reply, my voice quiet. “The person I’m not sure about is you. What’s your angle, Lyndall?”
    Her pretty little mouth drops open. “My angle ?” she repeats.
    “Yes. Why are you so determined to push me into going solo?”
    “I’ve brought it up once, Sax. Once . I had no idea he was going to ask you that in there.”
    “Then why were you even introducing me to him?” I growl. “I mean, shouldn’t your loyalties lie with the company that pays you?”
    I know I need to get away before I say something I really regret. I send Max a text as I’m leaving so he knows not to look for me. Outside, I walk down the street until I hit main road, where I flag down a cab to get me back to the hotel.
    Throwing a twenty at the driver, I climb out of the cab and walk through the hotel lobby. I’m too wired to sleep, so I take a detour through to the bar. I order a double whiskey on ice, taking a seat at one of the many stools that line the bar.
    “Bad day?” asks the guy as he slides my drink over to me. I take it and lift it to my lips, not in the mood to talk.
    “Something like that,” I mutter. I hope he gets the hint and leaves me alone, but before he gets a chance, Lyndall comes stalking over to me.
    “What the hell was all that about?” she asks, her pretty face animated with anger. “You can’t treat people like that just because you’re having a bad day.”
    I don’t answer, instead I finish the rest of my drink. She laughs and turns to the barman.
    “Don’t give him anymore.”
    “You think you can stop me?” I laugh.
    “As your representation for the label you’re supposed to be loyal to, yes I can. Try me, Sax,” she challenges. Fuck, she’s hot when she’s angry. “Come with me.”
    Grabbing hold of my arm, she yanks me off my seat and out of the bar. I’m so turned on by her forcefulness that I forget I’m in a bad mood. We’re barely in the elevator when I launch myself on her, my lips hitting the curve of her neck as she groans.
    “Cameras,” she whispers, looking above us as I hitch up her skirt.
    “Fuck the cameras,” I growl, ripping her thong clean off her thighs. She gasps as my hands fumble underneath the confines of her shirt, her hands wrapping tightly around my neck.
    The doors open. I lift her into my arms and carry her the few steps over to my room. I work the lock like a fucking master while my mouth roams along her neck.
    I walk her straight over to the bed and throw her down, lust filling me as her legs spread apart on impact. I nudge them apart further and shrug off my jeans, then I fall down on top of her, my rock hard erection pressing against her entrance.
    Leaning over to my night table, I grab a condom and roll it on. She tenses as I thrust myself deep inside her.
    “Oh god,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my waist. With one hand I rip at her shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. Reaching behind her back, I unclip her bra, my hand slipping underneath the cup.
    I squeeze her nipples, gently at first, but then hard enough to make her gasp. My thrusts deepen, her tightness almost enough to make me explode, but I want this feeling to last at least a little longer.
    She throws her head back against the pillows, her mouth parted in a silent scream. Her legs tremble as she comes. I rock myself back and forth, grinding against her wet pussy, making her cry out.
    God, she feels amazing. Desire builds up inside me as I watch her squirm beneath me, her sexy breasts perfectly rounded and her nipples taut and erect. Groaning, I curse as my orgasm overcomes me, my cock aching as I release inside her.
    “Fuck,” I pant, drawing out.
    I lay down next to her, unable to move. That was fucking epic, but I’m paying for it now. The combination of rough sex and too much booze is making me dizzy,