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Shouldn’t he be going to get some clothes on?
“Now, I think we’ve come to a crossroads.”
I followed him into the living room and sat down across from him. He was sitting with his legs spread; if I craned my neck I’d be able to see under the towel that was draped over his junk and get an encore show, so I kept my gaze locked onto his.
“What do you mean?” I asked, hearing the shakiness in my voice and hating it.
“I mean, you’ve seen me naked. But I haven’t seen you naked. It seems like this is going to cause a very unhealthy and uneven distribution of power.”
“You want to see me naked?” Oh God, first Zack and now Dylan…
His grin widened.
“I don’t think that will help.”
Suddenly he burst out laughing. “I’m messing with you, Violet.”
“Oh.” My laugh was weak at best.
“How about we just rewind this a few minutes and go back to this being a strictly professional relationship?”
Relief washed over me. “I would appreciate that.”
“Give me a minute, I’m going to get dressed and then you can give me the reason for your visit.” Standing, he left the living room and entered the bedroom. The fact he didn’t bother to close the bedroom door to get changed wasn’t lost on me.
Was he expecting me to follow him into the bedroom and beg him to fuck me senseless? Or, since I’d already seen all there was to see, did he figure there wasn’t any point in being modest? I was still mentally debating the issue when he reappeared in the living room wearing a pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt.
Crossing the room, he sat back down on the sofa. “You’re still flushed.” There was an amused twinkle in his eyes as he teased me.
“I think it’s the heat. It’s rather warm in here.” I fanned my face with my hand for effect.
“Right. Well, just so we’re clear, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself if you do.”
I groaned out loud, sinking into the sofa and closing my eyes. “You two are infuriating.”
“I wasn’t the one feasting my eyes. Just saying.”
Opening my eyes, I found him staring at me. He was just as hot dressed as he was undressed. The t-shirt was snug on his chest and torso, the fact that I knew how chiseled he was underneath the shirt only made him more drool-worthy. He was too damned hot, that was the problem. Sure, many of the musicians I’d managed before had been good looking, but Dylan and Zack had an extra something about them. It was like they had their charisma on an amplifier.
It suddenly occurred to me what the problem was. I hadn’t been laid in years. Hell, screw getting laid; I hadn’t even been on a date in years. I’d spent so much time working that I just didn’t have the time or inclination to try to get out there and meet someone. Dating also caused a challenge because in the back of my mind I always wondered if guys were with me for me or because of who my father was. It seemed wannabe musicians gravitated to me. More than once it had been due to who Dad was and what I could potentially do for them.
“Violet?”
Dylan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “I’m sorry. What were you saying?”
He laughed. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I thought I’d just come and see how you were doing. See if you needed anything and so on and so forth.”
“I’m good. I appreciate you coming by though.”
“I already met with Zack and we sort of worked things out.”
“Sort of?”
“I’m not sure.” I gave him a rueful grin.
Dylan laughed. “Well, the band got together and we discussed the situation and I promise you won’t have any issues. We know you’re an excellent manager and you’re just the person we need to keep us on top.”
