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“She’s Edward’s daughter. Good for her. What can she do for us that makes her so special? Any manager would be giving their firstborn to work with us.”
Taking a deep breath in, Carter responded. “Can we be frank?”
“Please do.”
“Your band isn’t the easiest to find a match for.”
Annoyance raced through me. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well, forgive me for saying this, but you’re developing a bad reputation. Many managers, while they’d love to work with a band of your caliber, are scared that they’ll end up in the trash heap with the other managers who have worked with you in the past. You’re going to end up running out of people willing to risk their careers to work with you and without a manager you might as well kiss your careers goodbye.”
“It’s not my fault we’ve been working with people who don’t have the ability to manage us effectively.” Who in the hell did he think he was? We expected a certain level of service from someone making money from our hard work. If they couldn’t produce, then of course we’re going to cut them loose. Our band gave 110% each and every time we created new music and went onstage, so of course we’d expect the person working for us would do the same; if not, they were history.
“I think we need to hear Carter out. Maybe she’s what we need; someone fresh and hungry to make a name for herself to get out of the shadow of her father wouldn’t hurt,” Dylan stated, giving me a nod of the head.
He hadn’t even met this person and was on board?
Well, whatever. Wouldn’t hurt to size her up in person. If she was fuckable then that would be an added bonus.
“Okay, well then, where is she? Let’s meet this person who thinks they can handle our career.”
“One moment and I’ll summon her up.” Carter picked up the phone and a little more than five minutes later there was a knock on his office door.
“Come in Violet,” Carter called out.
The door opened and in walked a fucking bombshell. Holy shitfire, just looking at her made my dick jerk alive in my pants. Her face—which was donned with faint freckles along the bridge of her nose—was framed with long, fire-red hair. And her body…. Damn. When I said I liked a woman with meat on her bones, she was exactly what I was referring to. She had a nice heart-shaped face, with modest breasts—I’d guess a solid C cup—and a nice hourglass figure to boot. I could easily envision myself spinning her around, grabbing onto her nice, thick hips, and fucking her senseless from behind, giving her nice, plump ass a slap here and there while indulging in her.
My dick grew thicker the more I thought about fucking her. All of a sudden having her as a manager didn’t seem like such a bad idea. If it didn’t work out, then there were always new managers. But before I cut her loose, I’d make sure she got a good ride on my dick.
“Violet, I’d like to introduce you to Zack Wyatt and Dylan Kane, also known as the leadmen of Hypnotic,” Carter said.
Dylan and I stood and met her halfway. Dylan gave her hand a brief shake, once done, it was my turn. Smiling, I took her hand and gave it a shake, but I wasn’t so quick to release her butter-soft hand as Dylan was. Instead, I kept her petite hand in mine for a couple seconds longer than necessary. As I released her, I ran the tip of my index finger along her wrist and palm. My grin widened as I watched her inhale sharply and a flush color her ivory cheeks.
This might be a lot of fun. How long would she hold out before she let me between her legs? Hopefully she would provide a challenge. I liked a challenge; it made the conquest all the more enjoyable.
She cleared her throat and walked around us to position herself behind the desk. Next to Carter. Her reaction made me chuckle inside.
“Zack, don’t even think about it,” Dylan whispered to me as we sat back down.
Dylan and I have known each other since middle school. Did he not know me well enough by now to know his warning me off fucking her was only going to make me want her more? Silly, silly Dylan.
Pinning my stare on the fiery redhead I asked. “What makes you think you’re equipped to manage a group like us?”
“Well, I—” she broke eye contact, which made me grin. She was going to be putty in my hands.
But then she did something that surprised me. She straightened, squared her shoulders, and her gaze recaptured mine. “I know what you’re thinking.”
I cocked a brow up at her. “You do?”
“You think I’m not experienced enough. You think I’m just riding my daddy’s coattails. And you think I won’t be able to handle you.”
“You mean the group.”
“No, I mean you, Mr. Wyatt.” She left the safety of Carter’s side and rounded the desk to stand before me. Slowly, she lowered herself so that she was perched on the edge of the desk. “But let me set you straight.”
“Oh, please do.” This little show of attitude she was giving me was fucking turning me on. I couldn’t have helped the shit-eating grin on my face if I wanted to.
“I know the position your group is in. You’ve run off every manager you’ve had, but I guarantee I won’t break as easily. I’ve grown up in this industry and been around groups more demanding then you could ever be.”
