Megan Slayer ITS ALWAYSFUN TO

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“If I were you, I’d get to know her.” Luc clicked his tongue. “You might learn something from her. Hey, Zac, I’ll be right back.”

Ike waited for Luc to leave the recording room. “I am not going to learn from her.” He groaned. Seemed like a good answer, but it only opened so many more cans of worms. He wasn’t about to admit he found her intriguing She was a girl and okay with a guitar. What her body looked like or what it did to him was irrelevant

But the idea of exploring her body had pluses.

And why did she look so damned familiar? She couldn’t possibly be the girl. That was just not possible. The girl he remembered had piercings all over and a buzz cut.

"Fucktard. Seriously.” Zac rolled his eyes. “Tallulah Brown is damned good with her axe.” He glanced over his shoulder and nodded. “Besides. You’re going to be spending a lot of time with her.”

“What? Why?” Ike folded his arms and widened his stance. “What are you talking about?”

“First, you’re going to have to apologize on your knees for fucking up her bike. Second, we want her in the band.”

“No and no.” Sounded like a great answer to him. The last time rumblings of band changes started, people walked, and he wasn’t about to be one of the walkers.

“Dickwad. We’ve always known Glow is the four of us and it always will be, but sometimes you just gotta add in where you lack.”

“And I lack?” Okay, now Zac was just pissing him off.

“You hate being double tracked. If we use her for the album it’ll work the way Luc wants.”

“Then how are you planning on getting us together to make sure this works? Am I supposed to date her? Take Ms. Brown out for a romantic dinner downtown at a posh restaurant? How about a luxury cruise through Alaska?” Actually... all three sounded rather interesting. But she wasn’t going to fall for an ass like him. She’d be smart to run the other way just like she had three years prior. If she was that girl.

“By Alaska.”

“By, through, whatever.”

“We’re putting you two in Studio B. Just the two of you. The music will be there, and Eddie will do the sound, but none of us are going in or out when it comes to playing. Luc may stroll in to check the progress, but dude, it’s all you two, now shape up. She’s your match and you owe her a bike.” He shook his head and strolled out of the studio. “Criminey.”

Ike clacked his tongue piercing against his teeth. What Zac said had merit. Putting them in a room together to just knock out the line would be the best way to make it match up, but the match part got under his skin like a splinter. The more he thought about the lithe woman with the flowing brown hair and the hippie dress, the more he hated to admit he almost looked forward to working with her and seeing her again.

Almost.

* * *

“Lock me in a room with him? Are you nuts?” Tallulah sank down into the closest chair. Her guitar case thumped on the floor beside her. “We’ll kill each other.”

Luc crouched in front of her and rested his elbows on his knees. “He’s an asshole, yeah, but he’s not always an asshole. You might find you like him. He’s quite charming when he isn’t trying to be something he’s not.”

“Don’t try to fix me up. Zac’s already got it in his head that I’m perfect for Ike. It won’t happen.” It had better not, anyway.

The door behind Luc creaked and footsteps echoed in the room. Tallulah groaned. Now she had Luc, Zac, and Ike to cajole her. Swell.

Zac’s eyes widened and he flicked his fingers. Luc, for his part, stood and offered his hand. “All yours.

Her gaze vacillated from Zac to Luc and finally landed on Ike. What else did they have up their collective sleeves?

The muscles in Ike’s jaw tensed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. Prickles peppered her skin. She couldn’t help but notice the dusting of scruff on his cheeks and chin. Behind him, the flowers on the reception desk deepened in color. Not again. Why did her element want Ike? Why?

Luc shrugged and gave Zac a shove. “We’ve got people to meet.”

Ike shoved his hands into his pockets and stood rooted to the spot until Zac and Luc left. He took a step closer to her and stopped.

“Oh, for crying out loud. I don’t bite. Whatever you’ve got to say, just freaking spit it out.” Tallulah smoothed both hands over her face. Maybe she’d been too curt, but he’d have to deal.

“I owe you an apology.”

She moved her hands from her face and jerked back. Ike now stood where Luc had crouched. Instead of looking into Ike’s eyes, she got a prime view of his crotch. Dear Goddess, the rumors were true. She licked her dry lips and fumbled for something to say. The leather of his pants stretched just the right amount over his dick, leaving very little to the imagination.

“Weren’t these guys supposed to wear jogging pants or something when they weren’t on tour to cover their manhood?” She sank back in the chair and closed her eyes. Holy hell. She’d said that out loud.

“You think jogger pants would work? Might not be a bad idea in the studio. More freedom of movement.” The leather of his pants creaked a little, and footsteps thumped on the carpeted floor. “You can look now. I’m sitting down.”

Reviews

"This series is hot, passionate and so da**ed fun to experience – whether you like m/f or m/m, there is something here for everyone. Add a dash of danger, a spoonful of tongue in cheek humor, and a ton of hot and sexy and you have Megan Slayer’s Glow Band series." ~ reader Nancy G