Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Can I get you a champagne…” Tess’s voice trails off. Maybe she’s waiting to see if I’m of age.
“She’s fine. So it looks as though this is a huge success? Gia must be thrilled.” Jett draws Tess’s rather stunned attention back to him, and thankfully away from me.
“The exhibit starts in that room, and it travels around like a spiral up the stairs.” She points with her glass.
My eyes follow to where she’s pointing. Jesus, it’s like out of a movie. When I say celebrities, we are talking A-list. I wish it wouldn’t be completely tacky to take pictures. Cher is going to freak.
Ammo and Rhys Granger stand, laughing and drinking, Granger with a casual arm slung around Gia, who’s smiling and talking to the fans surrounding them.
“And, Raven, there’s a bar over on the back side of the gallery if you’re thirsty. It has everything. Enjoy.” She smiles as Reed drags her toward a man who has to be a basketball player. He’s a head taller than Jett, who’s at least six three.
“You got a thing for rock stars?” His voice is at my ear as he places both hands on my hips, guiding us into the room with all the celebrities.
“No,” I say way too quickly. My face heats up.
“Liar.” I feel his breath on my neck. “I can introduce you, although Granger likes his wife. There’s Ammo.” His voice sounds almost bored. I look up at him, horrified. I know we’re not a couple, but I had no idea he’d be fine setting me up.
I take a deep breath. His eyes are focused on the photographs, and if it wasn’t for his clenched jaw and hands digging into my hips, I’d think he’d already forgotten about me.
“Sure. I love Ammo,” I gush. He nods, and his pulse beats strong in his temple. Maybe he’s not as casual as I thought?
Jett propels us toward them, pulling me close to whisper in my ear, “You sure you dare?”
And suddenly, I shiver. He sounds angry, yet he’s the one who started this game. Whatever…this has the potential to get out of hand. I turn to stop him because I’m not going to throw myself at Ammo just to prove to Mr. Powers that I don’t back down.
But it’s too late, because I’m standing in front of them, looking up at the blond perfection who is one of the best electric guitarists of my generation.
Ammo smiles at me, his clear blue eyes roaming my face, then trailing down my body, and suddenly all I want to do is throw my arms around Jett.
But it’s done. I can’t back down now. Mr. Powers wants to play.
Let’s play.
JETT
I can barely see straight I’m so pissed. The fuck is she thinking? I’m not a man who cares what anyone does. In fact, it’s my job not to ask questions that don’t pertain to facts. But what started off as fun has turned into something else.
I should just leave her with the fucking tattooed guitarist. She’s an adult. For a fucking woman who holds on to her virginity until she’s nineteen, she sure as shit seems ready to try a new dick already.
Like mother, like daughter, I guess.
Why would I care? I never have before, but the moment her sapphire eyes lit up when Ammo walked in before us, my mood turned ugly, and it’s getting worse as the seconds tick by.
“Jett Powers, how the hell are you?” Granger holds out his hand.
“Busy, fighting crime, being an all-American hero.” I smirk, shaking his hand, then grab my Lolita and shove her in front of me.
“This is Raven. She’s a huge fan.” I feel her push back into me, but if she wants to fuck around, it’s not my place to stop her. Ammo’s eyes instantly dip to her tits, and why wouldn’t he check her out? She’s perfection. I bite the inside of my cheek, then smile as I turn to Gia.
“You keep getting better, Gia. You trying to bankrupt me?”
Gia throws her head back and laughs as she holds on to Granger’s arm.
“Aw, Mr. Powers, you let me know which one you like, and I’ll make sure they give you the family discount.” Her green eyes twinkle. Like Tess, she’s stunning, but they can’t even begin to compare to Raven. A lone sparkling star in the deep, dark night.
That is, if she doesn’t become a whore. My eyes narrow as I watch Ammo tilt his head toward Raven, using the excuse he can’t hear her.
“Thank you.” I down my champagne, needing something stronger.
“Let’s get you a drink. Then I need to show you something.” Ammo smiles, but he’s not what I care about.
“Okay.” Raven’s voice sounds a little unsure, but she straightens her shoulders back and allows him to guide her toward the bar in the back.