Page 31 of Sweet Temptation

“Why?”

“Because it was fun.”

That seemed to leave him speechless. Not the answer—or the sass—he’d expected. “So, you thought speeding like that was a good idea?”

“No. I thought it was a fun idea.”

“Well, next time, maybe you have fun under the speed limit.”

“Yeah. Sounds like a real thrill ride.” I planted my hands on my hips. “Was this your idea? Or Brody’s?”

“What?” He eyed me carefully.

“The ambush.” I nodded over my shoulder. “Ashley and Xander are here, too?”

“I don’t know who’s here,” he said, his stony face blank. “I just got here.”

“Well, let me help you out.” I pointed. “That’s my lead singer’s truck. And that’s my drummer’s car. So. You want to tell me what my whole band is doing here?”

“Matt Brohmer is in Australia,” he said. He actually did it with a straight face, too.

However… The fact that he knew who my bassist, Matt Brohmer, was—and knew exactly where he was right now—told me one of two things. Either a) he knew who I was all along and lied about it for some reason… or, more likely b) somewhere between asking me Are you, by any chance, DJ Summer? last night, and this moment, Ronan Sterling had done his research on me.

“Okay. What is most of my band doing here?” I pressed.

“I imagine they’re here for the meeting.”

I narrowed my eyes, studying him. The man had sass of his own. And he was incredibly dry about it. It could almost slip past if you weren’t looking for it. But I was looking.

Oh, was I looking.

In the broad daylight, I took a moment sizing him up. And as it turned out, I’d seriously underestimated his handsome.

Wasn’t just a middle-of-the-night hysteria thing. The man was hot.

It wasn’t just his body or his size. The strong lines of his face were only made sexier by that lush mouth and the gorgeous eyes as he kinda squinted at me in the sun.

He definitely had the manly-as-fuck thing down.

Physically, the man standing in front of me checked off all the boxes on my hot dude wish list.

And he seemed to be looming just a little too close for someone who barely knew me.

Maybe after all this bullshit was over, in a day or two, I’d invite him to one of my shows and consider fucking him backstage.

If we could get through this meeting without him becoming so damn annoying that even his abundant rugged-and-handsome couldn’t save him.

“Well, let’s not keep my bandmates waiting. After all, they must’ve gotten here early. We sure did.” I smiled, happy to remind him of my fabulous driving.

He frowned a little.

“They must be really keen,” I went on. “Maybe Brody promised them beer.” With that, I turned and strode up to the house.

I wondered if he was looking at my ass. I wore a cropped jacket over my sweater, and it was a known fact that my ass looked juicy as hell in these leggings.

I didn’t even have to knock before Brody opened the door.

“Summer.” He reached to pull me into a quick, tight hug, which caught me by surprise. Brody was usually more of a firm handshake type of guy. At least, he was with me. Two hugs from him in less than seven hours was kinda freaking me out.

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