Page 3 of Bonding the Band

“Aren’t you melting?” I asked. “Those pants look like they’d be boiling.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered conspiratorially, causing a shiver to roll up my spine. “They are. I’m dying.”

“I’d say you should take them off and cool down, but that might be a threat to your status as a paragon of maturity.”

His fingers brushed my throat as he smoothed my hair over my shoulder. “You’re looking a little flushed there, too, beautiful. You need to take something off to cool down?”

I poked his forehead and pushed him back, even though every instinct was singing and urging me to bring him closer. “I’m gonna give you a pass on that because you’reverypretty, and I’m sure you’re used to girls falling at your feet. Do you just hang around here and get the groupies the band doesn’t take back to their rooms?”

He gave a mock gasp and clapped his hand over his chest like I had wounded him. “That’s a vicious assessment. And no, I don’t get castoffs; I get first pick.”

“The ego on you is truly astounding.”

“That’s not the only thing I’ve got that will astound you.”

I pressed my hand against his mouth. “You’re terrible. I don’t even know your name, and you’re talking to me like that?”

He tugged my hand down and pressed a kiss against my palm, which had my stomach fluttering. “Hendrix.”

“That’s quite the name.”

Hendrix shrugged. “Named after the late great. My mom was a huge fan. I think you need to tell me your name now, too. It’s only fair.”

“Meadow.”

“Oh, soI’mthe one with ‘quite the name’ while you’re walking around named after lush pasture?” His voice was full of teasing, and those gorgeous full lips drew into a smile.

“What can I say? We both had eccentric moms.”

“Could I interest you in someplace a little quieter?” There was so much heat in his eyes, I had to give myself a second to breathe before responding.

I shouldn’t leave Clover. “I’m waiting for my friend.”

“She’ll be fine. They’ve got at least an hour in there.”

I chewed my lip and pulled out my phone, typing out a quick message to her.

Meadow:

I met a really cute staffer who wants to hang out while you’re in with the band

Clover:

GIRL, GO

Text me when you’re done “hanging out”

Her response almost made me want to refuse to go, but then Hendrix trailed his fingertips up my arm, making goose bumps erupt over my whole body.

I deserved a little fun…right?

What’s the worst that could happen?

Chapter 2

Meadow

“How do you have a key to the tour bus?”

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