Page 23 of Blind Attraction

“It’s fine.” He gave her hand another squeeze. “I’ll work something out. They don’t need me anyway. The focus is usually on Mason.”

“No.” She shook her head with a frown. “You’re not missing out on an interview because of me.”

“I’ll stay back and look after her.” Blake smirked at him. “You’re the important lead guitarist, remember. I’m sure I can find something we can both do to pass the time.”

Mitch clenched his jaw. Why the hell was Blake pushing him?

“I’d be happy to do that, as long as you don’t have to be there, Blake.” Alana held her head high and Mitch’s heart plummeted to the base of his stomach. Had she turned into a groupie already? Did she now want to see what Blake had to offer? “I think I’d be comfortable staying here with him.”

Her eyes focused closer to his face and her lips tilted up in a grin. “You said he was gay, right?”

Blake choked and held his hand to his mouth while he reached for a glass of juice from the trolley. Mitch’s veins flooded with relief and he threw his head back and laughed. His girl was a little tease.

“You told her I was gay?” Blake blurted.

“No, he didn’t.” Alana’s dimples deepened with her widening smile. “I was just trying to put you back in your place.”

Mitch’s laughter grew, echoing off the walls. Blake sat in silence, blinking at him with a gaping mouth. His girl was a tease,anda hard ass. He leaned over, placed a kiss on her cheek, and gave a cocky wink back to Blake.

“Right. I guess there’s always a first for everything. I can’t remember a groupie ever knocking back a three-way—”

“She isn’t a groupie,” Mitch growled, and the temperature in the room dropped. What was up with Blake? He wasn’t usually a trouble maker and yet he wouldn’t quit with the comebacks this morning.

“I think that’s my queue to leave.” Blake grabbed a pancake and began to lift off the bed.

“No!” Alana shook her head. Her brow furrowed and she reached out to stay him. “I was only joking. Please don’t go.”

Mitch stared at where her hand lay on Blake’s crotch and appreciated that his friend didn’t comment.

“Please tell me I don’t have my hand some place inappropriate.” Alana’s voice broke.

“You wouldn’t be the first woman we’ve shared, if that’s what you’re after,” Blake purred.

She yanked her hand back and snapped her eyes shut as she tilted her face away. “Excuse me for a minute.” She scooted from the bed and felt her way along the mattress.

“Alana, wait.”

She shook her head, the color now drained from her face. The women they were accustomed to would’ve loved the threesome invitation. Yet her hands shook when they reached for the wall.

He went after her, but the bathroom door closed before he got there.

“Is she OK?” Blake asked in concern.

Mitch had no idea. He wasn’t used to women like Alana, fragile and unpredictable. He’d grown to loathe the easy females who found a way to their hotel suites, but at least he knew what to expect from them.

“I don’t know. She’s been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours.” He stood at the bathroom door and knocked softly.

“Just give me a minute,” her voice wavered.

Instead of waiting, he turned the handle, giving her time to protest if she was using the facilities. When nothing came, he pushed the door open and went inside, closing it behind him. She sat on the counter, in the same position he’d pleasured her earlier. He tried to clear the image from his mind, to concentrate on the here and now, but he couldn’t dislodge the vision of her back arched in delight or her lips wide as she panted in release.

She sat in silence, her legs dangling above the floor, her hands gripping the edge. There were no tears, yet her eyes held undeniable sadness.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head and kept her lips clamped shut.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think Blake minded that you grabbed his Johnson.” He stepped closer, moving between her legs.

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