“What about dating? Didn’t you go out on dates?” Everett asks.

I laugh looking around at all their curious faces. They really do want to know the answer. “My dating record isn’t great. I usually ended up with boring guys that only cared about work, too.”

“So, what you would just sit around with your man and work?” Kegan asks, laughing.

I groan and cover my face. “Yes.”

They all laugh, and I end up joining them. It really does sound pathetic.

“But look where it got me,” I say, sweeping my hand out toward them all.

“In charge of four assholes,” Everett jokes.

The night continues and it’s the most fun I’ve had, yet. They all tell me about growing up in New York and what it was like starting the band. Remi tells stories of him and Olivia and I watch as a sadness washes over each time. Everett tells me how he learned to play the drums without any lessons. That he just started listening to the music and playing it. Lane tells me what it was like growing up with Kegan as his older brother. How he would kick Lane out of their bedroom so he could be alone with girls. Kegan, he tells me how he’s living his dream and he thinks it’s cool I’m living mine.

We’ve moved out to the bar about an hour ago and the fans that keep coming are impressive. Groups of fans, males, and of course the females. They all want autographs or photos or both. There is screaming, giggling, and downright awe when the fans notice the guys. It intrigues me watching how each of them interact with the fans. It’s so easy to see that they love every second of it, as they should.

Kegan hands me my fourth shot of the night and grins. “Last one,” he says. I take it and he grabs my hand. “Truce?”

I nod my head, searching his dark heated eyes. “Truce,” I say.

We both toss back the shot, and he grabs my hand. “Come on, let’s go dance with them.”

I’m feeling good and I’m excited to get out on the dance floor. Is it professional? Hell no. Do I care in this moment? Not even a little. The label wanted me to be with them and I’m gaining their respect more by h

aving fun with them. I regret nothing.

The dance floor is crowded, and I have no doubt it’s the four famous, sexy men on it. Women are all over them and for the most part they are good about it. Everett keeps getting a little handsy, but nothing I’ll need to worry about.

I begin to move to the beat as I watch everyone around me. Lane and Everett have two women each on them. Remi is standing off the side of the dance floor talking to a group of people. Kegan, well he’s behind me. I haven’t turned my head, but I know he is. I can feel his huge presence. I continue to shake my body and moan when a slow song comes on.

Kegan grabs my hand and tips his beer toward me. “Would you like to dance?”

I lift an eyebrow and step a little closer to him. “With you?”

He laughs, wrapping an arm around me. I rest my hands on his shoulders and we move slowly to the beat. “I was trying to run you off with the flirting,” he admits, rubbing small circles on my lower back.

“I know,” I say.

“I don’t like to be told what to do,” he says.

I move my hands down to his chest and back up again. “That was clear from the second I met you. You weren’t welcoming.”

He nods as he takes a sip of his beer. My body moves against his as he tightens his hold on me. It’s every bit the turn on he wants it to be, but it’s also more. It tells me that we are truly moving in the right direction. That when Remi said I was a friend, they all meant it. All because the big guy finally said it was time.

“They all idolize you; you realize that right?” I say.

“They depend on me,” he corrects. I lift an eyebrow and he hands his beer to a waitress walking by. He places his free hand right above my ass and my eyes shoot to his. He pulls me closer to him and my heart beats faster.

“Lane makes decisions with his heart. Everett makes decisions with his gut. Remi makes decisions by overthinking. I make decisions with my head that are based on facts. They depend on me to do that. You laughed earlier when I said I’m a nice guy and I deserved that. I am an asshole until I know someone can be trusted.”

I move my hands down to rest on his large biceps. “So, you trust me now?”

His hands move up and his thumbs rub against my bare back. “I’m starting to.”

I smile at him and just like in the elevator the air around us shifts. He searches my eyes and I notice his swallow. I bite my lip and tighten my hold on his arms. I’m suddenly very aware that his arms are around me, his hands are touching me, and his body is pressed against mine. Both of us begin to breathe heavier and I’m willing to bet his pulse is racing like mine.

“You guys realize the song ended right,” Lane says, breaking the bubble.