Page 100 of Dirty Rock

“Fuck Julia,” I whispered under my breath.

“What’s that, doll?”

I turned to my right to see a stunning woman with long flowing blonde hair and bright red lips sitting on the stool beside me. She wore an off the shoulder gold, sparkly top that showed off a very biteable collarbone and slender neck, and her tight jeans cradled her curvaceous thighs, which were currently crossed as she sat there, holding her champagne glass delicately.

I didn’t even need her to speak to knowthiswoman was the kind who could chew you up, spit you out, and never think of you again.

“I didn’t say anything,” I told her.

“Fair enough.” She took a sip of her drink, never taking her eyes from mine. I caught a glimpse of her wedding finger and saw no ring of any kind. Maybe Icouldtry the whole flirting thing again with this one.“Nice to finally meet you,” she said when she lowered her glass into her lap.

“There’s no name badge on you. You’re going to have to help me out.”

“Molly. I’m a friend of Tessa’s.”

“Molly,” I repeated, testing it on my tongue. “How come I haven’t seen you around before now?”

“Life on the road with a rock star isn’t exactly my style, doll. I see Tess when she comes home, which isn’t nearly enough.”

“That’s because she’s always got her lips wrapped around Presley’s dick these days.”

Molly laughed. “I can’t blame her one bit.”

“Jeez.” I scowled, offering her a sarcastic smile. “Is everyone a fan of theirs?”

“It’s hard not to swoon when you see true love play out.” Molly tipped her beautiful head to the side, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Any other time, I’d have been asking her to the toilets for a quickie already.But, fuck, every time I saw a pretty woman, my dick cried out for Jules.

Maybe my heart did, too.

I cleared my throat and ran a knuckle over the top of my nose, pushing that thought away. “Yeah, I don’t seem to have that problem.”

“Jealous?”

“Of them?” I asked sharply. “No.”

“Is there anyone important in your life?”

“Kinda nosey for someone I’ve just met, aren’t you?”

“That, I don’t deny.” She smirked. “Now answer the question.”

“There are important people in my life, sure.”

“Romantically?”

“Fuck, you’re eager.”

“Nosey. Stick to the script.”

“Why do you want to know? You interested in what you see?”

Molly tipped her head back, her long blonde hair cascading down as she let out an almighty laugh the whole bar could probably hear. Her chest bounced, and it took her a moment before she looked back at me with a bright white smile and watery eyes.

“Oh, sweetie. I would destroy you.” She chuckled.

I opened my mouth to protest—to assure her there wasn’t a woman in the damn world who could destroy me between the sheets—but I was cut short by the figure that stepped in between us.

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