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Then there was another, smiling behind pretty tight lips and twinkling eyes.

Maybe we could have some fun with this secrecy thing, after all.

Chapter Thirty

Everything that once annoyed me about her now held me captivated.

The way she would pace back and forth in front of the band, worrying that thumb against her bottom lip as she thought of ways to make us even more relevant than we already were. The way she checked her phone endlessly, responding to emails, taking calls, her voice never far away, always hovering close by. She had once been like a piece of furniture I always used to bump into while in a drunken haze. Now I was sober, and she was the most beautiful thing in the room because I’d finally seen the craftsmanship that had gone into every part of her. The room was beautiful becauseshewas in it.

I found my attention drifting to her on occasion, only to look up and catch either Dicky frowning at me, or Presley giving me one of those knowing looks that was attached to his goddamn cocky smirk.

We’d gone over several pieces I’d written. Big D picked out a melody to a track I wanted to callLeave This Party,and it only took an hour for everyone to be throwing their ideas back and forth.

Off the strip/Take the hit

All this time/Drowning in thoughts too loud

Then you

You

You

You

Told me to leave this party.

Leave it alone.

Leave it and come on home to you.

We were scratching words out and replacing them with others. Every time I thought my mind was putting up a brick wall, I’d look at the woman who was running a hand through her hair, and my eyes would drift down to her tight little arse, and I became inspired all over again.

I wrote while lying on the sofas. I wrote while sitting on the floor, propped up against a wall with a guitar in my hand. I wrote while kneeling beside the coffee table.

“I’m worried,” Hawk said to Coops.

“Me, too,” Coops grumbled in return.

“He’s…”

“Possessed.”

“Should we call a doctor?”

“We may need an exorcist.”

I looked up to find them both looking at me before I rolled my eyes and scratched my balls like their concerns were no concern of mine.

After two hours, I was struggling to not just outright stare at Jules. In work mode, she was incredibly fucking sexy. She had taken her blazer off, and her tight red T-shirt was tucked into the waistband of her slim jeans, showing off her perfect little curves, and the strain of her tits against the cotton material.

“Where are the toilets around this place?” I asked everyone in the room.

“Out those doors there, turn left down the corridor, and they’re at the bottom on the left again,” Dicky said as he tapped away at the laptop propped on his knees.

“Cheers.” I nodded, catching Julia’s eyes as I turned and offered her a look.

I wanted her.Now.

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