Page 27 of Piper's Pyro

I turned my attention to Russell. “If you need anything.”

“I won’t. But thanks for the help.” He drained his bottle with his eyes on me. It almost felt like he was punishing me, which was stupid. There was nothing between us but one night of sex. Incredible sex, but he kicked me out after one time.

“Okay.” I shouldn’t give a shit about this guy. I went to Flint and left without giving Russell a backward glance.

Mr. Cocksure was an arrogant asshole, so good riddance, dude.

Time seemed to pass while I was with Flint in the lounge. Mercy was with Singe. I wondered what Stitch would do if he saw her partying with the lead guitarist? She had maintained bikers weren’t her thing. Although Stitch was a doctor first and foremost. I guess rock stars were her thing. Couldn’t say I disagreed with her choices. Bikers had never turned me on.

Buff and Reign were at a table together, making out like the world would end any second. I had my leg draped over Flint’s with my fifth or sixth drink in my hand.

Funny how my imagination was nothing like my reality. I’d fantasized about Flint being desperately enamored with me, never able to get enough. He wasn’t giving me that vibe. He had a wandering eye, and women were throwing themselves at him right in front of me. I didn’t appreciate it.

I’d thought being with a rock star, a Flaming Triad would be everything and more than I’d dreamed about. It was ho-hum and anticlimactic. Nothing like the excitement I’d felt last night with…

No. Do not think of him.

A chill slithered down my spine, one I was familiar with when Mr. Cocksure’s eyes were fixed on me.

Don’t look for him.

Believe me, I won’t.

Not that I wasn’t curious.

“Flint, you’re the greatest singer to ever live,” a blonde chick screamed. She threw her arms around Flint’s neck, and her red claw scratched my cheek.

I hissed and reared my head back. “Watch it, bitch!”

“Hey, she didn’t mean to,” Flint said, defending the bimbo. He copped a feel of her melons as if I was non-existent.

I scooted away from him.

What are you doing, Piper? You’re not this stupid. Where’s your self-respect, girl?

I might have gotten caught up in the moment and thought I might be the woman to win Flint’s heart and take him off the market.

Foolish girl.

Flint was just being Flint, which was fine. It didn’t make him a horrible person. I still loved his music, but it was clear he wasn’t my type. I would never be the woman who’d compete for a guy’s attention. Either he gave it to me freely, or I walked.

As I nursed my, whichever number of drinks it was, lovesick women stopped at our table, and Flint ate it up. I was kind of bored.

“Hey, want us to walk you back to your room?” Buff asked with Reign tucked into his side. He checked his watch. “It’s after one in the morning.”

“No way. The night is still young.” Flint reached for me, but I escaped his grasp.

“I really should go. I work in the morning.” I wobbled a bit on my feet next to my brother.

“Call in sick, babe.” Flint waggled his dark brows.

“I wish I could. I’m sure I’d have an amazing time.” Not! I was bored out of my mind and would rather sleep than spend another second watching Flint kiss and grope his fans.

“You would.” He pushed out his chest like he didn’t care, which obviously meant he was offended.

“It was nice meeting you.” I kissed his cheek. “I hope you’ll bring the band back to Fargo sometime.”

“Yeah, sure.” He winked and turned his attention to another chick.

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