Page 6 of Dirty Fantasy

She bailed on me. When was the last time a woman avoided me?

Mick couldn’t remember.

“See you later, ladies. I’m hanging with the boys tonight.”

“But they’re fucking our friends.” Janelle pouted. “Just let me blow you, Mick. You know you love it.”

“Not tonight.”

The way Tana Zephyr had looked when she heard the girls fighting over him made him feel like he’d done something wrong.

I’m Mick Vines. I do whatever and whoever I want.

And tonight, he wanted to be doing her.

But that wasn’t happening now.

“Mick.” Jimmy’s voice came from the hallway.

“Yeah, man?”

“We partying or what?”

“I don’t know. I was looking for Tana.”

“She left during the encore.”

“Fuck. Really?”

Jimmy tilted his head. “Why?”

“I wanted to talk to her.”

“I heard you did that before her set.”

“I did.”

“Fuck, you’re trying to nail her, aren’t you?”

Mick didn’t deny it.

“Dammit, Mick. She’s so new. The last thing we need is the press hating you because you wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’d America’s newest sweetheart.”

“Wait. You work for me⁠—”

“Which is why I care, Mick. We gotta rehab that rep of yours. I’ve got two publicists coming up with game plans, and neither include her.”

“Then fucking change your plans, Jimmy.”

“I should’ve known that’s why you wanted her here. Fuck, man. We’ve got a whole tour. You can’t nail her the first night and break her heart.”

“She dodged me, Jimmy.”

“Wait, what?”

“You saw her leave. I’d asked her to have a drink with me tonight. She bailed.”

Jimmy’s mouth dropped open. “No way. A woman immune to your charm and star power? Never thought I’d see the day.” He paused. “Wait. America’s sweetheart. America’s country Romeo. What if … oh damn, this is good.”