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Trent, Mason and Nick were so breathtaking that my mind buzzed from the memories, even if it was a unprofessional. But they couldn’t read my thoughts, right? There was no harm in thinking.
Sexy and huge.
At least six feet.
All dominant.
A trio of alphas just like the name of the band said.
After all, they were some of the most handsome men I’d ever seen with their piercing blue eyes and black hair. My heart beat so quickly while I was looking at them that I could barely control myself. It was like an animal had taken over my insides. The Katy part of me wanted to run and hide from their penetrating stares, but the animal half wanted so desperately to keep staring at them forever. And do more than that.
Stop it, Katy! That’s so unprofessional! You have a job to do.
I turned down an empty hallway and fell back against the wall, relieved to finally have something holding me up. Walking had become almost impossible. Thinking about the band and what I dreamed they would do to me was enough to drive any girl crazy. My knees still shook but at least I didn’t fall on my face, thanks to the cold, block wall holding me up.
Falling down in front of Alpha Prime would have been beyond embarrassing. My face got hot just thinking about it—and I got hot thinking about them.
Although everyone knew that the guys weren't related, they looked enough alike to be brothers.
Bright cobalt eyes.
Midnight black hair.
Smirking, gorgeous lips.
Muscled like MMA fighters.
Trent and Nick were covered in abstract tattoos up both arms and on their chests, but Mason’s tanned skin was completely ink-free. A buzz of arousal started in my stomach and spread everywhere. Tattooed guys have always been a downfall of mine, even though I was what most would call “a good girl.”
What was wrong with me?
Why was this happening?
Which of them was more gorgeous? I didn’t even know. Deciding would be impossible, even if someone put a gun to my head. Hopefully, that was a situation that would never occur.
Get it together! You’re not here to stare at them like a groupie. There’s work to be done!
But a girl could always work and stare, right?
I giggled, on the edge of hysterics. Someone could walk down the hallway at any given moment, and the fit of giggles would be hard to explain. I needed to calm down as quickly as possible, but it was like all of that gorgeousness had gotten me drunk somehow. Still leaning against the wall in the thankfully empty hallway, I slapped a hand over my mouth. Another giggle slipped out though.
Obsession flowed through my entire being when it came to the trio of sexy rock stars.
Did that make me a groupie?
Maybe it did.
Because after getting the job with Alpha Prime, I went online to look them up. Apparently, they were extraordinarily famous. Friends and younger cousins had shared plenty of their pictures and music videos on social media, but I had never given it a second thought before becoming their personal assistant. After all, the internet was oozing Alpha Prime. There were fan-pages, people doing covers of their songs, and dozens of news stories. Headlines included things like “Sex Symbol Rock Stars Rule the Stage Yet Again!” and “Is Alpha Prime the New AC/DC?” I had heard of AC/DC. My mother listened to them and swore that they were the sexiest men on the face of the Earth.
Based on the pictures on her vinyl, we would have to agree to disagree. The members of Alpha Prime were sexier.
The photos told me that Trent, the lead singer, would be the one I'd fixate on like all the magazines did. But the magazines didn't know an
ything, and neither did all of the fan-pages dedicated only to him. All three of them were equally beautiful men.
Heart-stopping.
Panty-wetting.
