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Before she could analyze it, she pulled the tank over her head. It actually made for a cute layered look in the mirror, paired with her blood red tank and black jeans. But it was Tristan’s white ribbed shirt that clung to her hips and tits.

At least she could keep his scent on her skin a little longer.

She didn’t have it in her for another half dozen hours in heels, so she tugged on black ballet flats. Then she stuffed the rest of her things in her bag and opened the door.

West looked up. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Hopefully, Mol won’t be on a tear by the time we get there.” West opened the door.

No one was in the hallway as they left.

Her heart kicked harder when she met a few people on the stairs. Not partygoers. Seemed more like the cleaning crew. Everyone else appeared to have left.

Thank God.

She unearthed her phone and winced at the time. Yeah, she’d definitely fallen back asleep for more than a little nap.

“Oh, shit.” Tristan’s number. Fuck. She dropped her bag. “One second.”

“What?”

“I forgot something.”

“Call them and we’ll have them mail it.”

“No.” She started running. “It’ll just take a second.”

West threw his hands up. “You’re killing me, dollface.”

She pounded up the stairs and caught the maid going into her room. “Hi, um, hi.” She held up a finger as she caught her breath. “I forgot something on the…”

The maid nodded toward the desk. She was in her forties with laugh lines bracketing her mouth and crinkles around her eyes. “Perhaps the man’s phone number on the desk?”

Juliet felt the flush race up her neck. “Yeah.”

“It’s still there.”

Juliet retrieved the number and stuffed it in her pocket. “Sorry. Thanks.”

“Must be worth the number.”

Juliet’s lips twitched. “You could say that.”

“Jules!” West bellowed up the stairwell.

“I’m coming.” She rushed down the stairs, the little piece of paper burning against her thigh.

“You’re going to have to answer to Dragon Lady now.”

“Crap,” she muttered.

Dragon Lady was the nickname for Lila Crandall, the band’s rep from their record company, Ripper Records. From what Juliet had been told, the name had originally been dev

ised by two of the members of Oblivion, one of the first bands Lila had managed at the label. Juliet’s brother-in-law Simon Kagan was one of the two, as he was Oblivion’s lead singer. The other was Nick Crandall, Oblivion’s lead guitarist, who ended up being Lila’s husband.

Though that had happened after the Dragon Lady nickname had been created. Or so Juliet assumed.

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