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“And you, Mr. Locke?”
“I’ll just take a water, Sam.”
“A water? What are you twelve? Order a drink.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Since when?”
The stern expression on his face answered my question. “You really need to relax on the control. It’s a drink, not heroin.” I glanced at the bartender. “Do you have TX Straight Bourbon Whiskey?”
“Yes.”
“Great, he’ll take one of those, no ice.”
The bartender turned, getting our drinks ready.
“What?” I asked, taking in the same stern expression. “You used to love that liquor.”
“So we’re back to you knowing who I am? How long is it going to last this time?”
“Why do you have to ruin every moment?”
He leaned in close to my face, and my stomach fluttered. The strong smell of his cologne assaulted my senses.
“I used to love a lot of this. Some I still do.”
“What do you mean—”
“Oi!” a familiar voice hollered from across the room.
While another familiar voice called out, “There’s our girl!”
Julian stared from them to me. “Their girl?”
“Look at you, Autumn Bum Bum.” Jude, the bass guitarist from Life of Debauchery, looked me up and down.
It was his silly name for me, meaning my ass was nice.
“She’s mine first,” Beck, the rhythm guitarist from their band stated, standing in my face.
“Hey there,” I greeted, amused.
They were by far my most entertaining clients.
Beck didn’t hesitate, instantly picking me up off the ground in a warm, tight embrace.
“Mate, don’t bloody hog her.”
As soon as Beck put me down, Jude did the same. Except he twirled me around in a circle and then kissed both my cheeks.
“Fancy seeing you here in Miami.”
He set me down. “Likewise.”
“We’re on tour, and I’m fucking knackered.”
“You’re always fucking knackered.”
