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Especially when one of the biggest deals of my career hinged on today.
I headed to the en suite to freshen up, throw some water on my face, and kick myself back into professional mode. A few days with Drew had really dropped my defenses, and I’d put my job on the back burner. I couldn’t forget the reason I was here.
Even if my mind was full of nothing but the man who’d been occupying my time. And my body.
An image of Drew naked as I’d stepped into the shower last night flashed through my mind, but his voice had me shaking it away.
“You ready?” he asked.
Nodding, I followed him out. As we walked down the hallway side by side, I felt Drew brush the back of his hand against mine.
Instantly, the tension in my shoulders began to melt.
Damn. I hated that I needed that small bit of reassurance to know the last few days hadn’t been a fluke. It wasn’t easy to let myself open up to Drew again, and the whiplash from today had my head spinning.
Just get through this weekend and you can figure this out with him.
A pair of voices arguing filtered out of one of the entertainment rooms, and while it didn’t sound like Levi or Viper, they were certainly familiar. I couldn’t quite pinpoint them until we came to a stop just outside the room.
From where we stood, we had a direct view of a couple of the Fallen Angel guys facing off against each other at a pool table, along with Levi, who stood at the side rubbing his temples. Slade, the heavily tattooed drummer, was racking the balls, while Jagger, the keyboardist wearing an immaculate suit I had to admire, chalked up his cue.
“Slade, for the last time, we’re not playing strip pool,” Jagger said. “This is custom Armani. It doesn’t belong on the floor.”
Slade rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. That’s never seemed to bother you before.”
“Maybe because Imogen’s the one taking my clothes off, ass. I don’t get naked foryourbenefit.”
“You act like I wanna see that shit anyway.”
“You’rethe one always getting people naked. Strip pool, strip poker, strip every time the Yankees score.”
“Guys, guys,” Levi interrupted, holding up his hands. “Can we keep the clothes on untilafterthe guests leave tonight? Thanks.”
That was all alotof information to get in about ten seconds, and I could see Drew’s interest was piqued as well. Before we could get busted eavesdropping, though, I knocked on the open door to get Levi’s attention.
He looked relieved at the distraction.
“Hey, perfect timing.” He held up a finger and turned to the bandmates. “You two try to play nice, or I swear to God I’m locking you in a closet for the duration of the party.”
Slade and Jagger grumbled behind him as they focused on setting up their game, and Levi gave us a tired smile.
“I’ll introduce you to those two after we’ve gotten you a drink. Shall we?”
He led us through the sprawling house to the bar being set up outside. The backyard was even more exquisite than the front. Meticulously tended gardens encircled the expansive decks, offering a panoramic view of the water below, and I had no doubt that come sunset it would be an even more incredible sight.
“What’ll it be?” Levi asked. “I think they’ve stocked every bottle you can think of.”
“Club soda’s fine,” I said.
Drew shook his head. “I’ll need something stronger.”
With a grin, Levi faced the bartender. “Two Macallan neat, please, and a club soda.”
I should’ve expected no less than the best at the party of a rock star, though drinking whiskey at noon would’ve knocked me on my ass. Drew, however, seemed more than happy to imbibe.
Once we had our drinks, it was up to the second floor, to what Levi told us was an office they’d converted into a lounge, since Viper wasn’t the type to sit behind a desk.
The room was somehow just as I’d imagined it would be: plush velvet couches and a couple of throne chairs surrounding a glass coffee table held up by…
