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“Yeah, we do okay. I was actually surprised you didn’t seem to know who I was. I sort of liked it. It’s been a while since I’ve met someone who didn’t know us.”

“Wow. That must be weird.”

“Weird? I never get that response, but yeah, it’s a little weird having people you’ve never met already know a lot about you.”

“I couldn’t imagine anyone would be that interested in anything I do.”

“I am.” He adds his award-winning smirk, and I’m ready to tackle him to the floor and let him know how interesting I can be.

“You trying to charm me, Mr. Jameson?” I smile over the top of my glass. Flirting. I can do this. I'm a bit out of practice, but it's like riding a bike, right? A rusty as hell bike. Fuck, he’s hot to boot.

“If I were? Is it working?”

“Maybe.” I hope my sly smile is coming off that way and not as some sort of nervous tick looking situation. He leans in closer. His sin and chocolate scent wraps around me like a warm blanket. I want to get under that damn blanket and bang one out.

“I can’t wait to find out.”

His breath tickles my ear and sends a jolt straight to my lady garden. I giggle. I mother fucking giggle. What the hell is it about this man that turns me into a giggling, babbling, fucking moron? He pulls away slightly, staring down at me.

“Sweet Glory, are you blushing?” Beck smiles as he reaches out and pushes a strand of my hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. Fuck yes. My face feels like it is as red as a damn tomato and hot. I’m hot all over.

I’ve flirted plenty in my time with good looking men, but this man, he’s in a league of his own.He leans back to my ear, gently sliding his hand down the hair he just tucked behind it. My body breaks out in chills at the contact, and my nipples could fucking cut glass.

“I’d like to see how far that blush travels.” I’m sure my intake of breath can be heard around the room. Visions of me naked underneath him assault my brain at the speed of light. Each one more sexualized than last.

“What’s going on over here? Are we telling secrets? I want to know!” Evelyn says as she comes over to poor herself another glass of wine.

Beckett pulls back and looks at me, and that smirk on that handsome as fuck face sets me on fire. He turns and walks over to Maddox and starts talking to him, Jen, and Christina.

I’m going to stab Evelyn.

Chapter Four

Beckett

Watching Glory from across the kitchen, I’m a hundred percent confident buying this apartment is the best decision I’ve ever made. It was a decision made easier when I came home from a European tour a day early to surprise my fiancée. There was a surprise all right…her in our bed with an old drum tech of mine we’d fired on the last tour for constantly fucking up. The attention was brutal after my break up from Tricia, which was leaked to the media, full of half-truths but mostly lies created by my ex. Of course, Tricia being the devious bitch she is, spun it to try and hang on to her second hand fame. She played the victim, and I allowed it to an extent. I had loved the woman and planned to give her my name. Unlike her, I was committed. I couldn't bring myself to fight back and attack her, but my band’s PR team managed to deflate the issue some in the press. The court of public opinion was still in session even several months later.

Tricia did manage to get a modeling career from it, so there's that. My heart gets broken, and she earns a six-figure income from it. Celebrity is a fucking twisted world. She still tries to call me and get backstage at shows, but I'm done with her ass. She fucked up too big to forgive. I have no reason to see her again.

And I couldn’t stay in that house after that, so I sold it. This move brings me closer to the rest of the band, our new studio, and I have a sexy neighbor.

Glory.

She’s got that naughty librarian vibe down. It works for her. Fuck, does it work for her. It works for me too. Ever since I saw her earlier she’s had my cock on notice. The few seconds she held the door for the movers gave me time to appreciate her form. Shoulder length, sleek, blonde hair. Red lips, that I have already imagined swallowing my cock more than once. Her curve-hugging pin-up style blue dress with polka dots and the tight cardigan over it only emphasized her nice tits. Long, luscious legs that ended in sexy heels rounded out the vision. It shouldn’t work, and I’m certain on anyone else, it wouldn’t, but on her, it was sexy as hell. When she disappeared into the building, I should have let her go on her way, but I wasn’t finished looking at her.

Her ass swaying in that dress enticed me to pursue. Once I was in the elevator with her, I assumed she would recognize me and the usual banter would ensue. I’d have her underneath me later. I couldn’t wait to peel that dress off her and have her down to nothing but those heels so I could see exactly how naughty a librarian she could be.

Only one problem.

She had no fucking clue who I was. And that shocked the fuck out of me. It’s been several years since a woman under fifty didn’t recognize me. The fact that Glory doesn’t know me strictly from my band or any of the stories that have made the rounds on social media and in the press is so damn refreshing. Especially after the stream of groupies I’ve been with since my engagement disintegrated.

When we shook hands, I had to stop myself from pulling her into me and just taking what I wanted. She was sweet and shy. She had no fucking clue how much hotter that made her. How much harder it made me.

Her eyes burned a hole on my ass the whole time I walked to my place. When I turned and caught her in the act, she blushed. And that flush of color sent a jolt straight to my cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Something needed to be done. I had to get Glory out of my mind. So while the movers arranged my desk in the bedroom, I took a cold shower that did absolutely nothing to relieve the raging hard-on Glory had caused. Instead of fighting it further, I gave up.I whacked it like a teenager while picturing Glory on her knees between my thighs as she looked up at me with those red lips wrapped around my cock.

I really haven’t had to jack off in years. Between being engaged and in the band, I was never at a loss for places to get off, but I just couldn't get her or all the nasty things I wanted to do to her out of my head.

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