Page 13 of Rock Hard
How could Alice do that to him? Sheknewhow much he hated the shifty black panther.
By the time he finished, the room was in complete and total shambles.
Rex was breathing heavily, feeling only slightly better after wreaking havoc. Hands on hips, he looked around at the devastation, his eyes catching on one of the promo posters for the Animals of Rock tour. He picked it up and took a closer look, his eyes narrowing to mere slits when a certain name jumped out of the lineup.
Johnny. Fucking. Prowler.
He hadn’t paid much attention to the other acts performing. Why would he? He was the top draw.
But, if Johnny Prowler was at Animals, then Alice was going to be there, too.
He hated the way his heart sped up at the thought of their paths crossing again. Maybe that had been Alice’s doing—to devise a plan that would put the two of them in the same place at the same time.
The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Alice was a proud woman. Too proud to come to him outright and beg for her job back. Setting up a “chance” meeting was exactly the kind of thing she would do. She would find some way to him, apologize for the way she had acted, drop some hints about wanting to come back.
Yeah.
Feeling better that he had worked that out, he opened the door and spoke to the crowd of cowering humans assembled there. “Someone get in here and clean up this mess. Ah, Stef, there you are. Let’s get started. We don’t want to keep my adoring public waiting too long, now do we?”
