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Oh,Jesus.
Did he have feelings forher,too?
What a fuckingdisaster.
Had he even thought about her job while he was sticking his dick in her? How important it was to her? Because the reality was, Zane held the cards. If it was Maggie or Zane, she’d have to be the one to go. Zane was the face and the voice of Dirty, and as valued as Maggie was, the band was never going to fire their lead singer, a founding member, so they couldkeepher.
I wasn’t exactly in a position to give relationship advice, though, and even if I was, Zane wouldn’t hear it from me. Little sisters weren’t really qualified to give that kind of advice. Jesse had never taken my advice over the years, even when I warned him not to go there with Elle because he’d break her heart. I’d seen that one coming from miles away, but did he listentome?
Nope.
“How’s Brody?” Zane asked, his cool blue eyes stillonmine.
I planted my hands on my hips. “None of yourbusiness.”
His pierced eyebrow arched and I didn’t love the smirk twitching onhislips.
“Whatever. Get out of my way.” The Viking grin was back as I brushedpasthim.
I hit up the ladies’ room and checked myself out in the cracked mirror. I looked a little buzzed, since I was—a few beers and a couple of Zane’s joints had taken care of that—but not in a bad way. And the silver halter was doing my figure some majorfavors.
Surely Brody had noticed that, even if he’d barely given me aglance?
Pretty much every guy who’d talked to me tonight—or even brushed past me—had put his hand on my bare back, which meant this top was doingitsjob.
How could Brody ignore me if I cornered him,wearingthis?
Lethimtry.
In my slightly buzzed state, I couldn’t imagine any other outcome to that maneuver other than Brody and me promptly making up, thenmakingout.
All I had to do was get himcornered.
I peeled off my bra, dumped it in my purse, and went braless. The slippery fabric of the halter against my bare breasts felt like the promiseofsex.
On second thought, I took off my panties too, then put my jeansbackon.
Then I smoothed my hair, took a breath, and went to find Brody—and sex him intosubmission.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Jessa
When I steppedout into the bar, I found big gates locked over the public entrance and Faith No More’s cover of the Commodores’ “Easy” playing from the speakers all around the bar—to an almost-empty room. But I did find Jude, at a high table in the corner with Piper and a couple of other guys in Kings leathers. They were the only ones left inthebar.
I didn’t see Brody anywhere, and I stopped in mytracks.
Would he seriously have left? Already? It wouldn’t be like him to leave a gig he’d organizedbeforethe band did, but maybe he was really that madatme?
How the hell was I going to sex him into submission if he wasn’tevenhere?
I started across the room toward Jude—but then hewashere, out of nowhere. Right in my face… taking hold of my arm and steering me back into the ladies’ room, as Jude met my eyes and kind ofsnickered.
Once we were inside, he shut the door and shoved the garbage can upagainstit.
“You’re here,”Isaid.
“Yeah,” Brody said flatly. “Soareyou.”
