Page 160 of Dirty Like Zane
I sent him an emoji of two dudes holdinghands.
He sent me back aheart.
And a photo of mywife.
I stared at it, lifting the phone toward my face. Obviously taken at some party, it was a closeup of her face—and her perky tits, in a sparkly top that dipped low. Maggie’s tits weren’t large, but she definitely knew how to work what she had. She was looking at someone off-camera and had a saucy look on her face, and the whole thing was just begging for a caption like:sexy bitch I need tofuck.
I actually dug out my glasses and put them on. Where the shit did he get thatphoto?
I downloaded it, obviously. Definitekeeper.
Then I noticed the slender arm slung around Maggie’s shoulders—and realized Jesse had cropped his wife out of the photo, just to fuck withme.
Asshat.
“Babe?” I called out. “You off thephone?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve gotta run soon,” I told her while I answered Dylan. He’d popped into the chat; had to get him to stop fingering his woman next. “We need to do a little rehearsal at soundcheck.”
“Rehearsal?”
“Yeah. I’m adding a song into tonight’s setlist.”
Maggie came out of the bathroom, putting in her earrings. “You’re changing the setlist?”
“Yup.”
“Please tell me you’re keeping the encore the way it is, though. I love the progression of ‘Blackout,’ ‘Road Back Home’ and ‘To Hell & Back’ at the end of the show. It’sperfection.”
I grinned at the compliment. Call me a vain asshole, but I fucking loved it when Maggie complimented me, even indirectly. “Okay, babe. No changesthere.”
“What are you changing?” She turned my notebook, which was sitting on a table, toward her, taking apeek.
“Uh, none of your business, Miss Nosy Manager Type.” I gave her a sharp look and went back to myphone.
She rolled her eyes. “So sorry, Mr. RockStar.”
“And it’s not in there. Just come to the show and you’ll find out with everyoneelse.”
“Oh, yeah?” She slinked over to me and dropped into my lap, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, pressing her hot little bod up against me and playing with my hair. “No special privileges for the wife of the frontman,huh?”
“Nope.” I slid my hand down around her hip and cupped her ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. “None atall.”
“Huh. Maybe I’ll have to rethink this whole marriage thing, then…” She started to get up, but I yanked her tight against me, tossing my phone aside and using both hands to lock her ass inplace.
“How about you stick around, I throw in someperks?”
“I’mlistening…”
“Front rowseats?”
“I preferbackstage.”
“Backstagepass?”
“Already haveone.”
