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“Yep.” He meets her gaze. “Perhaps you could stop bad-mouthing us in them.”

“We don’t want to be talking about your band inourinterviews - but we always get asked. It’s a fucking nuisance.” She drops her burger to her lap. “Does it get easier?”

“No, not really.” He licks sauce from his lip. “But as you get more famous, make more money, you can call more of the shots. Plus you’re less paranoid about turning down opportunities, you can afford to be more picky.”

“I wonder if we’ll ever get to that stage.” She dips her French fry in ketchup and then pops it in her mouth. “It all feels so fragile. Like it will slip away any moment and we’ll be back to gigging in shitty dives and playing piano in restaurants and bars just to pay the bills.”

“It might,” he says, “that’s why you gotta enjoy it while it lasts.”

She leans against his arm, the sand rustling as she shifts her weight. “I am.”

He hooks an arm around her shoulder and pulls her close, something warm spreading in his chest.

This date has worked its magic on her.

Chapter 16

Her phone flashes with a new message and she picks it up from the seat beside her. West.

Where are you?

Before she’s finished typing out a response to him, another one comes through.

I saw you on the Late Show tonight. You looked like something I want to eat.

Tonight.

What is it about this Alpha? There’s nothing particularly unique about those words but just the idea that he was watching and admiring her has the gland at the back of her neck and everything between her legs throbbing.

She deletes her original response and types out another.

Oh really?

His response comes shooting in.

Then again you were shit talking about my band again.

Perhaps I ought to come round, bend you over my knee and spank that ripe little ass of yours.

She slides down the leather seat and peers up towards the driver. The darkened divider is up, giving her privacy. She’s pretty sure she can get away with this. She yanks up her skirt and flips around, stretching over the seat. Then she straightens her arm, angling the phone as she peeks over her shoulder. Her ass and her lace thong fill most of the screen, with her face just visible behind. She gives it her best seductive look, dropping her eyelids. She takes a few until she’s happy with the image, then she pulls her skirt down and leans back into the seat. She sends him the photo.

The phone rings almost immediately, but she waits six whole rings before she answers.

“Hi,” she breathes.

“You better not be sending anyone else photos like that, Omega.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you’d better get over here and tell me how much.”

“You didn’t tell me where you are.”

“In the back of a car. I’m nearly home.”

“You took that photo in a car?” He chuckles darkly. “You really are a naughty thing.”