Chapter 10

What wasthat? My best hussy impression? Could I have been more blatant in the art of throwing myself at a hot guy if I’d tried?

Groupies get special perks—a line even lamer than I carried a watermelon, which was saying a lot. On the upside, I hadn’t rubbed all over Liam’s delicious body. Not for lack of desire, because—holy macaroni—had those jeans hugged his muscular legs in all the right places, making me want to fall on my knees and worship them. Just the thought of them made my dick want to come out and say “hello.”

“Stand down,” I muttered to it.

With my face pressed into the pillow, the air soon grew hot and unbreathable. I rolled onto my back and drew a greedy breath, filling my lungs with fresh air.