I can think of several ways she could help me. And none of them involve her being in that dress.

“Yeah. Is there a girl in there with red hair? Flower tattoos on her arm?”

Blondie’s smile drops. “Yeah. Why? She your assistant or somethin’?”

I smirk. “No, but I’m hirin’.”

“Well, how about this.” She steps forward and runs her finger down my arm. “I give you my number, and when you’re ready to interview, you can call me.”

“Or how about you come back here this time next week and if I’m standing right here, you’ll know you got the job.” My lips tug up even more.

Agreeing to call a girl.

Fuck. That.

That’s an amateur move.

“Well played,” she whispers in my ear before stalking past me, making sure her tits brush my arm. Her hard, fake tits.

I prefer real.

The bathroom door opens and I look up straight into the eyes of . . . my little sister. Leila takes a deep breath and holds her hand up at me, touching two fingers to her temples. Her ponytail swings as she shakes her head. “Aw, hell no. I am not going to think about the fact that I just helped one of my best friends out of Spanx so she can fuck my brother.”

She opens her eyes, and I scratch the corner of my mouth, fighting my smile. She shakes her head some more, muttering “No, no, fuck no” to herself, and walks past me. I laugh as the bathroom door opens again. This time it’s actually—finally—Jessie walking through it.

She stops when she sees me. “What are you doing?”

“Waitin’ for you, sunshine. What’s it look like?”

“No need to be an asshole about it.”

“Didn’t you know?” I quirk an eyebrow. “Asshole is my middle name.”

She hooks a finger through one of my belt loops and tugs me behind her. “I figured that out when I was twelve. Let’s go before I regret this decision in the morning.”

I glance down at her hand and grasp her wrist, directing her to the bar. I lean right forward, grabbing the attention of the bartender again, and ask for two shots of Jack Daniel’s on my tab. They’re placed in front of me almost immediately, and I hand one to Jessie. “Regret this, not me.”

I throw my shot back and watch as she does the same, swallowing the harsh whiskey without so much as a flinch or a twitch. This girl just gets hotter and hotter.

She grabs my belt loop again, fire in her eyes. “I’m still pretending I like you. We should leave before that wears off.”

I laugh, throwing my arm over her shoulder and guiding her toward the exit. “Shame. I feel like a good, hard hate-fuck with you would be far more fun.”

“You want a hate-fuck?” she muses. “A hate-rebound-fuck. That sounds like a recipe for disaster.”

“No. It sounds like a recipe for the mind-blowin’ night I’m gonna give you.”

“Mind-blowin’ is hardly synonymous with a hate-fuck.”

I tug open the door on a black SUV, tightening my grip on her and making her stop. “Then you’ve never had a proper hate-fuck, have ya?” She opens her mouth to argue, but I help her climb into the backseat before a word leaves her mouth. Those heels are at least four inches, and I would feel personally responsible if she fell and hurt herself.

Plus I get a killer view of her ass as she bends over.

I take a gamble and my palm connects with her right ass cheek, the temptation too much. She squeals and scoots into the SUV quickly, leaving me laughing as I jump in after her. Her dress has ridden up her thighs slightly, and as the door is closed behind me, I slide across the leather seat toward her and ease my hand between her legs, curving my fingers around her thigh.

Jessie takes a deep breath in, turning her face toward me the smallest amount. Hesitation comes off her in waves, and I take her chin in my finger and thumb, guiding it upward until her eyes meet mine. “Your house or my hotel?”

“Hotel?”

“You think I’m gonna take you back to my mom’s?”

She opens her mouth then closes it again. “Ah.”

“Ah.” I smile, gently stroking my thumb across her thigh. “So? Where to? Because you don’t look so sure about either.”

“I’m not,” she admits softly. “But hey, I’m already gonna get shit tomorrow because I left with you, so I may as well earn a damn good reply. That and I’m technically out for a rebound fuck.”

“So you’re using me,” I murmur, moving closer and touching my lips to her jaw.

“Only as much as you are me,” she breathes as I kiss my way around the curve of her jaw to the corner of her mouth. I linger there for a moment, waiting for her to make the move, because I’m an asshole, but not that much of an asshole. “Hotel,” she whispers, her breath hitching. “Definitely the hotel.”

“Hotel,” I say loudly, reaching to knock on the partition. “The usual.” One loud rap and the car buzzes as the engine comes to life.

“The usual?”

“The usual,” I repeat.

Jessie’s face turns to mine, her brows drawn together and her lips barely a breath from mine.

And, sweet shit, I’ve been fucking waiting for this all night.

I kiss her, our lips molding together as I slip my hand around the back of her neck and her hair twines around my fingers and she grasps the collar of my shirt tightly. Her leg muscles tense as my mouth moves over hers.

She tastes like fucking cosmos. Sweet but tangy, sharp but fruity. Just like her. And it’s so fucking delicious that I pull her farther into me so I can feel more, taste more, of her.

She curves her body into me, one leg lifting and her heel brushing against my calf. I take my hand from between her legs and grab her hip, maneuvering her on top of me. Her knees fall to either side of my hips and she gasps as her center pushes against my already hard cock, straining against my jeans.

The slight part of her lips gives me the opening I need to flick my tongue against hers. I do it, tentatively, waiting for her to respond, handing her control I know won’t last.

When she’s on top of me this way, her pussy against my cock with only two pathetic layers of fabric between us, my own control is severely waning.

I wrap my arm around her as she wraps her hand around my neck and grasps my hair and kisses me, tiny moans leaving her mouth. If I could flip her onto her back and get the driver out of the car and fuck her right here on the backseat, I would. I would lift that sinfully tight dress, tug her panties away by whatever means necessary, and bury myself inside her before she could utter my name.

“Sir? We’re here.”

The driver cuts through the kiss, and I rub some lipstick from the side of Jessie’s mouth before pushing her up and off me. Her harsh breaths cut through the air, and I tug on a lock of her hair before I adjust my pants.

“Thank you,” I say, reaching for the door and knowing it’ll be charged to the band’s account. I glance at Jessie. “You good?”

She glares me at—a look full of frustration and so much desire that it burns into me. “Move. Now.”

I laugh as I get out of the car and swing her out with me. She squeals as I set her on her feet, but I wrap my arm around her waist and guide her toward the hotel. A porter dressed in a suit opens a side door and tips his hat, so we avoid the revolving door.

“Thank you, sir,” I say, nodding at him and pulling Jessie through into the lobby. She smiles at the porter, echoing my thanks. Damn, she’s polite when she’s talking to someone other than me.

We walk across the lobby toward the elevator and I reach forward to push the Up button. Jessie shivers in my hold, inching toward me a little closer. I pull her closer and smile into the top of her head, my cock still straining against my jeans.

Next time, I’ve gotta wear boxers.

The elevator doors ping open and an older couple walks out. The gentleman nods his head in my direction with a knowing smile, the old dog, and I return it out of courtesy, gently pushing Jessie into the elevator.