Free One Night with Sole Regret 01 Try Me by Olivia Cunning Page A

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    “Kelly,” Owen corrected. He grinned as if he was in
possession of some guarded secret. Again, Melanie was much too
intimidated to pry.
    “Chicks don’t like the name Kelly,” Kelly said. “I
told you to start calling me Kellen in front of the ladies or just
stick with Cuff.”
    “But she’s with Gabe,” Owen reminded him. “You don’t
have to impress her.”
    Melanie wasn’t sure how anyone could tell she was
with Gabe. He’d started ignoring her the instant they’d sat
down.
    “I like the name Kelly for a guy,” she said.
    Kelly had long, brown hair and a raw sensuality that
seemed to reach across the table and grab her by the womb. She
definitely remembered him playing on stage the night before. And
poking fun at Adam and Shade. She wondered if his hair felt as
silky as it looked. It was definitely better kept than her own
unruly tangle of locks.
    “See, I told you that chick was just a bitch,” Owen
said. “Not everyone thinks your name is a girl name.”
    “You’re the only one who still insists on calling me
Kelly,” he said.
    “You’ll always be Kelly to me,” Owen said with a
sweet smile.
    “How did you end up with Gabe anyway?” one of the
other guys interrupted.
    Melanie recognized him as the cute roadie who’d
given Nikki her backstage pass the night before. Jack .
    “I thought you and that other hot chick were both
supposed to hook up with Shade last night. She said you two were in
love but still liked to double-team a guy because even a double
dildo is never as good as sharing one real dick.”
    Melanie chuckled nervously. All the band members
were gazing at her with interest now. Even Gabe had lowered his
menu. “Nikki made that up. We’re not lovers, just friends.”
    “You sure? The way she kissed
you . . . ”
    “I’m sure. She completely caught me off guard or I
never would have allowed it. We’ve never double-teamed a guy. Or a
dildo.”
    The roadie frowned. “But you two were so hot
together. I walked around with a boner half the night just thinking
about it.”
    Kelly reached over and slapped him in the arm.
“Don’t talk like that in front of a lady.”
    Melanie assessed Kelly a little more closely. She
wasn’t really attracted to men with long hair—or mohawks, until
recently—but he was gorgeous too. Strong features. Dark mysterious
eyes. A woman could get lost in those eyes for hours.
    “So what do you want to eat, Mel?” Gabe asked. “I
thought you were starving.”
    She settled her hand on his thigh and leaned closer
to share his menu. When he planted a gentle kiss on her hair, she
looked up at him hesitantly. He smiled. There was a longing in his
gaze she didn’t understand. It differed from the look of sexual
longing that made her crave his body. This one made her want more
than a single night with him. But that was stupid. She knew a
relationship with him would never work out. Why would he even
suggest it when he could have as many hot-and-heavy,
no-strings-attached affairs as he wanted?
    “What are you having?” she asked.
    “Steak and eggs.”
    “That sounds good. Will you order for me too?”
    “Of course. How do you like your steak?”
    “Medium-well.”
    “Eggs?”
    “Over medium.”
    “What do you want to drink?”
    Gabe was still staring at Melanie as if this totally
normal conversation meant the world to him. She cupped his strong
jaw in one hand, delighting in the roughness of his beard stubble
against her fingertips, and lured him closer for a tender kiss.
When she drew away, she stared up into his green eyes and released
a dreamy sigh. It took her a moment to remember he’d asked her a
question.
    “Cranberry juice, if they have it,” she said.
    “If they don’t, I’ll make sure they get it.”
    He ran a hand over her hair and twined one curl
around his index finger. The dead silence around the table became
noticeably uncomfortable. Melanie’s face warmed when she realized
everyone was watching them. Gabe’s brow