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

furrowed as he turned his
gaze to the other men in the group. They were staring at him as if
he were a pod person.
    “What are you all lookin’ at?” Gabe grumbled.
    In unison, five pairs of eyes turned upward to gaze
at the ceiling.
    A waitress approached and set plates of food in
front of those who’d arrived before Melanie and Gabe.
    “Force!” The waitress whipped a black Sole Regret
T-shirt from her apron pocket and handed him a silver paint pen.
“Will you please sign this for me? All I need is Shade and my
collection of signatures will be complete.”
    “Sure,” Gabe said.
    “The concert last night was awesome! I was stoked
when I found out you all were staying here.”
    “Glad you enjoyed the show.” Gabe signed the
T-shirt, and the waitress took his order while the ink of his
autograph dried.
    He ordered for Melanie first—which made her feel
special, cherished even—and then for himself.
    “And can I get some fresh fruit as well?” Melanie
asked. She didn’t usually eat such a heavy breakfast, but her
stomach was up for it this morning.
    “No problem,” the waitress said. “What I wouldn’t
give to be in her shoes,” she muttered under her breath as she
walked away with her autographed Sole Regret T-shirt draped over
one shoulder.
    Melanie was suddenly delighted to be sandwiched
between two sexy rock stars and having breakfast with most of the
members of Sole Regret. Thanks to Nikki’s impulsiveness, she had an
amazing story to tell her grandchildren. She’d skip the sex parts,
of course.
    Apparently, Melanie wasn’t the only one who was
starving. Everyone with food fell silent as they devoured their
meals. Gabe held her hand under the table, stroking the sensitive
skin below her knuckles with his thumb.
    “I wonder where Nikki and Shade are,” she said.
    “Screwing in the sauna,” Adam said.
    Melanie turned her head to look at him.
    “He took two security guards with him to ensure
their privacy.”
    “Sounds hot,” Melanie said. “And I don’t mean sexy
hot. Hyperthermia hot.”
    “I’m sure it’s hella sexy hot,” Adam said. “And I’m
sure Shade will tell us all about it later when we’re bored on the
tour bus.”
    “I’m sure Nikki would prefer he didn’t,” Melanie
said, embarrassed for her friend. Yeah, Nikki could be slutty, but
she made no excuses. If she wanted to fuck a guy in the sauna, she
fucked him in the sauna. Melanie sometimes envied Nikki’s lack of
inhibition, but Melanie also pitied her, because she knew that what
Nikki really wanted was for someone to love her. She was just going
about it all wrong. Melanie recognized that she was going about it
all wrong too, but then she’d never expected to feel anything for
Gabe besides lust. She was feeling things for him that she had no
business experiencing, much less expressing.
    “I have some time after breakfast,” Gabe whispered
in her ear. “Are you planning on sticking around until the bus
leaves?”
    “Do you want me to?” she asked.
    “That’s a stupid question.”
    “You don’t want to fuck in the sauna, do you?” She
crinkled her nose.
    Beside her, Adam inhaled sharply and then started
choking. The guy who was sitting on his opposite side pounded him
on the back. Adam’s chains rattled in time with the pounding.
    “Are you okay?” Melanie asked.
    He nodded, still coughing, and reached for a glass
of water. He knocked it over when his attention diverted to Nikki,
who danced into the room, positively glowing with happiness. Or
maybe her face was rosy from all the time spent in the sauna.
Everyone at the table stood in unison, piling fancy cloth napkins
on the puddle of water spreading across the table. Nikki trotted
across the room and wrapped her arms around Gabe’s neck.
    “Did you have fun with Mel?” she asked, giving him
an affectionate squeeze. She tilted her head to the side, grinned
at Melanie, and offered her a little wink.
    Shade stopped behind her and cleared his