Free Toxic (Addiction #1) by Meghan Quinn Page A

going to keep your hair the way it is because we agreed we love it, but we are going to add a few more layers, maybe brighten Maisy up with a few more highlights. But nothing too drastic. Don’t worry. But we need hot as hell outfits tonight. There will be paparazzi scouring the steakhouse tonight to create a buzz about you, so we need you guys ready.”
    “OK…” Maisy said, looking nervously at Willow.  
    “It will be fun,” replied Willow, trying to ease her friend’s mind a little. “What do you have in mind for us?”
    Quinn held up two dresses and both Willow and Maisy’s jaws hit the floor. The label wanted to grab people’s attention, that was for sure. Willow was up for the challenge though.  
    She grabbed the dress and went behind her partition. “We’re going to rock the crap out of these dresses tonight, Maisy girl.”

Chapter 5
     
    The last thing Rook wanted to do was go out to dinner with Twisted Perfection, but since it was a media opportunity that the label set up for them, he really didn’t have a choice. He spent the rest of the day once again brooding in the back of the bus, but he got a lot of work done, which was good. He knew his ability to produce number one hits while sitting in the back of the bus was one of the main reasons why his bandmates didn’t push him to be more social.
    Cruz’s attempt to push Rook’s buttons about Maisy was still bugging him. Rook didn’t want to have anything to do with Maisy, but with Cruz in the works now, it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. Rook gritted his teeth and decided to let Cruz work his magic. If Maisy wanted Cruz, well then that was her own bad choice; Rook couldn’t do anything about it. Just a couple more days and he would be out of the hell of sharing a bus with her. He could make it a couple more days, right?  
    The guys and Quinn all waited outside the studio as Willow and Maisy were finishing up with hair and make-up.  
    “What’s taking so damn long?” Rook said impatiently
    “Hair and make-up got stuck in traffic. Cool your jets, Rook,” Quinn replied.  
    Like they needed hair and make-up, they were gorgeous enough as it was, they didn’t need any more primping.  
    Rook was uncomfortable as hell and it wasn’t just because he had to eat dinner with Maisy while Cruz hit on her all night. Quinn had Rook in a pair of stiff, tight jeans and a tailored button-up shirt that hugged him in all the right places, with the sleeves rolled up and some thin suspenders. His hair was freshly cut, but it was the perfect length, thankfully. He hated when it got too short. The guys were all wearing outfits like him and had their hair styled perfectly to Quinn’s liking. They looked good, but you could tell they were all uncomfortable in the new threads.  
    Rook was just about to complain again when the girls walked out. Rook had to hit himself over the head because he thought he was dreaming for sure. Willow came out first in a light pink, lace dress that was cut dangerously low in the front, hugged her entire body, and stopped at just above her knees. Her hair had more layers and her bangs were thicker and swept to the side.  
    Willow was not the reason that Rook was practically panting like a dog though. No, it was Maisy. She came forward wearing a mint green dress that was long in the back but short in the front. The hem touched her mid-thigh, showing off an expanse of toned legs sporting nude colored heals. A brown belt with a bow cinched her waist and the bra she was wearing was doing wonders for her cleavage. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in smooth waves and she wore a brown braided headband that cut across her side-swept bangs, giving her a bit of a hippie vibe.  
    She was drop dead gorgeous and all Rook could do was stare.  
    “Damn you girls look good,” Kaid said, as he walked up to his bandmates and held out both arms for them to hook their arms around. “I’m one lucky man. Where we headed?”
    They all got