Free Sinners On Tour 05 Double Time by Olivia Cunning Page B

spread my legs and offer you lunch.” Okay, that was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that. She had to play a little hard to get. Very little.
    “I meant food. I haven’t eaten all day.”
    Her face fell. “Oh.”
    “Are you hungry?”
    “Yeah, sure. Can we stop by my work first? I need to quit my job.”
    He lifted a phone receiver and handed it to her.
    “I don’t want to call them. I want to do it in person. From a limo. I might even moon them.”
    “Where to?” a deep voice came from the phone receiver.
    “That’s the driver,” Trey informed her with a grin.
    “Oh. Right. I’ve never been in a limo before.” She hugged Trey again before lifting the phone to her ear. “Hi, can you fit this long thing through a coffee shop’s drive-thru?”
    “That shouldn’t be a problem, madam.”
    She giggled and covered the receiver with her hand. “He called me madam,” she told Trey.
    He grinned at her crookedly, his head tilted just so, and she melted.
    “I will need the address,” the driver said in her ear, drawing her out of happy-Trey-land.
    “Right.” She gave the driver the address and hung the phone back in its cradle. “Lunch is on me,” she said. “Where are we going?”
    “How about Spago Beverly Hills?”
    Her jaw dropped. She couldn’t afford that place. She hadn’t gotten her huge signing bonus from Exodus End yet. “Lunch is on you.”
    “I would very much like lunch to be on me.” He lifted an eyebrow at her, his gaze flicking toward her crotch and then back to her eyes.
    She swatted his shoulder. “You’re so naughty.”
    “Usually works pretty well for me. Not so much with you.”
    He was so wrong. She was utterly seduced. She had no idea why she wasn’t making out with him right now.
    In a limo.
    That belonged to Exodus End.
    Her band.
    She covered her mouth with one hand to hide her cheese-eating grin. She didn’t resist the urge to hug Trey again. He was entirely huggable. Entirely lickable. Entirely fuckable. They’d get to that eventually. She was too distracted to give him the undivided attention he deserved.
    “What do you want to do after lunch?” he asked.
    Was she seriously going to lunch at Spago with Trey Mills? When had her life become a dream? Oh yeah, about three hours ago. “Don’t you have important rock star stuff to do?” She tilted her head and shook it at him. He grinned. Again, she melted.
    “I’ll have to head back to the Midwest tomorrow for the next Sinners show, but I’m free tonight.”
    If she spent the entire day with him, she’d be flat on her back with his tight body above her by dusk. She felt the flush of desire creep up her throat. “I’m in,” she said without hesitation.
    The phone in the console rang. Trey picked it up and listened to the driver speak on the other end. “Did you want to order any coffee?” he asked Reagan.
    She shook her head. “The coffee here sucks. Guys come for the scenery. Just pull through and stop at the window.”
    She took the remote and started pushing random buttons. A TV came out of the ceiling. The song switched to something very hard and heavy. The window that separated them from the driver slid down. At last, the moonroof in the ceiling opened. She climbed up on the console and popped up through the moonroof. The driver eased the limo forward until she was even with the drive-thru window. She waved her arms but no one noticed her. “Tell him to honk,” she called down to Trey.
    The horn blared the intro to the Exodus End song “Bite.” Stacy, the college student Reagan usually worked with, turned at the sound of the horn. Her dark eyes widened and she yanked the drive-thru window open.
    “Reagan! What in the world?” She gaped at the limo and then pointed at Reagan. “Hank is pissed that you didn’t show up for work. He says he’s going to fire you.”
    “Tell ol’ Hank to come here,” Reagan said.
    “Why are you in a limo? Did you win the lottery?” Several of the other