Free CRASH & BURN (Rule Breaker) by Susan Arden Page B

about spending money? Andy’s influence. Stylists were infamous for swaying his clients. This time, he’d enjoy the fruits of his team’s labors.
    “Jon, why didn’t you ever mention she was a mega-bombshell in person?” Pauline asked, tilting her head to the side.
    “She’s attract—” His mind blanked as the air surged from his lungs. Alana sauntered into the room. The change in energy was palpable, so thick the haze given off by the electrical charge had him tasting metal. Their gazes tangled, and Alana flashed a seductive smile at him. He slammed his glass down on the bar, and muttered to his staff. “Show time. Let’s go.”
    Walking with a slow, measured gait, he reminded himself to take it easy. So what if she’d thwarted his every directive? So what if all the men present stood on the balls of their feet, staring at Alana’s scantily-clad body? So what if she looked so hot, he couldn’t wait to rip the dress off her back? His pulse thundered. The blood vessels throbbed in his temples, and it felt as though his heart would burst into his throat.
    Alana turned to him, her soft, full lips parted, and she traced her mouth with the tip of her tongue. That act unhinged him further. He broke their magnetized gaze, looking for a way out of the room. Someplace he could take her and communicate his displeasure with sharp clarity in slow, arduous ways until she clenched around his dick and tugged on his hair.
    The reporter closest to them held out his hand to Alana, and Jon immediately understood he’d first have to deal with this God-awful press conference. “Let’s allow Ms. St. James and Orion to grab a drink and then set up. Questions will follow. Clarissa, get a white wine for Alana and take the other band mates to the bar. Alana—darling, you’re coming with me.” He curled his fingers tightly over her arm, very much wanting to mark her in some way, and he managed to hold it together long enough to move her inside the roped-off section where the band would appear.
    “What in the hell happened to the rest of your hair?” he managed through clenched teeth as they stood at the table and he pulled out her chair. The wires from two of the microphones were tangled and he picked them up, separating the lines. Her now-familiar scent impaled him. Wild and flowery and haunting. She pushed a hip into his groin, stepping in front of him. Was it a mistake? It happened again, only this time her fingers followed, tracing his erection.
    “I thought you’d like a change. After all, it was your idea that we fit in on the East side. New address, new style. I’m only trying to follow your lead.”
    “What are you nattering about? The other members of Orion have moved into the house. Nothing has changed between us. I very much intend upon keeping an eye on you.”
    “How’s that supposed to work out? Do you mean Clarissa?”
    “Now is not the time. I said we’d talk, and we will. At length.”
    “Watch your tone. It’s not what you say, but how.” She pinched his dick and he had to stop himself from jumping backward.
    “Jesus,” he hissed, leaning forward to replace the microphones on the table, and his jaw accidentally grazed her bare shoulder.
    “I thought I made it clear that I’m not going to put up with any asinine commands.”
    “Is that how you thank those who help you? My attorneys have worked all day to free not only you but your band from Tyler. Apparently, your manager had enough knowledge to insert a very clever legal clause in your first contract, giving one member the ability to sign away the lives of the entire group. You all gave him the right to be a bloody conniving thief.”
    Her eyes narrowed as she stared up at him. Dammit. He wondered how soft was soft when it came to her lips. Would kissing her again have him willing to risk everything he’d worked for, or was it a mirage brought on by their raw, powerful sex? Only one way to find out. An hour here, and then he’d sure as shit