Free Hot Southern Mess (Hide Your Crazy) by T.A. Hardenbrook Page A

glared at me.
    “Does it matter?” I said, squaring off my shoulders as I stood my ground. These men need to figure it out, and I have no intention to play referee for them.
    “Well then you can walk your happy little ass right out the door there , Sweetie; buh-bye now,” the man seethed, narrowing his eyes and motioning with his hands for me to leave.
    “First, I’m not leaving. Second , I work for Stephanie. And third, you guys are going on in a couple hours, what in the hell is going on?” I slowly took a couple steps further into the room, noticing the thick tension still evident in the air.
    “Sorry, the guys are just having an argument over the set list,” the grey eyed man said, offering up a lopsided smile.
    Pretty sure my panties would have been wet, had I worn any today.
    “Alright, well what can I do to help?”
    “You can do nothing, and neither can Chance. We stick to the same line up since day one,” a tall blonde on the other side of emo kid spoke, not taking his eyes off the shaved head of the man across from him.
     
    From what I gathered in the few seconds I had been in the room, they were all pansy ass little babies that needed a hard spanking. Now, I wouldn’t mind dishing one out to the grey eyed one, but the others could suck it.
    “Did you guys ask Stephanie, I’m sure this could all be solved real quick with a phone call……………..” I muttered, reaching for my cell out of my back pocket.
    “That’s the problem ; she said we need to figure it out,” emo kid barked, rolling his eyes at me.
    I was starting to get annoyed with these guys, I mean come on. How hard could this fricken’ be?
    “Well , how about we start with introductions. Hi, I’m Molly,” I mention, offering a smile to the tense crowd.
    “Chance,” the buzzed head man said, while shoving his hands into his jeans.
    “I’m Eric, and that’s Jeremy,” the tall blonde spoke, nodding his head at emo kid.
    “And I’m Brantley; nice to meet you, Molly,” grey eyes chimed in, reaching his hand out for me to shake.
    I shot my left hand out and quickly realized that wouldn’t work, stupid girl . Extending my right hand out, I muttered “sorry” and let our skin make the connection. His hands were warm to the touch; soft palms, yet I knew he played guitar. The skin on his fingertips was thick and calloused over, an obvious indication on what instrument he used.
    His grip tightens around my small hand, and for a second I hoped he would pull me in and make use of my lips. But once again, this is a job. My ‘dream job’; remember that Molly.
    “Alright, well now that we have that behind us let’s figure this shit out.” Regretfully, I pulled my hand back from his and headed over for an unoccupied stool. I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks, making my lust very apparent for everyone in the room.
    “So, what can we do to make this work? Correct me if I’m wrong, but Chance wants to change the lineup and the rest of you don’t want to?” I questioned, desperately trying not to look at Brantley.
    “ It’s just the same thing over and over. I don’t see why we can’t just rearrange some of the songs; you know, liven it up,” Chance interjects, taking a seat next to the hottie with the grey eyes.
    My insides squirms when I catch his eyes; calm down there hussy .
    “We don’t have room for screw ups , Man; we change the lineup and someone is bound is fuck up,” Jeremy growled, the tension in his voice obvious.
    “So, I doubt this is going to be solved today. Considering you all have a different opi nion, and everyone is on edge, how about you stick to the same song rotation tonight, and then we can go at it tomorrow with fresh minds?” I didn’t know if this was going to work, but something had to break between these stupid boys. 
    “Hey guys, let’s just shelve it for right now,” Brantley spoke up, offering me that lop sided smile again.
    “Whatever , Man,” one of the others mumbled. I