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having this opportunity fall into my lap. Rebecca was going to freak when she came to visit. Seeing shows like this all summer was like a dream come true.
    I was mesmerized b y Cane and his stage presence. He knew how to work it like no one I’d ever seen. He was making eye contact and pointing to different people in the crowd. His smile alone had women swooning all over the audience. It was no wonder his band had risen to popularity in such a short time.
    Halfway through the set, he took off his shir t and threw it into the crowd. Some screaming girl caught it and I felt a small pang of jealousy until I looked back at Cane. He was ripped and I think his six-pack had a six-pack. His nipples were pierced and I wanted to tease them with my tongue before tracing the dripping sweat along the lines of his muscles. His jeans hung low on his hips, giving everyone a perfect view of the “V” that disappeared behind his waistband.
    My clothes were suddenly too tight and I needed a drink of water. This was too much; I had to get it together. A professional journalist wouldn’t be drooling over a lead singer like a fourteen year old girl.
    I walked back stage and grabbed a bottle of water from a big cooler. I was tempted to have a beer but I needed to keep my wits about me. I had plans to get Cane naked very soon, but acting like a silly, drunk fan girl wasn’t going to be very attractive.
    Rolling Stone wanted me to write this piece as almost a daily diary of the tour – pla ces we went and how shows went. I was also supposed to write features on a couple of the bands each month. The first one was Hookers and Hand Grenades. While all of the bands were very successful as well, they were the latest rising stars. Their latest single and album was number one on iTunes and people couldn’t get enough of them.
    I found the bag Drew had hidden for me and located a quiet corner. I pulled my laptop out and fired it up. I opened a Word document and started writing about my first thoughts on day one of my adventure. It wasn’t long before I had ten plus pages, describing the sights, sounds, and even smells of what I had experienced so far. I would take it later and refine it into something I could send my editor for publication.
    The band finished up while I was busy and came walking by on the way to their dressing rooms. They were hooting and hollering, while the groupies were screaming and following after them. Drew’s warning about what went on backstage after their show came to mind. I had to admit a small part of me was curious and wanted to watch – maybe even participate.
    After watching Cane in action on stage, I couldn’t blame these women for throwing themselves at these men. They were walking sex and having a piece of that if even for a littl e while had to be a major high. I still thought they were mindless bimbos, but it made a little more sense.
    Cane followed up the rear and his gaze caught mine befor e I had a chance to look away. He let out a yell, picking up one of the girls, and throwing her over his shoulder. He spanked her ass and she screamed in delight, throwing her shirt off in my direction. It landed at my feet and I rolled my eyes at him before they continued noisily down the hall. I was annoyed at the way they were carrying on but I was also slightly jealous of the girl Cane was carrying. I heard a door slam and jumped a little, breaking free from the thought.
    I had a feeling this assignment was going to be a little more than I bargained for.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Cane
     
    This tour was every rock stars’ dream . We were in a different city every couple of days, playing in the sunshine, with chicks everywhere in little bikinis. I’m pretty sure most of us were drunk 24/7. I had a buzz that never went away.
    The only damper o n the whole thing was Lindsey. She was poking her nose around in our business and asking a lot of questions. I didn’t have anything to hide; my life