My Heart's Blood (Hard Love & Dark Rock #1) Read Free Page B

tug things out of place."
    "My ass is hanging out!" I said.  "I can’t go out in this!"
    "Stop, stop.  Leave it.  Leeeave it."
    "I’m not a dog, Becca."
    She shot me a hard look.  "Well then stop acting like a bitch.  Your ass looks super hot.  There’s nothing wrong with the skirt, so don’t mess with it."
    "Nothing wrong with it!"
    "Listen, Anne.  We’re going to a super-exclusive concert tonight.  Not many people get to go to this, and the ones that do are gonna be bringing their A games, understand?  It’s a small club—only two hundred people and the band.  There is never going to be a better chance to meet Trace LeBeau than this.  Wouldn’t you like to meet him?"
    "I… I can’t even imagine meeting him.  It just doesn’t seem like the sort of thing that could happen."
    "But if it could happen, if you had to choose between meeting him and not meeting him, what would you choose?"
    "I…"
    "What would you choose?"
    "To meet him."
    She nodded her head once.  "Well, there’s never gonna be a better chance to meet him than tonight.  But everybody else that’s going tonight knows that, too.  And they’re all gonna be bringing their A games, so that means you’ve gotta bring you’re a game too.  You’ve got great tits, a banging ass.  Use what you got, and who knows what might happen tonight.  It could be better than anything you read about in those books you’ve always got your nose buried in."
    I shook my head.  "Becca, I’d be thrilled just to see the band.  And seeing them in a special small venue show is already way more than I ever expected.  I can’t even imagine what it would be like to actually meet them."
    "Listen, Anne.  Sometimes girls get to go home with the band, you know.  Why can’t those girls be us?"
    -
    We cut across campus and jumped on a metro train, headed downtown.  I grabbed a seat a row back from the door—I was sort of trying to hide because the glaring lights in the train made me feel even more exposed than the barely-there outfit already did—but Becca seemed too excited to sit down.  She stood in the aisle, throwing her hands around, gesturing wildly and telling me all about what an incredible night we were gonna have.
    "Anne, tonight is gonna be totally off the chain !" she crowed, loud enough to make an old Chinese guy turn and scowl.  "You look hotter than a three alarm fire, and I know that Ronnie is gonna hook us up with prime spots at the show.  This is gonna be epic !"
    We got off at Van Ness Station, pushing our way through the crowd.  I had my arms up in front of my chest, trying to keep my boobs from popping out, but that left my backside unprotected.  Before we slipped free from the crush of people on the platform, I felt somebody pinch my butt.  Twice.  My face blazed hot, and I'm sure I must have been blushing brighter red than a stop sign.
    "What is it?" Becca said.
    "Somebody just grabbed my butt," I said.
    "Oh, that was me," Becca said.  "Sorry.  Couldn't help myself.  Your ass just looks too fantastic in that skirt!"
    The city was swarming with people up on street level, too, folks all dressed up for Friday night.  We passed by the Symphony and the Opera House crowds—all grey hair and conservative suits—and made our way up to the Tenderloin district.
    The crowd around Club Hemlock was massive, with people spilling off of the sidewalk and out into the street.  Almost everybody was dressed in black, and plenty of women were wearing outfits even more revealing than mine.  Tight dresses, high heels, long hair spilling down over low-cut tops, and plenty of fishnet and lace—it looked like a casting call for a Belletrists video, with a mob of supermodels dressing goth-rock for the part.
    Suddenly, I felt like a little kid who'd wondered into a party full of beautiful, sophisticated adults.  On the train I'd been embarrassed about how revealing my outfit was, but when I saw how many beautiful women there were in the crowd, it