probably did to every guy in every room she sang in.
He shifted again wondering if a bathroom break to grab his cock and relieve some of the pressure would be weird only five minutes into a meeting…
“So do you think you can maybe work with me?” She bit her lip and he imagined what that lushness would feel like wrapped around his dick. He jerked down on his pants, like it would somehow help how the crotch of his jeans was digging into him.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. I think so. We’ll have to rehearse a bunch if you want to be ready. Three or four hours a day at least. I need to see how your show runs and how we’ll work together.” How he’d manage being in the same room with her. Next time he’d definitely be relieving some pressure before they met up.
She tugged at the neck of her sweater and his jeans got tighter. Down boy, we’re not going near this one.
“Okay. Did you want to start now? Because I made some notes.” She leaned over to retrieve something from her bag and her perfectly framed ass made his mouth go dry. “Here.”
She handed him a notebook, her fingers brushing over his.
“Thanks.” His eyes dropped to the list she’d compiled. “Ambitious show.”
She smiled. “Yeah. It is. That’s why I was so panicked about losing my piano player.”
He opened his mouth to ask her about what happened, but shut it again. The less personal information he knew about her, the better. He would help her out with the Carmichael, but he couldn’t be her new full-time piano player. He wasn’t stupid. There’s only so much time a man can spend with a beautiful woman before he makes a move. No matter what lessons he’d learned in the past, he was still a guy. And every part of his hardened body knew that two weeks of rehearsals with this hottie was going to be like surviving the seven circles of hell—even if he took time before they met each day.
He glanced at the list again. “ Material Girl is one of your songs?”
A blush crept up her neck. A blush that probably would look amazing when she was naked and writhing beneath him. Screaming his name. Thrusting her hips against his. Sucking his cock… Holy shit he was so fucked.
“Yeah. Scott never really liked it, but I think it’s funny. Ironic, I guess.”
He looked her over. “Because you’re a material girl?”
She adju sted her sweater and Dan looked down. Her nipples were hard. Christ.
“What do you think?” she asked and a whole new side to her emerged. Was she flirting?
“Too soon to tell. I’ll le t you know in a week.” Even worse, he flirted back. Stupid. Stupid. He needed to get a hold of this. He sat back on the piano bench and signaled her to the stool. “So let’s start with that one then.”
She shimmied onto the seat and his eyes couldn’t turn away from the way her tight jeans clung to her thighs. This was going to be the longest two weeks of his life.
-3-
It was a grueling first week. Dan was a shockingly focused and unrelenting taskmaster. Avery worried she would put too much strain on her voice trying to teach him the show, but as soon as Dan heard her voice starting to falter, he’d insist they finish for the day and take her for tea at the coffee shop across the street from the rehearsal space. They talked too long, breaking only when he had to leave to walk his dog.
The tension Avery felt around him increased every day they were together. He was damn sexy, the way his body moved around the space, the way his T-shirt clung to his lean, hard form when he suggested a dance move. She was going to wear out her arsenal of sex toys before the gig was over. And maybe run out of batteries.
To make matters worse, he was incredibly talented. His ideas were completely in line with hers and he pushed her to take risks in a way Scott never had. Plus, the way he fretted over his dog was so cute that her cheeks ached from smiling whenever he mentioned his Nelli.
Nelson checked in often, popping in to