One Night with Sole Regret 01 Try Me Read Free

that. That’s why it’s a ruse. I didn’t
think you’d actually want to sleep with him. Or me.”
    Nikki’s bottom lip jutted forward, and she gave
Melanie her please forgive me, bestest best bestie look, her I can’t help but be impulsive look, followed by her you
know you love me look. The bitch. She knew Melanie would
forgive her because Melanie did love her and worried about her
impulsiveness getting her into big trouble someday.
    “I can’t believe you’d use me just to meet some rock
star, Nikki. I’m not sure why I’m friends with you. All you do is
cause me grief.”
    “But I’m a good kisser, right?” Nikki winked at her
and laughed. “I never realized what great tits you have, Mel.”
Nikki lifted both perfectly manicured hands and made squeezing
motions in front of Melanie’s boobs. “Can I suck on them?”
    Melanie crossed her arms over her chest. Nikki was
always making stupid remarks like that. Good thing Melanie didn’t
take her seriously.
    “Don’t be mad.” Nikki dropped her hands and released
a heavy sigh. “I got us backstage didn’t I?”
    “I didn’t even want to come backstage.”
    “Sure you did. Let’s go find some alcohol. I’m going
to need a little liquid courage to approach Shade.”
    “Go by yourself. I’m going to go wait in the car.”
Melanie turned to find the nearest exit.
    “No, you’re not.” Nikki wrapped an arm around her
shoulders. “You’ll just end up worried about me in here with a
bunch of—what do you call them again?”
    “Freakish assholes?”
    Nikki laughed. “Among other things. Just do this one
thing for me, Mel, and I’ll never ask you for anything ever
again.”
    Melanie snorted. “Uh huh. Yeah. Sure.”
    “I won’t.” Nikki hooked Melanie’s pinky finger with
her own. “Pinky swear.”
    Melanie released a frustrated sigh. “Where’s the
booze?”

Chapter 2
    Gabe climbed out from behind his drum kit, both
thighs weary with fatigue. He stretched his aching back, wincing as
he twisted to one side. Thirty years young and he could safely say
he was getting too old for this shit. Jack tossed him a hand towel,
and Gabe wiped the sweat off his face.
    “Great show, man,” Jack said. He took the towel and
offered Gabe a handful of used drumsticks to throw into the
audience.
    “Thanks.”
    Gabe joined his band mates at the front of the
stage. He flung a dozen sticks into the crowd, took a bow to the
screaming fans, and made a beeline for the dressing room. He needed
a beer, a nap, and a shower, not necessarily in that order.
    “Don’t forget we have an after-party tonight,” Owen
said as he handed off his bass guitar to one roadie while another
disconnected his wireless transmitter.
    Gabe had forgotten about the after-party. That meant
the first thing on his agenda had to be a shower. No one wanted to
smell him after he’d been swimming in his own sweat for an hour.
And maybe if a hot piece of ass caught his attention at the party,
he’d add get laid to his list of priorities.
    “See you there,” Gabe said and headed for the
dressing room to shower.
    The steamy water felt like heaven against his weary
flesh. He considered blowing the party and just hanging out in the
shower by himself for the entire night. His bunk on the tour bus
sang a siren’s song to his exhausted body. Gabe was proud to be
known as one of rock’s fastest drummers, but his signature
aggressive style wore his ass out at every live performance. Still,
he knew the guys would give him hell if he didn’t make an
appearance at the party, so he’d show his face for five minutes,
have a beer, and then catch that nap. Alone. He was much too
exhausted to chase pussy tonight.
    He found his bag among the pile of the band’s
overnight luggage and tossed on a pair of well-worn jeans, a
T-shirt, and his favorite boots. He didn’t bother spiking his still
wet hair as he planned to go to bed soon, so he tugged on a
baseball cap and headed to the conference room at the