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music and”, she grabbed the jewel case from the conference table and waved it at him. “I listened to your demo CD. I liked it. A lot. In fact, I loved it.”
    The way she emphasized the word ‘loved’ sent tingles down his spine. He tried to distract himself from those feelings and the first best thing he thought to ask was, “How old are you?” Oh my god, I’ve turned into a babbling idiot. “If you don’t mind me asking?”
    She smirked, but inclined her head. “Well, since I know everything there is to know about you and your band members, I don’t mind at all. I’m twenty-seven.”
    By now, his frustration and anger from earlier had completely dissipated. He could deal with a twenty-seven-year-old awesome chick who owned a smoking hot body and happened to not just like, but love, his music. She’d soon be putty in his hands and this meeting would be over in no time at all.
    He put on his well-exercised smile reserved for his female fans, but it froze right on his face when she became all business again.
    “I love your music, but your methods leave a lot to be desired. Sit down. We have a lot of work to do and a lot of damage control to figure out.”
    Rage roared through his veins and he growled at her without moving, which seemed to amuse her, because she put on a smug smile – one he wanted to wipe off her face with a punishing kiss – and pointed with an impatient gesture to the vacant chair.
    “Sit down.”

Chapter 4
    Ivy issued her command and then sank into one of the fabric covered chairs in an attempt to hide her trembling knees. She had no idea what just happened. The lead singer for Electric Flow had literally knocked her off her socks. His picture had hinted at his handsomeness, but in person…Wowza!
    He was around six-three because he towered over her by half a foot, had jet black hair; hair that was cut short to try and hide the waves still showing themselves. But it was his eyes that had her heart racing and her palms sweating. They were the most amazing shade of emerald green she’d ever seen, and deep like a well.
    His slightly tanned face was proof he spent at least some time in the outdoors once in a while. The entire package was amazing. She’d seen plenty of good looking musicians in her career, but Ter was a lot more than just another good looking man. He filled her office with his presence and stole the breath from her lungs.
    He stood there, in the middle of the room, his strong legs planted firmly into the floor, dressed in black leather pants that hugged his ass and thighs. She tried not to imagine what else they were concealing and let her eyes travel up the rest of his body. His black t-shirt with the logo of Electric Flow stretched across his broad chest and his bulging biceps. At the edge of the t-shirt, she could just see the beginnings of a tattoo.
    Ivy stared at the spot for a long moment, resisting the urge to fan her face as he raised the same arm up and squeezed the back of his neck. The sleeve rode up, revealing a band that stretched around his upper arm, accentuating his biceps. Some sort of tribal design and she wondered at its origin. Tattoos were either an instant turn on for her, or a complete turn off. This one was a definite turn on and sent heat right into her core.
    She scolded herself. Ivy stop staring and concentrate on business. He’s a man like any other man. Who was she kidding?
    Him staring at her earlier should have annoyed her, but instead, it had given her a sense of stability. Of control. She shook her head at herself. From everything she’d read about him and his band in her files, he was anything but stable.
    He was a fly by the seat of your pants guy. Not a man for me.
    And yet – when he’d grabbed her hand and shaken it, it was as if she’d touched a live wire. Electric tingles had rushed throughout her entire body, the after effects still remaining.
    She raised one brow and nodded her chin at the vacant chair. “Sit down.”
    She