Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass Read Free Page B

“Seriously?” he sputtered.
    She stared into his eyes and nodded. “Seriously.”
    Now that was just wrong. What had she told him?
    “Trey Mil s. Rhythm guitarist. Dreamy green eyes to melt hearts. Nimble fingers to, wel , get a lady’s thoughts going in al sorts of inappropriate directions.”
    Trey winked and wriggled his fingers at her.
    Her eyes moved to Brian. “Brian Sinclair.” She paused. Brian’s gaze focused on her pouty, pink lips. He wondered how many of her male students sat through her class with wood in their pants. Captivated, he waited for her words. A slow smile spread across her lovely face. “A musical genius.”
    No way! He didn’t get something sexy said about him? He might melt under the heat of her gaze, however. She wanted him. He’d been around enough women to know that look. Why had he drunk so much? He was in no condition to pul off any level of seduction.
    “I guess she does know who we are,” Eric said.
    “Did you think I was lying?” Myrna’s gaze moved to Eric.
    “You just don’t look like a rocker. Like, at al .”
    “What does a rocker look like?”
    “More makeup. Fewer clothes. Piercings. Tattoos.”
    “Who says I don’t have any piercings?”
    Sed traced the edge of her ear with his fingertip, drawing attention to a pair of smal diamond studs in her earlobe. “Ear piercings don’t count.”
    “I wasn’t talking about my ears.”
    Sed’s eyes searched her face. “Then where? I don’t see any oth- Oh…”
    Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
    “So where is it?” Eric asked excitedly. “Navel? Nipple?”
    “Clit?” Jace asked, his eyes downcast as he grinned crookedly.
    That’s what Brian expected, too. Her clit. Fuck me. He found it chal enging enough to stay upright with his head swimming from the booze. He sure didn’t need blood vacating his brain to engorge more attentive pieces of his anatomy. He clutched the table as the room tilted.
    Myrna grinned, her hazel eyes moving to Brian’s face. “I’l never tel ,” she said, but her eyes said I’ll show you, Brian . She was toying with him. She had to be. He practical y had “drunk loser” tattooed on his forehead at the moment.
    Sed leaned closer to her and whispered something in her ear. She shook her head.
    “You’re kil ing me, Myr.”
    “Do you have any tattoos?” Eric asked.
    “Not as many as you do.” Myrna’s eyes widened. She pul ed Eric’s hand above the surface of the table and released it. “You do not have permission to touch me.”
    Brian bit his lip to hold back his laughter and lowered his gaze. Harsh! Surprisingly, none of the guys ripped on Eric for Myrna’s blatant dismissal. This chick was as intimidating as hel . Brian couldn’t remember the last time a woman had rattled his self-confidence. High school?
    “I assume your body art isn’t visible either.” Sed tugged the col ar of her suit to one side to reveal an unmarked col arbone. Her elbow in his ribs convinced him to cease his inspection.
    “I am a col ege professor. I have to maintain a certain level of propriety.”
    “And you hang out with us in public?” Trey snorted and chuckled.
    She glanced at her companions, considering each individual y. “Good point.” She laughed. Delightful. Warm. Brian bet there were other things about her that were delightful and warm. “I need to head up to bed. It’s been a long day.”
    “Don’t go yet,” Eric protested.
    Brian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Hadn’t she just publicly rejected him? And he wanted her to stay?
    “Are you coming to our concert tomorrow night?” Trey asked.

    Myrna’s jaw dropped. “You’re playing live? Oh my God. I’d absolutely love to go!”
    “It’s sold out,” Sed said.
    She scowled. “That sucks. Wel , I mean, it’s great for you, but it real y sucks for me.”
    “We’l put you on the guest list. Come to the back door and give them the name Myrna Suxsed,” Sed said. “They’l hook you up with a backstage