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campaigns for the band in exchange for giving Lane this opportunity.
What!? Tyke exclaimed in the tone of voice he usually reserves when his brother does
something idiotic. Without consulting us, you made that big of a business decision?
There was no time. The owner of the company forced my fucking hand. She threatened to fire
Lane because she didn t disclose that we knew each other. Long story short, if Lane doesn t come on
this bus, she ll hate me forever. I can t have that. I hope you guys can understand. He drops his head.
I understand plenty, I say while I stand up. This further proves you only think with your dick.
Riff
Shut the fuck up, Noel. Do whatever you want, cause you know you will anyway. I don t give
him a chance to say anymore before I storm off and climb into my bunk, slamming the curtain closed.
It s really nothing against Lanie. I m sure she s harmless, and can even be a good insight on
Kitten, but I hate that Noel gets his way all the fucking time. Why should that guy get it so good?
The last thought causes my fists to clench. I know I told Trip I would work on forgiving Noel,
but the more he does shit like this, the more I want to see fate turn around and kick him square in the
balls.
Riff? Noel says on the other side of the curtain.
Doesn t he fucking get it? I huff and roll over to face the wall.
I m sorry, man. I know I should ve talked to you guys first, but I was desperate& he trails off
like he s waiting on a response from me. When I don t say anything, he knocks on the wall at the top
of my bunk. Night.
I let out a sigh after I m sure he s gone. Thank god. I hate fighting. That s all my family ever did
and now that I m an adult I want to stay as far away from bullshit as I can.
I close my eyes and will myself to sleep, but before I drift off, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I
flip over onto my back and grin when I see Aubrey s name.
I only have three simple rules:
1. I determine the time and place
2. You have to make me want you
3. No falling in love
Those are my terms. Take em or leave em.
Aubrey
I chuckle to myself. I give her an open door and that s the best rules she can come up with?
Number one is fine by me as long as she doesn t make me wait too damn long. The second one s
laughable. She already wants me or she wouldn t be playing this little game in the first place, and
third not falling in love? Is she kidding me? That s the easiest one on the list. I don t do love. Period.
Not even with my own family. I don t love them and they don t love me. This chick has another thing
coming if she thinks I m some sad, sappy asshole. I m not a guy that can be tamed. Ever.
Chapter 4
AUBREY
I double-check my phone again before tossing it back into my purse under my desk. Riff hasn t
responded yet. He probably thinks I m completely lame now. I mean, I ve never claimed to be witty,
or someone who s good with coming up with ideas on a whim, so I panicked a little last night. If I put
more thought into what the rules were, maybe they would ve been better made this game between us
more fun.
It s not like I can call Lanie up either and tell her all about this. I don t want her trying to play
matchmaker while she s on that damn bus because I don t want a relationship with Riff. It s a good
thing I didn t mention the kiss between Riff and me to her either. I would ve never heard the end of it
about how I let men walk all over me and how I always pick the wrong guy.
Sometimes she sounds like my mother.
I get so tired of hearing what people think is the right thing for me to do with my life and my
relationships. People don t get that I m not looking for a guy to settle down with. Not really, anyway.
I like freedom and being crazy if I feel like it. I like sex. I like slightly kinky sex even more, which is
why I think Riff will be down to play a few naughty games if given the opportunity.
I open a new file on my computer and get busy typing up a memo about the Black Falcon charity
that Isaac assigned me earlier in the day.
Speak of the devil&
Isaac gives me an easy smile as he strides up to my desk. Hey, Aubrey. You got a minute?
I nod as I take in his polished features. The skin on his cheeks appears smooth and soft, with no
hint of stubble. He probably takes better care of his skin then I do. I bet he smells pretty great too.
I lean in a little as I stand before him and take a whiff, hoping it s not obvious. I grab the things
off my desk. Yep, there s definitely some type of woodsy cologne sprayed on him, which is off
because nothing about him screams lumberjack.
I follow Isaac into his office, and he shuts us inside once I m seated. How have you been?
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