Alana, the lead singer of the all girls’ group The Lady Pearls is about to hit it big. Every Saturday night she sings at Sisco’s, a popular bar in town. She’ll always be grateful to Casey, the owner, who gave her a start and who she has a secret crush on. Casey doesn’t just want to be Alana’s employer but her lover. Then there’s the bartender Marc who also lusts for Alana and refuses to wait on the sidelines as Casey puts the move on her. He’ll finally claim Alana as his own and perhaps allow Casey to join them for a night all three will never forget.
“Stop staring at my ass, Lana.” Casey turned around, giving her a slow wink. Her heart skipped a beat, but she bit her lip to keep from blurting out her admiration. He flirts with everyone. It’s not personal. She’d learned long ago not to shit where she ate, but her employer made it hard to remember that useful fact.
She took her time sauntering in, swaying her hips in her low-rise jeans. “I couldn’t help myself. You have one squeezable ass, even in these older-than-dirt clothes you’re wearing.”
Casey turned down the sound on the radio to a more reasonable decibel level. When she got close enough, his hand curled around her wrist. “I’d let you appreciate that part of my anatomy or any other part you want. Just say the word.”
He wiggled his eyebrows when she snorted. Casey acted like he never took anything seriously. But despite his boyish looks, he was a shrewd businessman whose success reflected years of hard work. She admired that side of him, too—maybe even more.
“Perhaps I’ll take you up on that offer in a year, when I’m out on the road touring and no longer working for you. But for now, I’ll have to say no.”
Casey lost his smile. “The hell you say,” he snarled, still keeping possession of her hand.
“I can’t play here forever. We finished the album last week and offers from bigger venues have started rolling in,” she said. He had to know the Pearls were going places. They couldn’t be tied down to one location.
“Did you come here with that information just to piss me off?” He threw the clipboard on the counter and curved an arm around her waist.
Whoa, what’s going on here? She stared up at him in shock. His palm closed on her hip; a hot brand that went straight to her core. “I came here to pick up my check, nothing more.”
“Nothing more, huh? After Saturday night, I thought you’d have more sense than to come here on a Monday when you know I’m here by myself.” His face dipped toward hers. “Nobody is going to walk in on us.”