Black Lilith: Book One (Black Lilith #1) Read Online Free Page A

tongue. She had wanted to make a sly remark about her virtue, but seeing the lead singer looking so distressed about hitting on a potential employee makes her rethink that. She doesn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable.
    Besides, she thinks, if they’re going to be working together then she needs to make sure that they get off to a good start.
    “I am if it’s still available,” she says, speaking to Slate. “I looked over the contract from the last PA… her duties don’t look like anything that I can’t handle.”
    “Fucking awesome!” Slate replies. Then he high-fives Dash with so much enthusiasm that he nearly knocks the guy over. “Sorry dude! Okay… intros…”
    “I think I’ve met—”
    “Proper, non-awkward intros!” Slate interrupts, speaking over her. He slides a hand down her back to rest just over the top of her jeans. She raises an eyebrow at him, and he wiggles his eyebrows back at her, making her snort. She gets the feeling that communicating with Slate will consist mainly of eyebrows and snorts. “First… the lead singer, Logan Todd.” He pushes Mikayla forward a step.
    Playing along, she raises her hand to shake Logan’s. “Nice to meet you.”
    Logan purses his lips and takes her hand. Before she can even register his touch, he’s snatched his hand away again and stuffed it under his armpit. “Likewise.”
    All three of the other band members shake their heads in disgust.
    “That was so transparent,” Slate says.
    “I’m embarrassed for you,” Dash adds.
    Without warning, Logan launches himself at Dash, knocking him to the ground. The two men quickly devolve into a loud, swearing mess on the floor. Both of the girls Slate brought into the green room watch them with mild interest. One of them moves the bucket of chicken along the table so that it won’t get knocked off.
    “Does this happen often?” Mikayla asks as Logan wraps his arms around Dash’s head and tries to shove his face into the carpet.
    “Almost daily,” Slate replies. “That’s Dash Todd, by the way,” he adds, pointing at the red-faced lead guitarist. “He’s Logan’s baby brother.”
    “I’m awesome!” Dash shouts from the floor.
    “You sure are,” Slate agrees. Then he takes Mikayla by the shoulders and turns her around so that her back is to the wrestling men. “They’ll be at it for a while. This is Tommy.” He gestures at the bass player, who gives Mikayla a small finger wave. “He’s pretty much the best bass player in America.”
    “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told,” Tommy tells him, but a pleased flush covers his cheeks.
    “Bitch, that’s not even the biggest lie I’ve told tonight,” Slate says. “Speaking of which…” and then he looks at the two girls on the couch, “…I’m going to find a semi-private corner. Tommy, entertain our guest and make sure the Todds don’t scare her off?”
    And before she knew what was happening, Slate had whisked the two girls out of the room, and she was sitting on the couch with a beer in her hand. Tommy had hospitably pressed it into her hand, and she doesn’t have the heart to tell him that she’s not drinking tonight. He’s got a soft face and full lips that seem permanently quirked downward in an almost frown. He seems pleased with her company, as he sat down next to her on the couch and turned his whole body to face her.
    “So how long have you guys been playing together?” Mikayla asks, rolling the beer bottle in her fingers and ignoring the still-swearing bundle of limbs on the ground beside the couch. From what she can tell, Logan is winning—brute strength apparently trumps youth and enthusiasm.
    “Since high school,” Tommy replies. His pleasantly calm voice makes her smile. “And yes, before you ask, I am the same age as Logan and Slate. People always think that I’m younger.”
    She certainly had. “Well, you all sound great together. I don’t know much about music, but I like your