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weak, but grateful smile. “I’m just nervous, I guess. And in a way, I kind of feel like I’m cheating.”
    “Don’t be silly, Andy,” she said, rolling her eyes again. “It’s not like you’re going to let him bend you over the equipment after the interview.”
    “Oh, good God, Becca.”
    “What? I’d let him do it to me,” she said with a shrug.
    “Seriously?”
    “Duh. He’s Jace fucking Richardson. But apparently, he’s got his sights set on you.”
    “Well, that’s all about to change,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest again.
    Becca cocked an unbelieving eyebrow at me. “Not if you don’t put that modesty on the shelf for a few minutes, chick.”
    I hated to admit it, but Becca was right. If I was going to do this, I might as well go all the way. It was time to put my big girl panties on and play the game I’d come to win.
    “Here,” I said, coming to a halt in the gravel parking lot outside the football field. “Help me adjust this.” I motioned to my top.
    “Again?” Becca growled, lips pulled back in an irritated snarl as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
    “No, not like that,” I said, shaking my head, my lips tilting up in a mischievous grin. “Let’s do this.”
    “About fucking time!”
    In just a few tugs and pulls of the top and some readjustment of the strings, Becca had my breasts bulging up over the top. I had to admit, they’d never looked as good as they had right then, but it took quite a bit of effort to stuff down the insecurities bubbling below the surface.
    Taking a step back, Becca examined her work and then nodded, apparently approving of her creation. “You’ve got this, Andy,” she said, linking her arm with mine and then pulling me toward the ticket line.
    “Thanks,” I responded, giving her a quick squeeze as we walked.
    Once we reached the line, I went to the front and showed the ticket agent my press pass. He waved us in and Becca and I made our way into the stadium. Squeals and screeches of the sound system were only inferior to the clamor of the impatient crowd echoed in my head. The band was about to start.
    “Come on,” Becca shouted, yanking me through the crowd.
    With skill that suggested she might have been a linebacker in a previous lifetime, she maneuvered us deeper and deeper into the throng of buzzing energy. It sounds a little cliché, but it truly is the only way to describe the scene; we were no longer moving through a group of people, but a living, breathing force. Being in the middle of it all gave me a heady sensation, one that fogged my head and thrummed through every inch of my body like a live wire.
    “This is crazy,” I yelled as loud as I could, hoping Becca heard me.
    She nodded her head in response and stopped for a second to lean in my direction. “You think this is great, wait until we get up to the front.”
    I don’t know how long it took for us to reach the stage, but by the time we did, I couldn’t tell who was sweatier—me, or the people stuffed in around us. As we stood up in front of the stage, with all the lights and the body heat from the people crammed around us, it didn’t look like I was going to receive any kind of a reprieve from the sauna-like conditions.
    Thank God I remembered to put deodorant on.
    Becca leaned into me, a silly grin plastered across her face, her pupils dilated, as if she’d taken some crazy drug beforehand. “Isn’t this great?” she asked.
    I had to admit, it was pretty amazing.
    “This is why you come, isn’t it?” I asked, making a circle with my finger.
    She opened her mouth to respond, but screams from the crowd drowned out her words; the band was coming out onto the stage.
    Bodies bumped into me from every direction as every living, breathing female in the crowd gravitated toward the stage. I looked up, already knowing what the magnetic pull was… but I never could have fully prepared myself for the performance presence of Jace Richardson.
    Guitar hanging