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were going on left and right. She didn’t give a rat’s ass. Who in the world had such an ego coupled with such a sour attitude?
    His expression devoured her entirely. His gaze lingered on a point in the middle of her chest, and she bet he wasn’t considering where she’d purchased the dress. When he spoke, his idle, visual tracing of her skin burned a path up to her eyes, causing her cheeks to flame hotter.
    “You…” he held her eyes, speaking as though for only her ears, “I’d save that voice, if I were you, young lady. Not many moons left for you on stage if you keep this up.”
     Alana could feel her eyes widen, and her fingers curled into talons, ready to rake across his smug face. She counted to five, tempering her rebuttal. The numbers flew faster than in her usual countdown “Mr. Lansing, is it? I don’t know who you are, or what stick you’ve got thrust up your backside, but - I get it. Our music isn’t your cup of tea. Eh, mate?”

Chapter Two
    Panting and staring daggers into Jonathan’s face, Alana St. James was a bona fide spitfire. A she-devil who’d gone from captivating his senses to bewitching him in less than five minutes.
    The video segment of Orion he’d reviewed before coming out tonight had done her little justice. The piece of footage her manager had sent over was a bloody piece of work. Amateurish, and he’d not have given it a second look if Baxter, his partner, hadn’t called him, citing a huge favor that was owed
    Baxter promised Jon they’d be even if he did him this one turn. Hell, he’d thank him tomorrow. The vocalist of Orion was one-in-a-million. Nothing he could do about the group’s dickhead manager. He abhorred being dodged by the likes of second-rate operators such as Tyler.
    Jon studied Alana’s movements. The nuances of her gestures were tantalizing, right down to how she held up her fingers. He almost said something else along the lines of a wanker, just to see her spew one more line. It was her molten passion that blazed and caught him. She was priceless, telling him her thoughts. He gave her credit for not kissing up to him like every other performer he’d come across in the last few years.
    He couldn’t resist, and mirrored her insouciant manner. “Not the way you’re hitting those high notes. The alto range was meant to be sung, not screeched, sweetheart.”
    Her green eyes flashed fury and for a second his business checklist dimmed as he contemplated her full lips, her glowing skin, and then allowed himself to consider - yet one more time - the way her breasts jiggled and the peaks of her nipples thrust against the front of her dress.
    His cock twitched approval of her perfectly-formed mounds. He’d wager his eyeteeth her tits would be firm and yielding in his hands, responsive to his mouth, and the type he could slide his dick between and fuck.
    Exhaling, she locked her gaze with his. “Really, I think you’ve said enough for one evening.” She stared defiantly back at him, her lips slightly parted.
    He imagined putting that smart, pink mouth to good use. She was his kind of woman. The type that would fight him tooth and nail in an office across a desk and fuck his brains out, or let him take her as many ways as he wanted until Sunday. This type of woman spelled trouble, from the way she blatantly spoke her mind to the way she sauntered across the stage. At every turn, she all but dared him to do something and had him almost crawling out of his skin.
    Well, Jesus, he’d love to do something, beginning with her, naked on her lovely back, with her astonishing legs spread wide open.
    “Your manager signed a contract, Ms. St. James. On your behalf, as is the custom around here. From this moment until the end of next week…you’re mine. You won’t so much as blink without my permission. And you certainly won’t be performing unless I give my approval. Starting tonight, you’ll be coming with me.”
    “What? Why would I need to do that?” Alana