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his eyes. He was high on a lot more than scotch—and it didn’t
     look like a particularly nice high, at that.“Thanks for the help,” she told him, starting
     down the hallway at a fast clip. She’d only gone a few steps when he grabbed her from
     behind.
    Pushed her face-first up against the wall.
    Covered her body with his own.
    “What are you doing?” she demanded, feeling once again like she was trapped in an
     alternate reality.
    “You’re going the wrong way.” He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the back
     of her neck.
    She hunched up her shoulders, tried to squirm away. But he was a lot stronger than
     he looked and it only took a few moments for her to realize she wasn’t going anywhere
     if he didn’t want her to.
    “Come on, Max, let go!” She tried to cajole her freedom out of him, but the pounding
     rhythms had once again begun to roll off stage and she was reduced to shouting at
     him.
    He just laughed, then put his mouth next to her ear and said, “Don’t worry. You’ll
     get to Jared soon enough. I just want a taste, to see if you’re as nice and sweet
     as they all say you are.”
    “Let me go!” she screamed, struggling in earnest now that it had begun to sink in
     that Max didn’t plan to take no for an answer. He was too high or too conceited to
     understand that she really didn’t want him. That she wasn’t playing hard to get.
    Or maybe he just didn’t care. She didn’t know, and it didn’t matter anyway. All that
     mattered now was getting out of there before she got the full Max Casey treatment.
     She couldn’t believe she’d ever thought he was attractive.
    “Don’t you know who I am?” he demanded as he pressed even closer. “I’m Max Casey . Nobody says no to me.” He sounded so baffled that she might have felt sorry for
     him if she wasn’t desperately terrified that he was going to rape her right there
     in the hallway, thirty feet away from dozens of people who couldn’t hear her cries
     for help.
    “No!” she shouted. “No! No! No!” She brought her foot up, tried to catch his shin
     with her spiked heel—the stupid things should be good for something—but he only moved
     closer, so that his body was flush against hers and she had no wiggle room. She nearly
     gagged when she felt him pressed against her.
    “Stop it, Max!” she said, jerking from side to side as hard as she could. But he was
     holding her so tightly she couldn’t get much traction. “Stop it!” she begged. “Please,
     please, stop!”
    He wasn’t listening or maybe he was just too high to listen. Either way, her stomach
     turned as he trailed his wet mouth over her shoulder.
    “Come on, baby,” he muttered, jerking her head back so he could press a sloppy kiss
     to her mouth. “Just let it happen.”
    She bit him then, clamping her teeth down on his lower lip as hard as she could. It
     was his turn to scream, to shove at her. He pulled back a hand to hit her and she
     braced herself for the impact. She’d take a beating over rape any day.
    But his hand never connected. Instead, he was pulled off of her and slammed into the
     opposite wall so hard she heard the thud even over the roar of the music. She went with him part of the way, until he finally
     managed to untangle his hand from her hair and raise it in a misguided effort to defend
     himself.
    Even then it took Jamison a second to realize what was happening, to realize that
     she was free. When she did, she scrambled several feet down the hallway, desperate
     to simply get away. But as she prepared to run, she got a glimpse of her rescuer’s
     face as he pinned Max to the wall.
    Ryder.
    It was Ryder who had found her, Ryder who had saved her. And Ryder who was currently
     shouting obscenities as he beat the hell out of the other singer.

Chapter Two
    “Are you out of your fucking mind, Max?” Ryder landed a blow straight to the other
     man’s nose as fury raced through him like a freight train. “Are you really