Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel by Mj Fields Read Free Book Online Page B

the world ending?” Memphis questions with a grin.
    “No. My father. They think he may have had a heart attack.” It’s probably my fucking fault , I think to myself. “I need to get home.”
    “Are you fucking kidding!” Madison yells at the computer. “That stupid fucking jet never leaves here. Son of a bitch!”
    “What the hell is going on?” Xavier asks, peeking in and appearing shocked by Madison’s outburst.
    “Sorry, Mr. Steel,” she apologizes.
    “Don’t call me that, or you’re fired.”
    Her mouth drops open.
    He grins. “Tough crowd today?”
    I hear Taelyn giggle behind him.
    “Billy needs to get home. There are no flights for six hours, Steel Inc.’s jet isn’t here, and the drive is over four hours.”
    “I’ll drive you,” Memphis says. “I’d love to meet your parents.”
    I see Tales nudge him, and my suspicions are correct. Fuck!
    I stand up. “I appreciate the help, but you have tracks to lay down and—”
    “I’ll drive you,” Madison offers. “I mean, if your girlfriend—”
    “Sounds great,” I say, hoping to shut her up. I didn’t need anyone, or at least I hoped not to. Sensibly I know my head is spinning and I am not in the right frame of mind to be behind the wheel, alone for four hours.
    The room falls silent.
    “Can you spare her?” I ask X.
    “Of course, man. Whatever you need.” Xavier nods.
    “I’ll fly back as soon as I can,” Madison says, grabbing her coat and purse.
    “Take care of our boy.” Xavier nods. “If you need any of us, we will be there.”
    “Thank you,” I say as Madison stands beside me. “After you.”
    She nods and walks quickly out the door.
    “Hey.” Memphis grabs my arm. “She can actually drive pretty well. Let her.”
    I nod.
    “Oh, and Billy?”
    “Yeah?”
    “If you fuck my sister to clear your mind, I’ll kick your ass.”
    “Memphis, shut up,” Madison snaps, grabbing my hand. “Come on, Billy.”
    Once outside, she lets go of my hand, reaches in her purse, and then looks up at me. “Are you okay with me driving?”
    I nod. “We can take my car.”
    I see her mentally biting her tongue. “Okay.”
    “Madison, if you’re more comfortable driving yours—”
    “Whatever you want.” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, and for a moment, she looks insecure.
    “I was just thinking, if you fly home and I am driving, you may want your car when you get home.”
    “Cool, fine, whatever. Time's a wasting. Let me grab my bag.”
    She runs to the back of her car, pops the trunk, and pulls out a black, hardshelled suitcase on wheels.
    Son of a bitch. She did have plans with someone tonight.
    She squats down, her knees closed and facing away from me—a first. She then opens the bag and pulls out a pair of dark gray yoga pants. She kicks off her boots and steps into them.
    Then, I nearly die when she pulls her dress up over her head in the middle of the parking lot. She pulls out a deep red T-shirt, a fucker that matches her bra, and I look around to see who else is seeing what I’m seeing. The landscape crew is standing there with their jaws dropped.
    “Madison,” I snap as I walk toward her and try to shield her with my body.
    She pulls the shirt over her head. “I’m trying to hurry. Sorry.”
    “You do realize it’s broad daylight, and you’re half-naked out here, don’t you?”
    Her eyebrows rise and her jaw tenses. Then she smiles. “You see more at a beach.” As she shoves her feet into her flip-flops and zips her suitcase, I notice her fucking toenails match her bra and shirt. “I’m all set.”
    “You sure?” I try not to be pissed off. It’s irrational, and she’s right; you do see more at a beach. Still, it’s...different.
    “Yep.” She smiles and walks toward my vehicle.
    I hit unlock on the key fob, and she starts to put her suitcase in the back seat.
    “Trunk,” I tell her.
    She looks back at me. “Worried about scratching the leather?” I see her eyebrow creeping up,