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drinks on trays, some wearing nothing more than trays, like x-rated cigarette girls. While others were busy giving full on lap dances. Several men sat around drinking and smoking cigars, some of them too involved in conversations to even notice the girls.
    “Stay close to me,” the guy from behind her murmured.
    Happily. Things had taken a strange turn as the guy who’d startled the shit out of her five minutes ago now seemed like the safest bet. “I need to find Trace. He’s due on stage for sound check, like now, and…” And we’re both out on our asses if he’s late , she wanted to add. But she didn’t want to go around telling Trace’s business to strangers.
    “That him over there?” her new friend asked, pointing to a man across the room wearing a trucker hat, watching two girls go at it on a couch with a bored look on his face.
    Trace sat alone, swirling dark liquid in a glass and looking for all the world like he owned this sin haven. Kylie needed a shower after just walking through it. “Yeah, thanks.” She meant for that to be Steven’s cue to go about his business. She didn’t even want to think about what that business might be in a place like this. But he followed her over to Trace.
    “You were due on stage ten minutes ago,” Kylie informed him as she approached, doing her best to keep her eyes off the two women groping all over each other next to him.
    Trace’s jaw went slack as he took in Kylie walking towards him. His eyes hardened noticeably when he saw Steven close behind her. “Kylie? What the hell are you doing in here?”
    “She came in with me,” the guy behind her said. She could hear the arrogant smirk in his voice.
    “Well get her out of here,” Trace sneered, a threat hardening his words.
    “No,” she broke in. “I’m not going anywhere until you do. You heard what they said. If you’re late to sound check, you’re done. We’re done.”
    Trace didn’t respond, just stared at her and then glanced around. When he stood, Steven backed off, but she didn’t. Kylie watched his chest heave in and out, and something in her ached to touch him. Maybe she was a little turned on by all the blatant nudity and sexual tension in the room. Maybe Trace’s smoking hot self being so close she could feel his breath on her, had her brain rewiring itself to accommodate the lust filling her head. Maybe she was losing her ever-loving mind.
    “Turn around and walk out of this room. Now. ”
    Looking up into his eyes, she waited until he pressed his gaze into hers before she spoke. “Not without you. I’m not leaving this room until you do.” Her voice was breathy and weak but her nerves were steel. She glanced around at a few of the men noticing their heated exchange. She winked at one of them. “Maybe we should stay, Trace,” she drawled. “Bet I can find a few handsome fellas willing to buy a girl a drink.”
    “You’re underage,” he offered evenly. The sweet sting of bourbon filled her nostrils.
    “They don’t have to know that, and I can tell a few of them don’t mind. Might even prefer it.”
    Before she had time to decide how far she was willing to take this, Trace’s hand gripped her upper arm roughly and she was being pulled from the room. A few whistles pierced the air and she knew how it looked. Like she was a jealous girlfriend yanking her man from the clutches of temptation. Though, technically, he was the one practically dragging her from the room. But she didn’t care. He’d be on stage soon and the label would keep the tour going. For now at least.

I t was nearly midnight when Trace wrapped up and finished signing autographs. Kylie noticed a redhead and two blondes hanging around as if they were waiting for him. She couldn’t help but wonder if Trace would bring them on the bus. Surely he had more respect for her than that. Not that she really cared who he shacked up with, but she didn’t want a front row seat either.
    Maybe it was better when he didn’t