Hot Southern Mess (Hide Your Crazy) by T.A. Hardenbrook Read Free Book Online

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    Just the sight of this man wanted to turn me into a puddle of mush, but then that little comment ruined it all. How can someone so freaking good looking be that arrogant? I’m damn sure I don’t look like those skanks outside, just praying to be given the golden ticket into fun land with Black Laden. Please, I have morals and standards.  This man may be a rock god, but that’s where it ends.
    “You are different than the girls they normally let back here, and well, it is early but I guess you can stay and hang. Just remember I saw you first,” Reid commented, sauntering over to where I was standing.
    “You have the wrong girl , buddy…..”
    He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “J=just know that I don’t share.” His voice was like a well-aged scotch, smooth with a little after burn as your body took it in. I had to fight all my girly bits into submission, for my body said go for it and my mind screamed something different.
    Stepping to the side, I gave myself some distance from this man. His dark relaxed jeans hung low on his hips, and his dark grey t-shirt stretched across his chest letting the obvious muscles underneath press through. He was the quintessential bad boy; tattoos littered both arms and his long dark brown hair grazed the top of his eyes. Who wouldn’t drool over this man; shit, who wouldn’t drop their drawers for this man?
    “Yeah, that isn’t going to happen,” I stuttered, slowly slinking away. You work for him Molly, just drown that damn fire right now.
    “Then why are you here , darling? Isn’t this on every girl’s wish list, a night with no stipulations or regret?” Reid licked his lips and leaned back on the hotdog cart, crossing his arms over his chest. I could tell how this man had no troubles getting women; the mere sight of him made my brain scramble and all common sense disappear. I was going to need a chastity belt around him, either that or a vow of celibacy. Yep, my B.O.B was going to get some good use tonight.
    “I have to go ; have a good show tonight,” I managed to sputter out. The cockiness of this man could fill the whole stadium, and normally it should have been a turn off. But for some reason, all I could think about was getting naked and doing the horizontal mambo. Stupid me and my stupid girl parts.
     
    Quickly, I shuffled to the door without another word exchanged. Don’t look back, Molly, don’t you dare look back! I battled with myself, reaching for the handle and thrusting myself out the door. Once the latch was heard, I let out a soft sigh. Did I really just fall for his charm after he confused me for one of his groupies? Not to mention he assumed that he was every woman’s desire and dream. Wow, apparently I had lost my damn mind.
    “Nice ass there , Sweetheart,” another man laughed, as a group of guys wandered into the dressing room.
    Instantly , my face turned red, as the heat swept over my body. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to take small breaths. What happens when you assume that your job is going to be easy? Oh yeah, you rip your pants, get confused for a slutastic groupie, and then publically humiliate yourself wandering around with your ass hanging out. Way to be a rock star Molly Anne; maybe that job at Subway was more my speed.
     
     
     
    “Did you have any troubles last night, Molly?” Stephanie asked as I walked through the door to her office. Once again she was polished to perfection. Today, her hair was slicked back into a sleek tight pony tail, and her little black dress clung to all her curves in all the right places. She was the poster child for what a business woman looked like in this industry; sophisticated, yet hot as hell. If I batted for the other team, she would be a home run.
    “Everything went smoothly; oh, I also hung your dry cleaning up in the closet over there.”
     
    This morning I spent a little more time planning out my attire for the day. I paired my black skinny jeans with a dark purple tank