Lead Him Not Into Temptation (Redemption Book 2) by M.L. Steinbrunn Read Free Book Online

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    “You on edge too, man?” Royce asks. “It wouldn’t be because of a certain little spitfire who will be joining us tonight, is it?”
    “She’s a pain in my ass. The only thing I care about in regards to her is she stays out of my way so I can do my job and she does the job she’s being paid to do,” I lie. He has absolutely pegged what I’m all worked up about. A tiny blonde with a sassy mouth and witty comebacks which keep me on my toes is who has me in knots. I would never admit it to him, though.
    “Glad to hear that, Thompson. I think with a little extra effort and charm, I can get her to use her camera with me in a not so professional way, if you get my meaning.”
    I know for a fact Jen would rather live a life of celibacy before she would ever consider sleeping with Royce. If they were the last two people on Earth, she would allow the human race to go extinct. Nonetheless, a spark of jealousy rises up at the thought of the two of them together. My possessiveness for someone who I’m not even with is why I’m not going to give him the heads up about her disdain for him. It will be much more fun watching the humiliating rejection headed his way.
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea for any of us to get involved with her. It needs to stay a working relationship, at least until the tour is over,” I lecture, knowing full well he’s not going to follow any bit of the advice I offer.
    “Yum, wouldn’t mind a taste of that kind of work,” he responds, using air quotes for the word work.
    “You’re such a douche,” I say, picking up an orange off the table and chucking it at him. “How you have even found one woman to sleep with you is beyond me.”
    He snags the orange, but briefly fumbles it in his hands before maintaining control of the fruit and tucking it into his side and jumping off the table to model the Heisman stance. “It really is a gift,” he says with a crooked smile, pointing to his member. “Women struggle to resist this tuna tornado.”
    I notice Jen in the doorway taking photos of the spectacle, which is Royce. I find humor in the whole situation, but Jen looks offended. Royce has yet to realize he’s being photographed, and has now moved onto humping and spanking the air as though he’s king ding-o-ling.
    “Well, hello there, Royce,” Jen coos. Royce’s eyes bolt open and he stills his gyrating. Jen waltzes in, the natural sway of her slender hips causing her baby blue flowing dress to move back and forth, hitting several inches above her knees. It’s not the dress I notice though; it’s the jeweled cowgirl boots which click against the wooden floor. I know she’s the farthest thing from country and her boots are merely for fashion, but good God, do they look sexy on her. So much for me being able to possibly play it cool with her tonight.
    She walks past Royce and throws him a present. “I figured you might be in need of some kind of reproductive assistance while I’m with you guys.”
    He rips open the gift and immediately his brows pull together as he holds up the gift for me to see. “Lady Sally Inflatable Love Doll,” I blurt out, reading the packaging.
    “Yup, the triple hole version,” she adds. “Whenever you feel the need to hit on me, I will kindly direct your attention to old faithful Sally, because these lady parts,” she says while circling her vagina, “want nothing to do with your tornado.”
    I burst out laughing which only pisses Royce off more. He throws his leftover apple core at me and begins to walk out of the dressing room. He stops at the door and returns to the table, picking up the inflatable Sally. “Thank you for the gift, Jen. I needed a new floaty for the hotel swimming pool,” he quips and walks out the door toward the stage.
    “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? He really will use that at the Holiday Inn. He’s probably already making plans to make me take him to the store to get a swimsuit so he can bring her along to