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

Water World.” I shake my head, picturing the bikini he’ll pick out and the stares we’ll get when he reserves a lawn chair for her. I’m going to have to start my sabotage immediately.
    “He needs to know where I stand with him. Sorry if Sally interrupts the groupie prowl.” She snaps a quick picture of me pissed about the groupie comment and takes off out of the room. “See ya out there, rock star. Good luck tonight.”
    Yes, the groupie assumption struck me the wrong way. People always assume since we’re in a band, all of us are willing to fuck anyone who shows an interest in the band. That stereotype might fit the notorious Royce, but I resent the assumption. I don’t sleep around, I don’t use my music to pick up women, and it’s disappointing Jen would think so little of me that she would lump me in with Royce.
    I do my best to clear my head before grabbing my guitar and make my way to find the others so we can make our group entrance onto the stage. I need to get out there, feel normal again, and use the music to regroup my emotions. Jen has, once again, made a cluster fuck of my psyche.

    Sweat is dripping off of me as I walk off stage. The heat of the house lights was almost unbearable during the show, but the crowd was so energizing, I could have stood on the scorching stage all night. Thankfully, Jen was stealthy during the concert, which enabled me to focus on my playing and not her. Now that we’re finished for the night, the up-close and personal shots have resumed. I quickly find the nearest, cleanest towel to dry the sweat off and head toward the dressing room to load my guitar in its case. The rest of the guys lag behind, but Jen hurries to catch up to me.
    “So what do you guys do now?” she asks, taking a picture of me wiping my face of the leftover beads of sweat.
    “I’m sure you have your own ideas of how the rest of our night plays out; you want to tag along?” I challenge. Other than Royce, our evenings are extremely tame unless Jen considers a few beers, videos games, movie marathons, and camping trips out of hand. Provoking her is a little more fun than telling her the truth, at least for a while.
    I open the door to the dressing room, now sans-food, and leaning against the back wall is the perfect person to assist me in my Jen provocation. Stacy has been an uninvited fixture with the band for the past few months. She’s a sweet girl, it’s just too bad she doesn’t value herself more than a musician’s evening companion. She’s offered the goods repeatedly to everyone, but Royce is the only one who has cashed in the offer—repeatedly.
    “Casen, there you are!” she exclaims, her voice reminiscent of one of those chicks from Clueless. My IQ plummets each time she speaks to me. She’s jumping up and down and her tits flail about like they are fighting each other to escape the garment prison she’s trapped them in. I use the term garment loosely. Her double Ds aren’t held in place by a bra, although her tiny shirt looks similar to one. She’s paired it with cutoff jean shorts. The pockets hang down out the front, which suggests if she turns around, we’ll be greeted by Stacy’s butt folds. She runs to me, hopping into my arms and landing a kiss on my cheek. I turn with her in my arms to face Jen and, judging from her expression, I was dead-on with my butt cheek assessment. She’s caught so off guard, it takes her a moment to remember her camera.
    “Hello, Stacy,” I respond unenthusiastically. “Did you enjoy the show?” I drop her to the ground as Jen clears her throat.
    “Are you going to introduce me to your little friend?” Jen inquires. I can tell she thinks she’s nailed it, that I’m a groupie hound and Stacy’s presence proves it. I sense a bit of jealousy as well, though. This is the perfect situation to sour her mood.
    “Sorry. This is—”
    “Stacy,” she interrupts, stepping in front of me to shake Jen’s hand. “I hang out with the band