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

sometimes.” Then she rounds on me. “By the way, Mr. Guitar Man, you know I don’t mind sharing, but the least you could do is ask.”
    Jen’s expression is priceless, she could catch flies with the way her mouth hangs open. To her credit, she recovers quickly. “I’m not here to sleep with anyone,” she says, holding up her camera.
    “Fuck, Casen, you know I have rules about photography,” Stacy huffs, placing hands on her curvy hips. “You always ask a girl first, but I guess for you I can make an exception.” She begins to stride toward me, a smile lighting up her face. Before I can correct any part of the situation, Jen takes the room’s climate from slight breeze to hurricane status.
    “So your primary role here is to service the band, roadies, bartenders, and anyone in need of a vagina?” Jen snips as she clicks away on her camera. “Is this a new business/social venture or have you always been into trying to land wealthy men with your physical assets?”
    Stacy may not be the brightest, but she understands immediately that Jen is calling her out. The claws come out and I’ll begin to fear for my life if I don’t intervene or get Royce in here to help separate the ladies into their opposing corners.
    “Are you kidding me? Who the hell do you think you are?” Stacy asks. I’m waiting for fire to begin shooting out of her mouth, like one of the dragons from Harry Potter.
    “Make no mistake, I didn’t mean to offend.” Click goes Jen’s camera. “I’m actually intrigued.” Click, click.
    “Would you please put that camera down before I shove it up your ass?”
    Oh, damn, I’m about to be responsible for a chick fight. I need to de-escalate! “Royce!” I shout into the hallway. “There is someone here to see you.”
    Hearing he has possible company for the evening, even if it’s just Stacy, he rushes into the room. He abruptly stops when he sees the estrogen-overdosed scene before him.
    “Actually, I’m doing a photo shoot for the CDC in the next few weeks for their new VD posters. I think you would be a perfect model for it,” Jen says as politely and sweetly as possible. The true meaning of what she’s implying flies entirely over Stacy’s head and her demeanor changes immediately.
    “Really, a model? You think so?” she asks, her tone full of hope, her eyes brightening up with the possibility of a modeling career. Royce doubles over with laughter and I know as soon as he catches his breath, he will crush her hopes.
    “All right, Jen, it’s time to go, we have that reservation to get to.” I grab her by the arm and pull her out of the room before she can resist.
    “Casen has my number,” Stacy shouts after us as we exit. “Call me!”
    I quickly close the door, averting the crisis.
    “Is that the dramatics you were after?” Jen asks as we walk down the hallway toward the parking lot.
    “Not exactly.” I pin her with my eyes. “Come on, it’s still early, I’m taking you out.”
    “I’m good, thanks,” she shoots back, pulling out of my grip.
    “Get over yourself, sparkplug. It’s not a date; we’re going to go blow off some steam.” I hold open the backdoor to the venue for Jen and the warm spring air slams into us. There was a storm the evening before, so the humidity is high. A perfect night for what I have in mind for us.

Jen
    “You have got to be shittin’ me,” I say as we pull into the gravel parking lot. “You realize we aren’t thirteen, right? We’re adults.”
    Casen puts the pickup in park; a truck I think he has the strangest, almost unhealthy, relationship with, and he looks to me with a shit-eating grin. “Just because we’re almost thirty, doesn’t mean we need to act like it all the time. I know you’re not the boring type, sparky. Get out of the truck, we’re having some fun tonight.”
    I’m always a girl up for a good time, but I haven’t been to a carnival since I was a freshman in high school. The lights of the death traps for