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    With the Boys in the Band
    With the Boys in the Band
    With the Boys in the Band
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    With the Boys in the Band

    By Marie Medina

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    Working as an assistant for the metal band Serration is Alicia’s dream gig—a far cry from the cubicle she abandoned at her old job. She promised herself she wouldn’t become starstruck, but the band’s frontman, Vince, proves very hard to ignore. She manages to resist him on a daily basis, but soon she finds herself thinking about the keyboardist, Emerson, all the time.

    The two men’s closeness confuses her a little, and Vince’s promiscuous reputation makes her wary, but when Emerson invites her to Vince’s summer house for a week-long getaway, she jumps at the chance. A single day in such close quarters convinces Alicia of one thing: these two men want each other as much as they want her. Will they only see each other as rivals, or will they give in and let her lure them both to her bed and her very willing arms?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateNov 21, 2012
    ISBN9781771301787
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      With the Boys in the Band - Marie Medina

      Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2012 Marie Medina

      ISBN: 978-1-77130-178-7

      Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      To Howard, who made me an awesome metal playlist to write this to.

      WITH THE BOYS IN THE BAND

      Marie Medina

      Copyright © 2012

      Chapter One

      Vince couldn’t stand it any longer. Gripping the base of his cock more firmly, he began a slow jerk as he leaned back against the sink. He faintly heard someone knock on his office door, but he’d locked it as well as the bathroom door, so he wasn’t worried about being interrupted.

      Though, as his mind filled with fantasies, he groaned at the thought of one person interrupting him. He smiled at the thought of their eyes meeting as he touched himself. All barriers would fall away if he could just get close enough to bring their lips together, to make a silent plea for what he desired most. Nothing would be more wonderful than finally seeing that perfect mouth wrapped around his cock. He stroked faster and harder, imagining what it would be like if that happened. Maybe tonight could be the night. Maybe he would finally find the words that had eluded him for so long.

      His balls tightened at the thought, at the images he conjured. He teased the head of his cock with his thumb, pre-cum oozing from the tip as he worked it. His jerks increased, and he panted, feeling lightheaded. Just a few moments alone, just a touch, just a whisper of words—one way or another, he would make it happen.

      He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out far too loudly as he spilled into his own hand. Yes, he would make it happen. He had no other choice if he wanted to preserve his sanity.

      ****

      Emerson signed his name, and then he initialed three times. He turned the paper over and signed again. With a deep breath, which failed to fortify him as the tax form in his hand made his eyes begin to cross, he signed and initialed two more times on the next page. Then two more signatures and three initials were required on the next piece of paper. Under that lay five pages stapled together, requiring him to initial throughout and then sign at the very end.

      When someone walked back into the conference room, he said with unmistakable venom, God almighty, if I ever see that lazy shit again I will kill him with my bare hands!

      The person stopped abruptly and to his surprise laughed. The beautiful sound, which always caught his attention, made him jerk his head up.

      I wouldn’t blame you. I’ve been filing and mailing and scanning documents for three solid days, Alicia said as she pushed her tumbling black curls off of her face. I’m so glad we’re almost done.

      Oh. He paused, feeling like a jerk for losing his temper in front of her, even if he hadn’t known it was she. I bet you have been swamped. That must suck. He rolled his eyes inwardly at his lame evaluation, but what else could he say?

      She dropped down into a chair beside him and slumped over, her leg brushing his, which sent a zing of pleasure through his entire body. Obviously not seeing his evaluation as lacking in any way, she said, It does. I need a vacation after this.

      Come with us to Vince’s summer house, he blurted before he could second-guess his instinct.

      Emerson played keyboard for a metal band, Serration, with his high school friend Vince, and three guys they’d met in college, Mike, Tom, and Garren. Just a week earlier, Charles, their manager and accountant for the past six months, had abandoned them. At that point, they had realized two things: some, but luckily not all, of their money was missing, and none of their legal or operational paperwork was anywhere to be found. Contracts, booking records, royalty reports, tax records, and all forms of legal documentation, all were gone. Many important documents relevant to the last six months of operations, they suspected, had perhaps never even existed. Vince, with the help of his father and their family connections, had quickly located and hired a good team of lawyers and both a new manager and a new accountant for them. Except for being unable to find Charles, things had gone smoothly since then. As soon as the lawyers were satisfied with all their signatures, the whole band was heading to Vince’s summer house on a lake in his hometown of Hella for a much needed break. They had intended to begin recording again the next month, but for now it would have to wait.

      Alicia smiled. Really?

      Emerson nodded, pushing his long brown hair out of his face and behind his ears. He had a tendency to hide behind it, especially when Alicia was around, and he fought the urge now. He’d been wanting to get Alicia alone for months, but other things always got in the way between work and the other members of the band. He’d kept his growing feelings a secret because he didn’t want anything the guys did, even with the best of intentions, to ruin things for him. As my guest. I insist. Here I am bitching about having to sign stuff, all the while you’ve been shuffling all this shit around for days with, I’m thinking, very little thanks.

      Your thinking is correct. Everyone has been a bit testy.

      He set back to work on the papers, finding every highlighted spot and adding his signature or initials. He paused. Did you do all this?

      The highlighting? Yeah.

      He let out a long sigh. Wow. I am going to make it my personal quest to see that you have an amazing time. As soon as I’m done, I’m telling … um … blond guy?

      Theobald.

      He stopped with his pen in mid-air. Theobald?

      She nodded. Get used to it. I think he’ll be a great manager.

      Well, I’m telling him you are coming with us. You were always on top of things with this last tour, so I know exactly how hard you work. You learned the ropes so quickly.

      She laughed. "How did you know I was always on

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