Savage Rhythm (Standalone Romance) (Club Volare Book 6) by Chloe Cox

Author:Chloe Cox [Cox, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, New Adult & College, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Suspense, Suspense
Amazon: B00EKMMVDI
Published: 2013-08-13T21:00:00+00:00

chapter 18

Molly couldn’t stop smiling. She felt like an idiot. No, she probably was an idiot for agreeing to this ridiculous situation. How was she supposed to be a hard-nosed investigative…biographer, or whatever was her official job title, if she was also submitting sexually to Declan Donovan? It wasn’t a theoretical question; how was she supposed to do her job—any job—if she was constantly having sex?

Constantly getting fucked. And fucked well. With always the possibility that he’d demand sex at any given time.

Yeah, no wonder she couldn’t stop smiling.

And now she was wearing this tiny, itty little bitty skirt, the kind of thing she was sure showed her ass every time she moved, and she was wearing it with the knowledge that she was wearing it for him. It made everything she did erotic. Like foreplay. Every time she moved, every time she felt the fabric lift in the breeze…

She was in her own little X-rated fantasy world. Too bad she was also standing on a sidewalk in Hoboken, getting in the way.

It was chaos once again. A local radio station was supposed to announce the show only an hour before Savage Heart went on, but the news had leaked. Either the club itself, or the opening act, or the police—clearly someone had gotten the proper permits this time; the police had closed down an entire block behind the club for their bus and the vans and trailers of the smaller bands. Anyway, someone had opened their mouth. And Hoboken found out.

It was a mob scene. Almost as bad as Springfield. Only this time, the cops were prepared; the mob was on the other side of heavily reinforced barricades. They’d broken out now in a drunken chorus of “October Moon” and it didn’t seem like they’d stop anytime soon.

Meanwhile, the roadies had to set up and the guys had to get ready. The cops wouldn’t let her within ten feet of the barricades, and everyone else was too busy for an interview. So Molly was standing in the middle of the street while everyone else had a job to do and the world frothed with fan mania around her.

Well, almost everyone. One dude kept staring. Kept sneaking looks. The kind you could actually feel slime across your skin.

And now he was back.

“So are you with one of the bands?” he said. He was skinny and tall, older than Molly thought at first glance, just looking at the studded belt he wore and his mangy faux-hawk. He had some wrinkles around the eyes, the mouth. Nicotine stained teeth and sallow skin. None of that was so bad, except for the creepiness.

He had sidled up to her. An actual sidle.

“I don’t think they’d let me back here if I wasn’t,” she said.

“You know Savage Heart is playing tonight,” Faux-Hawk said. He gave her a crooked smile. “I could probably get you in to meet them.”

Molly stifled a laugh. She didn’t want to be rude, but that was funny.

“You know,” Faux-Hawk said, coming close enough to touch her hand with his, “if I thought you were nice.

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