Read Online Rock My Christmas (FlameSmith in Love Book 1) by Laura Kitchell - Free Book Online

then climbed into a cab. Kendel pushed through a glass door and joined her. “Where to now?”
    “The arena. You want to be the best assistant?”
    “I do, actually.” She needed to show Burn he could rely on her.
    “You have to learn to anticipate his needs. Learn what he likes and make it available. Be where he’s going before he gets there.”
    The taxi reached the hill’s base and had to wait while the rest of their group crossed.
    “And don’t be lazy like that bunch. They do as little as they think they can get away with.”
    Kendel nodded to one, not liking the girl’s too-confident air. “Who’s the trashy-looking blonde?”
    “That’s Justina. She’s a groupie. Probably came with V. He likes to keep a piece of ass at hand, but never does the same girl twice. Justina gets around it by never putting out. She’ll do anything but spread her legs.”
    Disgusted, Kendel averted her eye from the tramp. “I feel bad for V’s assistant.”
    “Tell me about it.” Marty settled back and fastened her seatbelt as the taxi entered heavy airport traffic. “He’s hardly more than a pimp. You’re going to want to buckle up. These Korean drivers push the boundaries of sanity.”
    She fastened her restraint. “Do you think we could make time to stop at an exchange bank? I don’t have any Korean cash. What’s Korean money called?”
    Marty shrugged. “I just use Dan’s credit card for everything.”
    “Won,” said the driver, glancing at her in his rearview mirror.
    “Won,” she repeated.
    “Yes,” he said succinctly. “There is Korean exchange bank on way. You want stop?”
    “Please.” She offered him a smile.
    He didn’t return her smile but gave the road his attention as he merged onto a highway. A sign told drivers they could reach Seoul in forty-five kilometers.
    “Wait a second,” she said to Dan’s assistant. “I thought we were in Seoul.”
    “God knows, woman. Would you please read your itinerary?” Marty’s eyes went wild.
    “Don’t have a stroke. Fine.” Kendel pulled her phone from her jeans’ front pocket and turned it on. Immediately it began roaming. She didn’t want to contemplate what her bill would cost if she spent two days roaming overseas. It’d probably bankrupt her.
    She navigated to her cellular settings and switched off her data roaming. Accessing her archived emails, she located Burn’s message and read it. Incheon. They’d flown into the Incheon airport. The band currently recorded an interview for a late night talk show. They’d lunch at the studio then arrive at the arena for a sound check and mass media photo session.
    The driver parked at a curb in front of a bank, and she hurried inside. She reached for a number tag, but a clerk wearing reindeer antlers and a friendly smile waved her to an available window. Keeping a twenty-dollar bill, she exchanged fifty then folded the money into the pocket that held her phone.
    “Meddi Kudismas,” said the clerk with a bow.
    Kendel hesitated until the sounds sunk in. She grinned. “Merry Christmas.”
    In minutes, the driver whipped them through bustling traffic, narrowly missing trucks and buses. Even Marty squealed in fright at one point. When they arrived in front of the stadium, Kendel’s stomach fluttered.
    Why? Because she would learn how to work a concert? No.
    Because she’d get to hear FlameSmith’s music live for the first time? No.
    Her stomach quivered because sexy, dangerous Burn would sing into a microphone while fingering a guitar, and the idea turned her on.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    “I wish you hadn’t let Justina come along,” said Jay, twirling drumsticks while their transport van inched along in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
    “That slapper gives good head.” V nudged Burn.
    “Leave me out of it.” He wouldn’t say it, but it irritated him, too.
    “What? She’s here for us all. You know I can’t relax on those flights. I needed something besides a