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in the club.
An image of Josh Blackthorne filled her head, smirking at her, his grey eyes devilish. Her heartbeat quickened.
Returning her phone to her ear, she closed her eyes. “Hello,” she said with a loud voice, the sound of the carnally sensual song about a woman tying up her lover thrumming in her head. “This is Caitlin Reynolds. Who is this?”
“I just bought everyone in your club a drink,” Josh Blackthorne declared through the connection. “Except you, ’cause you’re not out here.”
“No, I’m not,” she answered. “And that was way too generous of you.”
“What?” he called, the thrumming music of his band and the seductive sound of his own singing in the background almost drowning him out. “I can’t hear you.”
“I’m not out there,” she said, louder this time. “And you shouldn’t have bought everyone a drink.”
“I can’t hear you,” he shouted into the phone. “The song the DJ is playing is too damn loud. Good though, don’t you think?”
Caitlin rolled her eyes. Not at the ridiculously shouted tête-à-tête they were having, but at the laughter in Blackthorne’s voice. He was enjoying himself.
And so are you. You’re smiling.
The realization she was, in fact, smiling sent a tight lick of confusion and surprise through her. She caught her bottom lip and turned from the painting opposite her. “It’s not too bad,” she yelled back, her tummy fluttering.
“What?” he called. “I still can’t hear you. I tell you what, why don’t I come in there and we can talk without all the shouting. Or you can come out here to me and I’ll buy you that drink?”
Unable to stop herself, Caitlin laughed. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”
She could hear his chuckle over the carnal sound of Synergy in the background. “I’m a lot of other things as well. Give me a chance and I’ll show you.”
Her tummy fluttered again. This time, however, the unsettled sensation was rivaled by the heavy pulse in her pussy.
Oh boy…
Gripping her phone tightly, she shook her head. “I think we’re both better where we are,” she answered, closing her eyes. “Enjoy your night here at the Chaos Room, Mr. Blackthorne.”
And before he could respond, before her uncle’s words of advice could whisper through her head again, she disconnected the call.
Slumping back in her chair, she stared at the painting opposite her. Studied it. Thought of what it stood for and who had given it to her. A few minutes later, heart fast, pulse pounding, she turned from the painting and switched on the CCTV screens showing her the floor of the club.
A second after that, she found what she was looking for. Josh Blackthorne.
She didn’t know why she was looking for him, but she was.
He leant on the main bar, his back to it, his elbows resting on its marble counter as he spoke to Zach who stood beside him. Her second-in-charge was laughing. Josh Blackthorne was grinning. Not his patented smirk, nor the relaxed smile she’d seen on his face here in her office, but a playful, boyish grin. She watched him take a sip of what looked like scotch. Watched him nod at a woman who came up and asked something of him. Zach straightened beside him, a menacing scowl falling over his features. Apparently, in the time she’d been in her office talking to her uncle, her second-in-charge had taken on the role of protective bodyguard to the rock star.
Hmm, she didn’t know how she felt about that.
The woman—a fan, going by the way she was squirming and giggling and constantly touching her cleavage—tried to give Josh a kiss. Zach stopped her with a hand. Josh shook his head, smiled at Zach and then gave the woman a wink and a quick kiss on the cheek. There was nothing dirty or condescending about it. Nothing conceited or arrogant. Caitlin couldn’t help but be impressed. If nothing else, the guy knew how to interact with his fans without causing them to be upset.
The fan giggled some more, held
An image of Josh Blackthorne filled her head, smirking at her, his grey eyes devilish. Her heartbeat quickened.
Returning her phone to her ear, she closed her eyes. “Hello,” she said with a loud voice, the sound of the carnally sensual song about a woman tying up her lover thrumming in her head. “This is Caitlin Reynolds. Who is this?”
“I just bought everyone in your club a drink,” Josh Blackthorne declared through the connection. “Except you, ’cause you’re not out here.”
“No, I’m not,” she answered. “And that was way too generous of you.”
“What?” he called, the thrumming music of his band and the seductive sound of his own singing in the background almost drowning him out. “I can’t hear you.”
“I’m not out there,” she said, louder this time. “And you shouldn’t have bought everyone a drink.”
“I can’t hear you,” he shouted into the phone. “The song the DJ is playing is too damn loud. Good though, don’t you think?”
Caitlin rolled her eyes. Not at the ridiculously shouted tête-à-tête they were having, but at the laughter in Blackthorne’s voice. He was enjoying himself.
And so are you. You’re smiling.
The realization she was, in fact, smiling sent a tight lick of confusion and surprise through her. She caught her bottom lip and turned from the painting opposite her. “It’s not too bad,” she yelled back, her tummy fluttering.
“What?” he called. “I still can’t hear you. I tell you what, why don’t I come in there and we can talk without all the shouting. Or you can come out here to me and I’ll buy you that drink?”
Unable to stop herself, Caitlin laughed. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”
She could hear his chuckle over the carnal sound of Synergy in the background. “I’m a lot of other things as well. Give me a chance and I’ll show you.”
Her tummy fluttered again. This time, however, the unsettled sensation was rivaled by the heavy pulse in her pussy.
Oh boy…
Gripping her phone tightly, she shook her head. “I think we’re both better where we are,” she answered, closing her eyes. “Enjoy your night here at the Chaos Room, Mr. Blackthorne.”
And before he could respond, before her uncle’s words of advice could whisper through her head again, she disconnected the call.
Slumping back in her chair, she stared at the painting opposite her. Studied it. Thought of what it stood for and who had given it to her. A few minutes later, heart fast, pulse pounding, she turned from the painting and switched on the CCTV screens showing her the floor of the club.
A second after that, she found what she was looking for. Josh Blackthorne.
She didn’t know why she was looking for him, but she was.
He leant on the main bar, his back to it, his elbows resting on its marble counter as he spoke to Zach who stood beside him. Her second-in-charge was laughing. Josh Blackthorne was grinning. Not his patented smirk, nor the relaxed smile she’d seen on his face here in her office, but a playful, boyish grin. She watched him take a sip of what looked like scotch. Watched him nod at a woman who came up and asked something of him. Zach straightened beside him, a menacing scowl falling over his features. Apparently, in the time she’d been in her office talking to her uncle, her second-in-charge had taken on the role of protective bodyguard to the rock star.
Hmm, she didn’t know how she felt about that.
The woman—a fan, going by the way she was squirming and giggling and constantly touching her cleavage—tried to give Josh a kiss. Zach stopped her with a hand. Josh shook his head, smiled at Zach and then gave the woman a wink and a quick kiss on the cheek. There was nothing dirty or condescending about it. Nothing conceited or arrogant. Caitlin couldn’t help but be impressed. If nothing else, the guy knew how to interact with his fans without causing them to be upset.
The fan giggled some more, held
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