know best.” He raised his hand when Mayhem made to argue. “Seriously, dude, you need your pack on this one. We’ll get Hannah back, I promise you.”
“Or die trying.”
Chapter Seventeen
One minute, all she could think about was packing up her things and heading to catch her flight so she could be with Mayhem. The next she had somehow agreed to go to lunch with Allan, Mr. Hulking Muscles and Sparkling Eyes. She was in his SUV, headed to the outskirts of the city, away from her apartment, toward some remote restaurant Allan said was a must try.
And up until that very second, she was totally on board. “I have a flight to catch,” she said as she glanced over at him, her gaze doing yet another once over, her heart flip-flopping a little at his fine physique.
He cracked a smile in her direction. “Yes, you have mentioned that.” He winked. “It’s just lunch and your flight isn’t until five, right?”
She nodded, biting her lip with doubt. She shouldn’t be doing this. Mayhem wouldn’t approve.
“Plenty of time to eat and catch your flight.” Allan shrugged. “Besides, we’ll be working together for the next while. Don’t you think it’s a good idea to get to know one another?”
Working together? Right. “Yes, actually, speaking of that—” her brain snapped online “—Mayhem never said anything about hiring a photographer. When did you sign a contract?”
“Contract?” Allan frowned briefly before shrugging. “Why don’t you ask Mayhem yourself? Give him a call. I’m sure he’ll clear up any doubts.”
Yeah, why didn’t I think of that? “You’re right.” Hannah slid her phone from her purse and scrolled through her contacts. When her gaze landed on his name, she got a jolt of giddy excitement, still finding it surreal that she had the personal phone number of one of the biggest, most sought after, rock stars out there.
And he was hers if she wanted him. She smiled to herself as she tapped his name, sending the call through a second after that.
It rang once then clicked over to voice mail. “It’s Mayhem, leave a message.”
Allan pulled into a small parking lot right next to a building that did indeed look posh, and very expensive. Hannah frowned. She couldn’t afford this place. She clicked the end call, deciding to leave a message later, her mind whirling around how she was going to get out of lunch without totally embarrassing herself.
“Allan,” she started, her voice doubtful. “This place looks like you need reservations…maybe we should…”
Allan cocked a smile and patted her arm. “No worries, Hannah, I’ve got this.”
“But…”
“A friend of mine owns the place. He owes me a few favors.” He winked then motioned to the door. “Come on, you only live once right?”
Hannah’s unease melted away under his sparkling gaze and teasing smile. “Okay.” She beamed back. What could it hurt? She needed to eat, and getting to know her new photographer certainly wasn’t breaking any laws. Besides, if Mayhem had hired him, he had to be all right.
An hour and a half later and they’d finished lunch and were into their second bottle of wine, laughing like old friends. Hannah couldn’t even fathom why she had doubts at all.
“I was admiring your tattoo back at the office. Is it new?” Hannah motioned to his forearm, fighting the urge to run her fingers over the stunning art on his flesh.
Allan moved his arm to the side as he glanced down at his tattoo. “Not new, a few years old. I’m glad you like it.”
Hannah smiled. “It’s amazing artwork. I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but have never had the guts to do it.”
“Tattoos on women are very lovely, if done right.” He frowned as he scanned her upper body. “Although it would be a shame to mar your skin. It’s flawless.”
Hannah fought to tamp down the blooming blush as best she could. “Flawless? Ha!” She rotated her arm, lowering her head to hide her face a little with her
“Or die trying.”
Chapter Seventeen
One minute, all she could think about was packing up her things and heading to catch her flight so she could be with Mayhem. The next she had somehow agreed to go to lunch with Allan, Mr. Hulking Muscles and Sparkling Eyes. She was in his SUV, headed to the outskirts of the city, away from her apartment, toward some remote restaurant Allan said was a must try.
And up until that very second, she was totally on board. “I have a flight to catch,” she said as she glanced over at him, her gaze doing yet another once over, her heart flip-flopping a little at his fine physique.
He cracked a smile in her direction. “Yes, you have mentioned that.” He winked. “It’s just lunch and your flight isn’t until five, right?”
She nodded, biting her lip with doubt. She shouldn’t be doing this. Mayhem wouldn’t approve.
“Plenty of time to eat and catch your flight.” Allan shrugged. “Besides, we’ll be working together for the next while. Don’t you think it’s a good idea to get to know one another?”
Working together? Right. “Yes, actually, speaking of that—” her brain snapped online “—Mayhem never said anything about hiring a photographer. When did you sign a contract?”
“Contract?” Allan frowned briefly before shrugging. “Why don’t you ask Mayhem yourself? Give him a call. I’m sure he’ll clear up any doubts.”
Yeah, why didn’t I think of that? “You’re right.” Hannah slid her phone from her purse and scrolled through her contacts. When her gaze landed on his name, she got a jolt of giddy excitement, still finding it surreal that she had the personal phone number of one of the biggest, most sought after, rock stars out there.
And he was hers if she wanted him. She smiled to herself as she tapped his name, sending the call through a second after that.
It rang once then clicked over to voice mail. “It’s Mayhem, leave a message.”
Allan pulled into a small parking lot right next to a building that did indeed look posh, and very expensive. Hannah frowned. She couldn’t afford this place. She clicked the end call, deciding to leave a message later, her mind whirling around how she was going to get out of lunch without totally embarrassing herself.
“Allan,” she started, her voice doubtful. “This place looks like you need reservations…maybe we should…”
Allan cocked a smile and patted her arm. “No worries, Hannah, I’ve got this.”
“But…”
“A friend of mine owns the place. He owes me a few favors.” He winked then motioned to the door. “Come on, you only live once right?”
Hannah’s unease melted away under his sparkling gaze and teasing smile. “Okay.” She beamed back. What could it hurt? She needed to eat, and getting to know her new photographer certainly wasn’t breaking any laws. Besides, if Mayhem had hired him, he had to be all right.
An hour and a half later and they’d finished lunch and were into their second bottle of wine, laughing like old friends. Hannah couldn’t even fathom why she had doubts at all.
“I was admiring your tattoo back at the office. Is it new?” Hannah motioned to his forearm, fighting the urge to run her fingers over the stunning art on his flesh.
Allan moved his arm to the side as he glanced down at his tattoo. “Not new, a few years old. I’m glad you like it.”
Hannah smiled. “It’s amazing artwork. I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but have never had the guts to do it.”
“Tattoos on women are very lovely, if done right.” He frowned as he scanned her upper body. “Although it would be a shame to mar your skin. It’s flawless.”
Hannah fought to tamp down the blooming blush as best she could. “Flawless? Ha!” She rotated her arm, lowering her head to hide her face a little with her
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