Black Lilith: Book One (Black Lilith #1) Read Online Free PDF

contract and emailed it back to Bass Note , along with her letter of resignation from her job working under Trixie.
    She doesn’t know who is more grateful that she has quit—her or Trixie.
    It’s fifteen minutes after the meeting’s scheduled beginning when the door opens and Mikayla looks up from her laptop. Logan is standing in the doorway, wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt and tight jeans with chains decorating the hips. His tattoo shines in the fluorescent light and when she looks up he freezes, eyes darting as though he’s looking for a way out.
    “Afternoon,” Mikayla says. “Just so I’m clear… is lateness a thing for you guys?”
    “Usually,” Logan replies. “Sorry… I already texted Tommy. He’ll get everyone here in a little while.”
    His voice is husky and rough, and she has to take a moment to repeat the words he’d said in her mind because she’d been too focused on the way his voice had run through her, to make sense of what he was saying. He enters the room cautiously, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. Mikayla can smell a heady, wooden cologne coming off of him in waves.
    She chews on her tongue and tries not to let herself look annoyed, but she knows that she’s usually an open book when it comes to things like that. Her mother likes to tell her that she wears her heart on her sleeve. But really, if they knew that they were going to be late, why wouldn’t they just tell her so that she could schedule a later time? It isn’t a difficult concept!
    Logan has his arms leaning on the table and is staring at his fingernails. Mikayla can see dark purple smudges under his soft brown eyes, which have a lingering pinkness and tells her that they were bloodshot at some point in the last twenty-four hours. He looks exhausted.
    “Late night?” she asks.
    He shrugs. “I don’t know, I haven’t gone to sleep yet,” he replies. He rolls his shoulder and runs a hand through his dark hair, messing it up slightly and making him look even more like he’d just rolled out of bed. She resolutely refuses to imagine what it would be like to wake up in bed next to him.
    “Lots of groupies?” she asks instead, and she instantly regrets the question because she sounds so damn jealous even to her own ears. She crosses her legs and leans back to try and look more nonchalant, but the damage is already done.
    Logan finally raises his eyes to look at her. There’s amusement in his gaze and something else that she can’t identify. “And if there was?” he asks slyly.
    She shrugs. “Just remember to cover up,” she says.
    “That’s the sort of line you should be throwing Tommy,” Logan replies. “He’s too much of a gentleman to carry condoms in his back pocket. Slate carries extra for him.”
    “Sure, he carries extra for Tommy ,” she says with a snort. She makes a mental note to put a couple in her purse when they go on tour.
    Logan grins at her. It isn’t anything like the predatory looks he’d given her when they met in the green room—he seems genuinely amused. It makes him look younger and brighter. It makes Mikayla’s heart thud just a little bit louder.
    “Yeah, Slate likes making new friends.”
    Mikayla hums in agreement. She realizes that she’s grinning as well. That they’re looking at each other over the table, sharing smiles, and that she feels comfortable with Logan for the first time since he’d walked into the green room with that glint in his eye.
    “Is he late with them, too?”
    Logan’s shoulders shake while he silently laughs. “I think he’s usually early… don’t know how else he could get through them all.”
    Mikayla is about to retort before she realizes how inappropriate it is to be talking about her employers’ sex lives. Even if it does make Logan smile at her. She can’t be choosing her behaviors based on whether or not Logan will smile at her. Considering how they’d met, she didn’t want him to get even more of a wrong impression