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pale green eyes. 
     

Chapter 4 
Torsten

    Before anyone could react, the woman held up her cell phone. Without removing her eyes from Torsten, she pressed the camera button and snapped a picture of him and his conquest for the night.
    She was every bit as stunning as his brief glimpse of her remembered. Those pale green eyes zeroed in on him like lasers as that delicate hand held up her phone. Her hand connected to a slender arm, which attached to a softly sloping shoulder under a clingy black dress. The dress didn’t reveal too much, but it clung just enough to her curves to make his cock jump in this awkward situation.
    He untangled himself from his fan and stepped forward. “Can I help you find something in my room?” he asked nonchalantly. 
    “No,” she replied curtly. Her voice was sharp but high and feminine like a songbird. “I found plenty without your help.” 
    “And who are you?” Torsten asked, unfazed. 
    She narrowed her eyes and pressed her kissable, pillowy lips into a thin line. She was pissed off and looked damn sexy.
    “I’m your ex-drummer’s ex-wife.” 
    Ex-wife? Really? Torsten stroked his beard, allowing a smile to pull at the corners of his lips. 
    “I thought that was you, Helena.” 
    “Um, should I go?” The voice of the girl piped up nervously like a mouse. 
    “Yes, let the adults talk. And look for your picture in The Gossip Queen tomorrow,” Helena said, waving her phone at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it a good story.” 
    With a final glance at Torsten, the wide-eyed fan pulled away from him. He shot her an apologetic glance as she speed walked down the hall, but he wasn’t entirely sorry. His evening was about to become a lot more interesting. 
    He crossed his forearms in front of his chest while shamelessly drinking in Helena’s curvaceous form before him. Her wide hips and stacked chest made an hourglass figure that made his cock throb insatiably. That sexy, pissed off expression of hers was just the cherry on top. What he would do to see that beautiful face pant and beg and moan his name. 
    “So you cut off the dead weight and decided to pursue your dream of being a tabloid reporter? Breaking into hotel rooms is ambitious, evening for a paparazzi.” 
    “I’m not a reporter, but I will sell this picture with a story,” she shot back. 
    “I’ll save you the trouble,” he scoffed. “A musician bringing a fan to his hotel room isn’t exactly newsworthy. They will laugh you out of the building.”
    “Whatever, Torsten. I’m done here.” 
    She tried to walk past him to the door, but he blocked the way with a long, muscular arm. “Not so fast, love. I think you owe me an apology, at least.” 
    “Oh, isn’t that rich!” she snapped. “You should be apologizing to me!” Her face turned a deep shade of red and Torsten could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears.
    He couldn’t stop the amusement from spreading across his face. This chick fit the very definition of hot and crazy and he enjoyed it immensely. Watching her get all hot and bothered made him want to shove her against that wall, hike that dress up and make her beg his forgiveness. He wasn’t even angry that she broke into his room, he just wanted control of that tight, curvy body. 
    “Okay,” he relented, playing along with her nonsense claim. “I should apologize to you for what, exactly?”
    “For Lars.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “What about your junkie ex?”
    “ You  made him a junkie! You  killed my marriage!” She hissed the words with such venom, her lips trembled and her eyes brimmed with tears. Suddenly, Torsten wasn’t amused by her emotions anymore but saddened. He saw from the expression written on her face that she believed the words she spoke with all her heart. 
    He narrowed his eyes. This was the reason she looked at him so virulently from the audience. Lars’ lies really had cemented into her brain for a long time. Lies upon lies. She was