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really liked both of the people that I’d met today who were going to be sharing the road experience with me for the next several months.
    Accepting a glass of champagne from a server carrying a silver tray, I started to get into a conversation with Devon about her idea for the movie poster.  Before she could share her vision, I felt the air in the room shift.  Nothing about Ian or Devon changed, but I could feel the difference in a big way.  Smiling over my shoulder Ian said, “Hey Flynn! You haven’t met Tessa in person yet, have you?”
    Reminding myself to breathe, I held it together beautifully when Flynn stepped next to me for Ian to introduce us.  At least I did until Flynn met my eyes for the first time in six years and then took my hand in his. 
    For a moment time stood still and there wasn’t anything or anyone else in the room.  Hell, there wasn’t even a room.  It was just Flynn and I.  Not Flynn Rand, hotter than hell singer, but Flynn Rand, the man.   And what a man he was. I had a hard time remembering that I’d seen his face, looked into his eyes and heard his voice before, and I was alarmed that in seconds I was wet. 
    No, not just wet, drenched.
    The sound of Devon’s throaty laugh pulled me back from wherever it was that I’d gone, and I smiled up at Flynn with what I hoped was a normal expression as opposed to an, “I’m so hot right now that I’d like you to take me into another room, bend me over and take me as hard as humanly possible” look. 
    He smiled back at me as his hand continued to hold onto mine, and while his face looked calm, the eyes looking back into mine were anything but.  They were full of pure unadulterated, “I want to fucking pound you” lust, and I clenched my inner muscles so hard in response to that look that I almost came on the spot.
    Jesus Christ, I was a groupie cliché. 
    What.
    The. 
    Fuck ?
     

Chapter Five
     
    Even with only the benefit of a rear view, I knew without a doubt that it was Tessa. I could feel it.  I could see that she was in conversation with Ian and Devon, but fuck if I cared.  Now that I had her in my sights, I needed to meet her.  If the front was as alluring as the back, I was going to need to work hard to keep myself in check for the rest of the night.  She was wearing some sexy as hell red number, and I’d already decided she had the most delicious looking ass and legs that I’d ever laid eyes on.  The strappy little fuck me heels that she was wearing started a cascade of images in my head, all involving hammering into her while she wore them, and nothing else.
    When Ian saw me, he gave me a smile and a head gesture to make my way over.  As if I could stop from going! I was drawn to Tessa Hamilton as though she was an industrial strength magnet.  Coming up directly behind her, I took in her clean fresh scent. 
    Ian wasted no time in starting the introductions.  “Hey Flynn! You haven’t met Tessa in person yet, have you?”
    I had n’t, unless you counted the dozens of five alarm fantasies and dreams I’d had about her since the night I saw that picture.  Taking a step closer, I stopped when I was standing at her side, holding my breath as she turned to face me for the first time.
    Fuck.
    ME.
    As amazing as the photos I saw of her were, the in-the-flesh version was a million times better.  My brain catalogued a hundred different facts in less than ten seconds.  She was probably five foot four without the shoes, she was a full B cup, and she wore a size three/four.  I’d definitely earned my doctorate studying and examining the female form over the last decade, but for the first time it shamed me that I’d done all that without even thinking about it. 
    When our eyes me t for the first time, I lost time for a moment.  What the fuck was it about her that was so familiar? I was positive now that I’d never seen or met her previously, because my reaction to her was so extreme that it was something I would