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list of negative qualities on my fingers. “I’m stubborn, a workaholic, and my schooling is my top priority.”
    “You know, some men like a woman with a bit of fight.” He spread his legs a little further on the chair, giving me a spectacular view of what he had to offer. “And it’s good to have goals. Dreams. Ambitions. Don’t you think?”
    He was challenging me, his brow raised in amusement, that suave smirk from the night before taking over his face. And I couldn’t help but notice the way his chocolate eyes sparkled when he had his sights set on something he wanted.
    It was exactly the effect I’d been going for.
    I leaned forward, allowing the top of my breasts to swell further. “Well, I’m also engaged.” It took everything I had to keep my shit-eating grin at bay. But there was also that pang of guilt, not only because I’d used my sex appeal against a man that wasn’t my fiancé, but also because maybe I’d come on too strong.
    Then again, for all I knew, my being engaged wouldn’t matter to him.
    Just as that thought formed in my head, Jace cleared his throat, his spine going rigid in the chair. “I see,” he said, the playfulness of his smile and the warmth of his gaze no longer present. “Do you have any other questions for me?”
    What in Sam hill just happened?
    I certainly hadn’t expected that, at least not to that extent; it threw me off, left me confused and stuttering. “Oh—um—yes. H—have you had any—um—interest in signing a record deal?”
    “We haven’t really discussed it,” he said, tone so cold and business-like, it sent a shiver down my spine. “We’re just now landing consistent gigs, but if there’s an offer on the table, we’ll make the decision as a group.”
    “Do you always make decisions that way?” It hadn’t been on my list of questions, but I suddenly had this strange desire to know more, maybe because his previous answer hinted there might be more to this man than I’d originally considered. Add in his sudden… coldness, and it was clear there was something I’d missed about him.
    “Always. We’re a team, just like any other team,” he said, eyes narrowing at me. “What one does affects us all. No major decisions about the band unless everyone agrees.”
    My mouth flopped open in disbelief. Never, in a million years, would I have seen this guy as a team player, not when he had a god complex far superior to any man I’d ever encountered. “Why?” I asked. My curiosity sent the question flying from my mouth without reason or permission.
    His brow furrowed tightly, and those previously warm eyes were now thin, angry slits. “Disagreements are one of the biggest reasons bands fall apart. I love those guys like family. I’d never disrespect my family, go behind their back and make a decision that affected them unless I had their consent. Family is everything.”
    I gulped, hard. Oh shit, God’s gift has morals. And, judging by the way he’s looking at me, he thinks I don’t.
    “Anything else?” he asked, glancing around the stage as if he suddenly had better places to be.
    I glanced down nervously at my notes. “No. I—um—I think I have enough to run the story.”
    “Great.” He stood, looking a little stiff and maybe even angry.
    Questions that had nothing to do with is band or his performance flooded my brain as he hurried me back to the stage steps. What the hell happened to the warm, flirtatious rock star? Had I been completely off about him? Or had I misinterpreted his interest in me?
    “Thanks for the interview,” I said before heading back through the curtain.
    “Oh, sure.” He gave me a stiff smile and then turned to walk away. But after a few steps, he turned to look at me once more. “Take it for what it’s worth, but I’m not so sure your fiancé would condone your outfit, especially not in a place like this.” And with that, he took off to rejoin his band mates, his playfulness returning now that I was no