fingers of his brother. Ter took the pen without looking up, without emerging from his world. He now tapped the rhythm of a forming song with the pen, completely lost in his music. After a while, he scribbled down notes and lyrics on the copy paper until his brother startled him out of his submersion with a nudge to his ribs.
“Three o’clock. Two gorgeous women. The taller one has been checking you out. And she’s hot. Not your usual groupie type, but definitely hot.”
Ter was pulled from his musical wanderings and looked up, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the direction Grant had indicated.
When he met her eyes, he gasped for breath and couldn’t stop the cocky grin that spread across his face. None other than Ivy was ogling him.
He picked up his martini and silently toasted her before taking a sip. He expected her to return the gesture, but instead, she grabbed her purse and fled the bar, grabbing her friend’s arm on her way. Both women disappeared toward the bathrooms while he sat there with a racing heart.
Chapter 6
Ivy dragged her best friend, Bella, from their table and straight into the ladies room. She leaned back against the wall and tried to steady her racing heart. When Bella looked at her, she asked, “Did you see that guy?”
Bella grinned. “Two gorgeous hunks sitting to the side of the bar? Coal black hair and bodies to die for? Of course I did. Nothing to run away from.”
“You don’t understand–”
But Bella wasn’t to be interrupted. “The guy with the pen checked you out. I wonder what he looks like without that shirt on? I bet he’s hot. And he has a tattoo. Wonder what else he’s hiding beneath that shirt and those leather pants?”
Bella waggled her eyebrows and Ivy giggled nervously. Just hearing her friend describe Terrence had sent a tingle down her spine, to pool in the pit of her stomach and down to her feminine parts. Exactly where she didn’t want to feel them.
She looked up and found Bella watching her with her arms crossed over her chest. “Who is he? Spill it.”
“The guy in the bar?”
“You know who I’m talking about. Why did we have to run?”
“That’s him.”
Bella pushed away from the sink where she’d been leaning. “Him? Scorching hot singer Terrence Paxton you had a meeting with today? Good for you.”
“He’s a client, for God’s sake.”
“You’ve done nothing but rave about him since you came home this afternoon.”
Ivy shook her head. “Yes. Him. And no, I haven’t been raving about him. He’s a rock star. I don’t date rock stars. I advise them on legal matters. There’s nothing about him. Nothing at all. He’s a bad boy like all of them. That makes him completely unsuitable for me. Look at him.”
Bella laughed out loud. “I sure would love to get another eyeful of him and the other one, but you dragged me away to the ladies room and it’s very unlikely either one of them will show up in here.”
Despite her agitation, Ivy had to laugh. “That’s right. But he’s so not my type.”
“A smoking hot man with the most irresistible grin on his face, and a tattoo around his biceps that just begs to be touched, is not your type? Okay, so what exactly would be your type then? Not the loser you dated twice a few months back, right?”
Ivy stared angrily at her best friend. “I need an intelligent, educated, loving, and loyal man. Most of all loyal. Rock stars like Ter fit none of those criteria.”
“You’re calling him Ter? Honey, this is much worse than I thought.”
“It’s not. As you well know, its company policy to use first names.”
Bella laughed, ignoring her protest. “From what I saw, he was doing a pretty good job of checking you out.”
“No, he wasn’t. He probably was looking at you.”
“Trust me on this one, honey, I’ve flirted with enough men to be one hundred percent sure he was checking you out, not me.”
“You’re wrong,” Ivy insisted. Several other women stepped inside the