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about to see a killer show. Shouldn’t be pissed about nothing.” Fiddling with his lip piercing, he flicked his tongue over his lips, his eyes still honed in on me.
    Oh, he thinks that’s going to make me melt?
    I said nothing, and then he winked at me.
    “Trust me,” I said. “You don’t want to know.”
    A deep laugh growled up his throat. “Something as pretty as you shouldn’t let anything ruin a good time with Jag Steele.”
    He looked so sure of himself. This was in no way an attempt to be cordial, no, this was an attempt to add me to the list of girls he was going to fuck after the show.
    He was one of those guys I despised. Unlike his brother, Jag was exactly how he appeared in interviews—actually, he was worse.
    “Ugh!” I couldn’t stop my disgust from verbalizing.
    I’d had enough of him.
    I reached for my ticket, and he snatched it from the table. Waving it in front of his face, he taunted, “I refuse to give you this ticket back until you smile. Women aren’t allowed to have a bad time when I’m involved.” Then he grinded his teeth together, making it obvious, at least to me, that he was high on coke.
    Done. That snapped me back into reality. The façade shattered into a million pieces and the spell of sex his face had cast on me lifted.
    Crossing my arms, I allowed a slow smile to curl my lips. “You want to know why I’m pissed? Because it’s my freakin’ sister’s twenty-first birthday, and this is what she wanted for her birthday. To meet you! I’m only here because I’m the DD, and had to come along for the ride.”
    My insides shook. His eyes to grew wide and one side of his lip twitched a little.
    I inhaled a large breathe, then said, “ I don’t really like your music, and could absolutely think of five-hundred better ways to be spending my Friday night than standing here in front of you listening to your narcissistic banter!”
    I watched his expression fade from one of seduction to shock. He looked like he’d just been slapped in the face. I had just made a small crack tear through that showy rock star armor he wore.
    That’s right, Jag Steele. You are a fucking troll, and I have to stay away from you. Take that, you arrogant asshole.
    Before he had a chance to respond to my brashness, Layla came running up, screaming at me. “Roxy, what the hell are you doing?” She grabbed my arm, yanking me away from the table.
    “Let go of me.” I rolled my arms and jerked my arm away from her.
    Her eyes were wild with anger, and she growled at me before turning and flinging herself on the table in front of Jag.
    I had to cover my face. I’d just laid into him, and now my sister was groveling at his feet. Everyone around was staring at us. Unbelievable.
    If nothing else, I’d made an impression on Jag, one that would be hard for him to forget.

Chapter 6
    Those fucking eyes of his. Damn. They were undeniably sexy. Just a glance from him was like foreplay. How in the hell had I gotten in this situation? It was like I was drugged because I couldn’t even recall how I’d ended up with him. But there I sat, on a bench in front of the Chinese Theatre, next to Jag Steele. My entire body was tense. I had no business with him. I knew he was no good for me. I was no good for him. We were both complete messes…And fuck those lips! Perfectly shaped, perfectly full, and all I wanted to do was kiss them.
    Damn it, Roxy.
    “What’s wrong, princess?” He smiled, and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, which sent uncomfortably tingly shivers down my spine and between my thighs.
    Seriously? He did nothing but piss me off at the meet and greet. Why am I with him? I’ve turned on myself, and why? All because during the concert he found me in the audience and dedicated their best song to me. That fucked with my head on so many levels.
    I shook my head and swallowed, trying to pull some smart-ass comment together, but failed. As I turned to look at him, he grabbed me. Inching his face