Montaine
“Marcie shouted over the din of pulsing drumbeats. “If she doesn’t back off in exactly five seconds, she’s toast. I swear it.”
Marcie’s eyes glinted with menace as she watched the side of the stage, where Vaughan leaned lazily against a curtain, clutching the neck of a guitar in one hand and flipping his long curls back from his forehead with the other. A voluptuous, raven-haired girl was raised on tiptoe, her lips only centimeters from his ear as her shoulders quivered in a giggle. Her breasts ...were wrapped in a skimpy strip of fabric that looked more like a brightly colored bandage than an item of clothing. Her smooth back arched. Her hips, stuffed into skin-tight leather shorts, angled with an invitation.
“Maybe she’s just a music theory student interested in discussing his unique take on modern punk rock.”
Marcie shot me a burning glare that could have torched a forest.
“Kat’s right,” Tony chimed in. “Maybe she’s a music critic and she wants to hear about his classical influences.”MoreLess
Marcie’s eyes glinted with menace as she watched the side of the stage, where Vaughan leaned lazily against a curtain, clutching the neck of a guitar in one hand and flipping his long curls back from his forehead with the other. A voluptuous, raven-haired girl was raised on tiptoe, her lips only centimeters from his ear as her shoulders quivered in a giggle. Her breasts ...were wrapped in a skimpy strip of fabric that looked more like a brightly colored bandage than an item of clothing. Her smooth back arched. Her hips, stuffed into skin-tight leather shorts, angled with an invitation.
“Maybe she’s just a music theory student interested in discussing his unique take on modern punk rock.”
Marcie shot me a burning glare that could have torched a forest.
“Kat’s right,” Tony chimed in. “Maybe she’s a music critic and she wants to hear about his classical influences.”MoreLess
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