Be My Bad Boy

He smirked at Ashley as if to say there was no way I could do it. Like I had no ability to pick up the phone and call someone and set up a gig. I was totally capable of doing all that and more.
I rubbed my grandmother's ring again, needing the comforting reassurance of it and sat forward in my chair. The cold challenge in his eyes said I couldn't do it.

"I don't need to prove anything." I picked up the contact again.
"You might have your contract and all your legal bunk but you can't force us to do anything. What are you going to do if we don't show up? Throw us over your shoulder and force us to play? Not going to happen. Take us to court and sue us? You can't get blood out of a stone, babe, and we have no money to pay."
I gulped. That was my bluff. I had no legal standing and I hoped they wouldn't realise. He was 100% right. They could walk away right now and I'd have nothing, not even the management company to sell.
"I'll take your challenge. By the end of the week you say. Fine. And then you'll follow the plan." I picked up the folder sitting on the table and waved it at him. "You'll play the places I say and turn this band into a paying proposition."

"If you can swing it." He snorted, not believing I could do it.
"Have you ever managed a band before, rich girl? They don’t let just anyone play the Metro, you know." Ashley snorted.

Jinxx pulled a bunch of CDs out of his bag and handed them to me. “You might need these. They are our demos. And I'll send you some bios too."
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. We have a website now. And maybe one of you could do some twittering and stuff like that. You need a social media presence, you know."
Andy coughed and I turned, completely forgetting about that thing. My eyes had gone straight to his groin with its unmistakable bulge. I blushed and tried to will myself to stop but the more I tried not to blush the more my face burned.
"I don’t twitter."

"And we are making a music video." I figured that would put the ball back in my court. “So, which of our songs do you intend to make this clip for? I assume that as our manager, you are fully aware of our entire repertoire."
"As your manager, I don’t need to know your songs. I deal with the business side, not the music. And, if you don’t like it, remember I gave you the option of buying me out."
But he ignored me and stood up. Picking up his guitar case, he nodded at the others.
"We have shit to do."
He walked off but Jake waited.
"We are doing a gig tonight. It's just going to be small but it'd be worth you coming along. You really might want to listen to some of our stuff."
I stared at Andy's back as he leaned on the counter paying the bill. "I don't know if I'd be welcome."
"Oh, don't worry about Andy. He has some issues but it's not like he’s in charge of who comes to see the band play. I'd really like you to come along.”
He looked up at me through the fringe of hair that had come loose from the clip with such a cute look in his eyes, I could hardly say no. In fact, everything about Jake was cute. From his hair to the black nail polish on the tips of his fingernails that peeked out of the stretched sleeves of his sweater. He grinned.
"You'll come? Oh, that's so unreal. Hurry up or they'll go without us."
I followed after Jake but I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing.

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