Nikki's lower lip quivered, all the fight going out of her in an instant. She totally wanted him-and he'd probably hurt her feelings-but he had a long history of interacting with women he wasn't interested in and he knew from experience that if he showed them kindness and respect, they thought it meant he liked them and then he couldn't shake them. Maybe that was why he'd been labeled an asshole. Better an asshole than a dude with dozens of crazy stalkers.
"I invited her," Gabe said. "I invited both of them, okay? It's none of your concern."
Shade's eyebrows shot up. Gabe had invited Nikki? Really? There was only one reason he could think of to invite a girl like Nikki along on a romantic weekend with your new girlfriend.
"So they'll double up on your dick, but not mine?" Shade was teasing because Gabe was being entirely too serious about the situation. Unfortunately, Gabe's girlfriend took his jest at face value.
"You are the biggest pig I've ever met in my life!" Melanie screamed at him.
Hmm . . . pig is a step up from asshole. Maybe she hates me less than I thought.
Melanie continued her tirade while Nikki smirked at him. "I don't know why anyone would do anything with you other than kick you in the nuts."
Or not . . .
Nikki stepped forward, apparently thinking Melanie had compromised his armor. "Can I talk to you?" she asked, looking up at him with those bedroom eyes of hers.
"No," he said flatly. "I have nothing to say to you. If I had, I would have called you."
Melanie actually growled at him. "You have no problem fucking her in a public hallway . . ."
He had to admit that he'd had a good time with Nikki. She was a fun party girl, but not someone he wanted to get close to. Not someone he wanted in his life. Not someone like Amanda.
"Or a sauna," Nikki supplied.
Shade's balls tightened at the memory of what wonderful things Nikki had done to them in that sauna. Yeah, Nikki needed to get lost as soon as possible. Not that he couldn't control his libido, but he'd rather not have to worry about it.
"Or a sauna," Melanie spat. "But you don't have the common decency to carry on a polite conversation with her?"
Did Melanie have any idea what kind of woman her friend was? Nikki wasn't interested in polite conversation. She wanted to fuck, and that was all she wanted to do. Which was fun for a weekend, but it didn't amount to anything. The fact that she was here set off all sorts of warning bells in Shade's head. His big head. The little one would consider a second go at her. She was exceptionally bendy.
"That about sums it up," he said and turned on his heel to stalk away. He didn't want to hurt Nikki's feelings by pointing out her loose transgressions to her best friend-who seemed to think she was Nikki's guard dog-but at the same time he didn't want Nikki to think she had a chance to be with him. So his best course of action was to walk away. He managed not to grin at the sound of rage Melanie bellowed at his back. That chick really hated him. What the fuck did Gabe see in her?
Shade entered the band's dressing room and was immediately wrapped in the arms of their tour manager. He couldn't help but be aware of Sally's large, soft breasts pressing into his chest, but she was like an older sister to him, and he knew how much she and her husband-a member of the crew-loved each other. Shade would never make a move on Sally, and he was pretty sure she'd refuse him if he tried. But he did enjoy her hugs and not only because she had a great rack.
"I've been looking all over for you," Sally said. She pulled away and looked up at him, her bright blue eyes set off by thick black eyeliner. She dressed like a groupie, but was entirely professional when it came to running Sole Regret's tour.
"Am I in trouble again?" he asked with a teasing grin.
"I'm sure you are, but that's not why I need to talk to you. There's an opportunity for Sole Regret to play at Rock on the Range on the main stage. One of the scheduled bands had to cancel and the event coordinator called me-desperate and begging."
Shade shook his head. "I already told you we aren't performing at Rock on the Range this year. It's during Julie's weekend-"
"Jacob," Sally interrupted. She only called him Jacob when she was flustered. "I know you want to see your daughter. I understand that. Bring her with you-"
"No," he said. "She doesn't like the loud place"-which was what the four-year-old called concerts-"and I don't want her exposed to that environment. She's very impressionable." He dropped his eyes, unable to stop himself from staring at Sally's boobs. He swore that some women had eyeball magnets on their chests. Their tour manager was one of them.