"What-you mean like you'd be an Amazonian woman and I'd be a fallen fighter pilot whose plane went down in the jungle? And because you saved my life, I must serve your every sexual fantasy to repay you?" he gushed.
Every guy in the crew and band laughed. Eric's mic was on. He glanced around nervously, his face flushed.
"Yeah, exactly like that," Rebekah murmured into his mic.
The laughter changed into tortured mutterings.
"Fuck, yeah. Let's go."
She pecked him on the lips and then stared into his eyes. "That was a rhetorical question."
He slapped himself in the forehead. "You are very hard on my anatomy, baby."
"You are really going to enjoy lesson two tomorrow," she whispered into his ear and stepped away.
He growled and then entered into a spontaneous drum solo that had both arms and legs moving at a blur.
With Eric's microphone, the final piece, in place, Sinners rehearsed their new song from beginning to end. Rebekah forgot her job duties for a moment as she watched in utter awe. Jace's piano intro dropped her jaw. Jon had gotten the hang of the new bass line, and it was hard and heavy. Brian and Trey's guitar riffs sounded sensational. Sed's vocals unparalleled. When they reached the chorus, Eric's voice came through the speakers, and Rebekah's knees went weak. She didn't think anything could top the combined vocals of Sed's roars and Eric's melody until Brian and Trey entered their dueling guitar solo in the middle of the song. Over a minute of six-stringed perfection, topped off by a short solo at the hand of Jace, who took over bass after he finished his piano intro. Eric's drum line tied it together with a perfect rhythm, and Rebekah remembered why she'd fallen in love with this band's music. They were perfect. It wasn't until the song ended that she realized she should be making adjustments with the equalizer. She didn't know if it was possible to improve what was already that exceptional. She put on her headset and spoke into her mic, which fed into the earpieces of the band members on stage and a few of the crew who needed to hear instructions.
"That was amazing, guys. Can we do that again from the top so I can make a few adjustments?"
"Reb, you sound so sexy," Eric's voice came through the loudspeaker.
"And I thought Brian was the romantic retard of the group," Sed teased, but he was grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, she does, doesn't she?" Eric persisted.
"I am in total agreement," Trey said. "I'd much rather listen to Rebekah's sexy voice than Dave and Marcus."
Rebekah's heart thudded in her chest. What was it about Trey Mills that worked a girl up so quickly? It was as if the timbre of his voice linked to some seduction center in the brain and demanded instant submission to his will. He didn't even have to try.
They worked through the afternoon. The guys didn't seem to mind Rebekah's nitpickiness at all. Apparently, it was as important to them that they got the song perfect as it was to her. She'd never felt as blessed as she felt working with such a professional and talented group of musicians as Sinners. They'd worked straight through lunch, and the opening bands wanted their turn at a rehearsal before the show, so they adjourned backstage for a meal. The venue had provided snack trays of lunch meat and cheese and crackers. Veggies and dips. Fruit and snack foods. Nothing worthy of feeding hardworking men. Rebekah wished she had time to cook them a great meal. She'd be sure to make it up to them the following night. While she filled her own tiny plate with bits of roast beef and cheddar cheese and miniature pieces of bread, Eric cut in line to stand beside her.
"You're doing a great job," he said.
She glanced at him and smiled. "You sound surprised."
"I think we were all kind of worried that Dave wanted you to take his place just to make you happy, but you're actually great. I'd hire you even if you weren't related to Dave."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm glad you approve."
His breath stirred her hair as he leaned close to her ear. "Are you ready for that shower now?"
She chuckled. "After the show. Okay?"
"No, not okay. I need to see you naked as soon as possible. You've been driving me crazy all day."
Goose bumps rose along the nape of her neck. And that wasn't the only thing rising. Her nipples hardened. Heat and moisture flooded her suddenly throbbing pussy. She pressed her arm against Eric's, consumed by the need to touch him, and she wanted to touch so much more than his arm.
"Who's holding up the line?" someone hollered from the opposite end of the long table.