Hell Bound (Seventh Level Book 2) Read Online Free

way she was clad, but then it was hard to tell the difference between how women dressed to go clubbing from streetwalkers these days. She didn’t seem to mind his assessment and made a point of leaning forward so he had an unrestricted view of her ample cleavage. Her mini-skirt left nothing to the imagination either. One wrong move and he, along with the other band members, would have known whether she shaved her womanly goods or not.
    Even with warning bells clamoring for him to stay as far away from the tempting siren as possible, Wade was too drunk to care. His life sucked. Nothing had gone the way he had planned. The woman he loved was in Texas. His music career was a total bust. He and the rest of his band were on the verge of starving to death. What did any of it matter anymore? He would just about kill for a good meal and a long soak in a hot tub of water.
    As sexy as the blonde was, she did nothing for Wade, but if she was offering a clean bed and a hot shower he might be willing to pretend interest for a couple of hours. He tried standing straight and accentuated his natural southern drawl. “A man should never keep a woman like you waiting.” He crossed the alley to be closer to her. “And what is your name, Sugar?”
    She ran a finger down his chest and hooked it into one of his belt loops. When she tugged on it, he had no choice but to step closer. “Pamela.” She leaned over and whispered. “But by the morning you will be calling me yours.”
    Her words sobered Wade slightly. They might have been what other men wanted to hear, but her cold eyes said something else entirely. He was still interested in a place to sleep so he played along. “Why’s that, sugar?”
    She made a show of sliding her fingers in his pocket toward his dick. “Because when I’m finished fucking you, you’ll have trouble remembering my real name.”
    Even as drunk as his was, Wade was still sober enough to recognize a sure deal when it was being offered. He leaned his guitar against the alley wall and pulled her hand out of his pocket so he could think without the distraction of her teasing fingers. Even though he was more than a little tipsy something about the whole come-on seemed suspicious, and he didn’t care for pushy women.
    He might have spent more time considering what felt so off if Pamela hadn’t used her free hand to slip into the waistband of his jeans. It surprised him so much he backed away and reached for his guitar. Thoughts of Morgan filled him with guilt. Even though he had left her in Texas, she had never left his thoughts or heart. He guessed even though he had officially hit rock bottom he was still a one woman man.
    He didn’t get far before Pamela was all over him again. He had his guitar up against his chest by now so she wrapped her arms his neck and ground herself against the guitar. She whispered into his ear, “I have the bed and hot tub of water you’re longing so much for. I can order some room service and make certain all of your wishes are fulfilled.”
    Wade used his free hand to try to untangle Pamela from around his neck but she was like a boa constrictor and only got closer the harder he tried to get rid of her. He finally stopped struggling. “What do you want from me, lady? I’m down to my last few dollars and my heart belongs to someone else. Maybe one of the other boys can fuck you, but I’m not that guy anymore.”
    It wasn’t until Tex cleared his throat that Wade even remembered, he and Pamela had an audience.
    Her eyes went from sexy to calculating. “I know someone who can help get your career off the ground if you’re interested, but you can’t meet him in the shape you’re in.” She ran her fingers through his hair and then looked at her fingers. “A nice long hot bath and a change of clothes are in order before you meet the big man.” She licked the side of his face. “I would be happy to join you in the tub. The only regret you would have in the morning would be