Seduction by Song Read Online Free Page A

in check once I’ve made sure that we’re mostly alone. A few girls are eyeing us like they’re trying to figure out the best way to edge themselves into the conversation, while too timid to actually do so, while the others are distracted getting autographs from the other two guys in the band.
    Romeo only laughs, though, apparently finding me more and more amusing. “Not impressed, I gather.”
    I take a look around myself. The lights are dimmed, if not completely turned off, to establish a dark mood through lighting—theoretically cool, but they must know that this is a working hazard for the stagehands scuttling around packing equipment and whatnot. The couches scattered throughout the area were all somewhat ratty as though they were trying to give off some sort of poverty is chic message. Suffice to say, I was not impressed.
    I was especially not impressed by Romeo’s newest addition to his attire. The leather jacket he now wore was a tight, tailored fit over his shoulders, showing off his broad frame and the muscles he obviously knew he had. It even sported a fur-lined collar, accentuating his neck and strong jawline. I wouldn’t usually assume the worst—faux leather and faux fur was pretty popular these days, after all—but Romeo was close enough that I could catch the scent of real leather on him.
    Sure, I wasn’t the most active of animal rights activists out there—I wasn’t even a vegetarian—but I’ve never worn furs in my life and I wouldn’t ever think of advocating it.
    “Impressed?” I ask, feigning confusion. “By what? The animal carcass around your neck?”
    Romeo laughs, shamelessly, and runs his fingers through the fur of his collar. “Ah, you have quite an eye for luxury, don’t you. Want to touch it?”
    Before I can tell him I’d sooner gag , he reaches out and takes my hand, bringing it up to his shoulder. I’m so shocked at his gall that I don’t even move away for a second. He smirks when he sees that I’m not pulling away and moves to guide my fingers through the fur, the soft sensation of those fine hairs against my skin startling me into action.
    I yank my hand back and cross my arms firmly over my chest to keep him from grabbing me again.
    “Oh, come now, Erin,” he says, his voice dropping a note into that low, seductive tone again—the exact same tone he takes on stage. “It’s not real fur.”
    I open my mouth to call him a liar, but clench my jaw shut and shake my head instead. “That’s none of my concern. Don’t you have fans to entertain?”
    “I’m entertaining one right now.”
    “You most certainly are not,” I tell him. “Where on earth could you possibly have gotten the idea that I was a fan ?”
    He hums, low and thoughtful, as he brings a hand up to brush the backs of his fingers against my cheek. I shiver, but refuse to pull back from the obvious challenge.
    “You did turn up at my show,” he says. “In the front row, no less.”
    “I was with friends,” I say, tilting my head at the girls in the background. April was flirting away with Dante, having somehow gotten herself right into his lap, and Juliet and Maddie were being showered with merchandise along with the other girls.
    “You did come backstage,” he continues.
    “I’m still with friends.”
    He laughs, finally looking behind himself at the other girls. He must smile, or something, because a collective sigh and swoon comes from that area before he turns back to me. “You can’t take your eyes off of me. Are you saying you’re not charmed, Erin?”
    I am so not charmed. Even if his smooth baritone voice rolls out my name more beautifully than anyone’s ever said it before, I am not charmed. He’s just the same old fame and fortune (and totally fake) story with a shiny paint of coat slapped over him.
    “ I have nothing to say to you.”
    “I doubt that,” he says. “You seem plenty eloquent. I wager you’ve got loads to say to me.”
    And for the first time that night,