Sultry Groove (Reckless Beat #4) (2 page)

Sean caught sight of Mason’s sister strolling toward them, champagne flute in hand. As she approached, he pondered how quick he needed to be to snatch the glass from her grasp and down the contents before she jumped him.

“Hey, Sean,” she greeted, her blonde, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. “Nice speech.”

He kept his gaze on her glass, trying to recall the taste of champagne. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched the stuff. Probably a good indicator he shouldn’t drown his sorrows in it again. Fuck it. He was too edgy to concern himself with the repercussions.

“Thanks.” He was so fucking exhausted with this friendly façade. He just wanted to go home. “Where’s this dancer friend of yours?”

“Yeah. I want to see what she looks like,” Mason added, nudging Sean’s shoulder.

Awesome. Just what he needed—another opportunity for anyone and everyone to don matchmaking attire and plant themselves uncomfortably up his ass. “Not interested.”

“Yeah, back off,” she snapped. “I don’t want you making her uncomfortable.”

Sean withheld a smirk at the glare Tina focused on her brother.

“What?” Mason held up his hands. “I just want to know what she’s like. I’m not going to hassle her.”

“All you need to know is that she’s highly capable for the job and has a beautiful personality.”

Sean groaned while Mason started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Sidney asked.

Mason gave Sean a take-one-for-the-team pat on the shoulder. “If her best asset is her
beautiful personality
, it goes without saying she must’ve been attacked with the ugly stick.”

Sean fought not to release another groan as all hope for an enticing choreographer vanished in the blink of an eye—sultry hips, long, toned legs, a J-Lo booty.
Poof
. All gone. Instead, he went back to searching for his escapism.

“You’re a disgrace,” Tina snarled. “It doesn’t matter what she looks like. Melody isn’t going to be in the video. She’s only teaching the choreography while the woman performing in the clip is overseas competing in a dance championship.”

“Yep.” Mason laughed again. “Butt ugly. Sorry, bro.” He patted Sean’s shoulder again. “Let’s hope the woman who’s overseas competing is worthy of a Reckless video. This Melody chick doesn’t sound promising.”

Sean couldn’t muster the fucks to comment on the choreographer’s supposed appearance. The only thing he knew about the woman involved her retirement from professional dancing less than a year ago. More recently, she’d opened a local dance studio, and Tina had bragged on more than one occasion about the adult classes.

He didn’t think the woman could be too horrific if she’d previously been a performer. Weren’t all professional dancers meant to be hot? Maybe she packed on the pounds after quitting the competition scene. Who knew? Who cared? Just as long as she didn’t get between him and his alcohol.

“Do you mind?” Sean gestured for Tina's glass.

She frowned and handed over the champagne flute, not bothering to watch what he was doing as she turned her scathing stare to her brother.
Score.
He chugged the remaining half of the contents in one gulp, enjoying the sweet tingle on his tongue before he swallowed.
Bliss.
All he needed was another fifteen or so and he might be able to withstand the remainder of the party.

Tina scowled as he returned the empty glass to her hand. “What the hell, Sean?”

Normally, he would’ve apologized, but the melodic sound of Sidney’s chuckle took over his mind, threatening to make his ears bleed.

“You don’t know where I can get some more, do you?” he muttered, wishing he could punch Cupid in the balls. The cherub fucker had some explaining to do. And where, oh where, was that waitress? “
There
.” His eyes widened in relief at the brunette with the full tray heading for the open side panel of the marquee. The instinct to crash-tackle her to the ground should’ve scared him. Really, it should’ve.

“You found the choreographer?” Mason asked.

“No.” Sean shook his head and stalked toward his prize. “A waitress. I—” really, really, really, “—need another drink.”

He left them to their conversation, his gaze never leaving the sparkling glasses of champagne on the tray ahead. He needed something to fill the hollow ache in his chest. To dull the girlie feelings taking over him.

“Don’t kill my fun,” Mason called out. “We need to meet your aesthetically challenged dancer. Make sure you find us once you’re done.”

Yeah. Whatever. He raised his hand and gave a salute in acknowledgement. He’d meet whoever the hell they wanted him to, but first, alcohol.

Melody Jenkins tried
to blend into the crowd by lowering her gaze, making sure her footsteps didn’t waver as she followed Leah, the Reckless Beat band manager. The surrounding group of strangers and world-famous celebrities were aglow in the shimmering lights. The men were dapper in collared shirts, some with ties, and all with a drink in their hand. The women were equally admirable in their skimpy attire, cleavage showing, and ruby-red lips. It was a scene she’d lived most of her life. Unfortunately, until recently, she’d never needed to know how to fade into her surroundings.

“They’re over there.” Leah paused and pointed a finger to the far corner of the second marquee they’d walked through. “Mason is the one on the end with his arm around the dark-haired woman. That’s Sidney, his fiancée.”

Melody nodded. Growing up in Richmond, it was hard not to be familiar with Mason Lynch. He was the musical golden child of Virginia. The radio stations were known to play Reckless Beat tracks back to back, and his wavy blond hair and sexy face were plastered over billboards for all the city to see. It was the other band members she wasn’t entirely familiar with.

“Beside Sidney is Mitch and his wife, Alana. Ryan is the one scowling. Then there’s Blake and his wife, Gabi.”

One flawless group of picture perfect people. Melody had already been there, done that. Maybe not on such a world famous scale. Previously, she’d been the person everyone skimmed the crowd to see. Now, not so much.

“But…I can’t find Sean.” Leah pushed onto the tips of her toes. “Where is he?” She leaned to the left, then the right. “
You’ve got to be kidding me!
”

“What?” Melody tilted her head to see around the people blocking her view. As the guests parted, exposing the group of musicians before her, she noticed another man. On the floor. His head was slumped forward, eyes closed, while he rested against the legs of Ryan, or maybe it was Blake. She’d forgotten their names already.

“
Sean
,” Leah growled, stabbing her finger in the man’s direction, “is the one passed out on the floor.”

Melody couldn’t see his face, not through the forest of legs. All she could glimpse was dark, buzz-cut hair, a bulky frame and a cream collared shirt.

“Obviously, this isn’t the best time for you to meet your future dance student.” Leah stormed ahead. “I swear they do this to piss me off.”

Melody thought it was strange for a band manager to expect anything less from a group of A-list rockers. She knew what it was like on tour with her dance crew. Even worse, she knew what it was like to perform with musicians like Reckless Beat. Apart from the time on stage, the living hours were generally filled with the clichéd sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Oh, and booze. There was a lot of booze.

“I can hold my own.” She spoke over the diluted sound of the band in the first marquee, and the chipper chatter of tipsy guests. “I’ll hang around for a quick introduction.” The sooner she got this over with, the better. These people were giving her hives, and the unfamiliar discomfort of her new introverted lifestyle wasn’t sitting well.

“No.” Leah scowled over her shoulder. “You can’t go. The plan was for you to get a feel for the band. Especially the passed out dickwad on the floor. I wanted you to see them in celebration mode and understand what
Fighting Against Attraction
is all about.”

The celebratory part was clear. The women in the group were smiling—well, maybe not Mason’s fiancée. She had concern etched in the tightness of her brow as she peered down at the man on the floor. Everyone else was bright and bubbly with the unmistakable radiance of intoxication.

Leah nudged her way into the group, coming to stand before the guy taking a snooze. Instantly, the atmosphere changed. The guys in the small circle inched back, falling silent while the women nuzzled closer to their partners.

“Could someone please explain—” Leah drawled with a saccharin tone, “—why Sean is taking a nap with a tray of empty champagne flutes on his lap?”

Melody paused a few feet away, tilting her chin to see the man more clearly. Leah wasn’t joking about the tray. The shiny silver was sitting high on the man’s thighs. At least four glasses rested on their sides, while another three stood tall and full, every so often jolting against one another with the man’s movements.

“Because none of us had the heart to take it off him,” a man with dark, spiky hair answered. His white dress shirt was folded at the sleeves, exposing forearms covered in ink.

“Well, maybe you should’ve.” Leah lowered to her knees in front of Sean and cupped his cheek.

“No offense, Leah.” This came from the man behind Sean, the one with a close-cropped beard and boyish features partially hidden behind chin-length brown hair. “But take a look at where we are, and what we’re celebrating. None of us was willing to deny him the right to drown his sorrows. He’s done well to get this far.”

Silence reigned. All their reactions were the same, just varying degrees of discomfort. Something was going on, and overhearing the private conversation was more awkward than her last pap smear.

“I’ll get him some water,” Melody murmured, uncertain and unfazed if anyone heard her.

She took her time strolling for the water dispenser on the table at the end of the marquee, glancing over her shoulder every so often to witness the stiffened postures of the group slightly relax. When she returned to their circle with a full glass, the awkwardness had dissipated. They were smiling now, moving on from whatever issues haunted the guy still on the floor.

“Mel?”

She glanced around at the sound of Tina’s voice. The familiar face approached from the far side of the group, dragging everyone’s attention along for the ride with painful potency.

“Nice to see you, Tina.” Melody smiled at the woman who’d become an advocate for her dance studio. Mason’s sister attended her adult hip-hop classes and was the only reason Melody had scored the gig with Reckless Beat to begin with.

The group parted, the tattooed man and another band member stepping back to welcome her into the inner sanctum. She smiled somewhat uncomfortably under their scrutiny, and lowered her focus to Leah still resting on her knees.

Ignoring the weight of the group’s attention focused on her, she studied the man on the floor. He wasn’t classically handsome with his wide jaw covered in a light dusting of dark stubble, full lips, and the slight bump at the bridge of his nose, still, he captured her interest all the same. His large frame and wide shoulders were enough to dwarf Leah, let alone Melody’s smaller stature, and the thin material of his expensive shirt clung tight to the bulk of his arms.

His smile and eyes would either make or break him. She wasn’t sure which. All she knew was that he currently looked like a half-dead thug resting against the legs of another man. There was no warmth to his features, nothing inviting or gentle about him whatsoever. He was somewhat scary, and she wasn’t sure if her quickening heartbeat was from apprehension or anticipation.

Melody was used to pretty boys. There weren’t many thuggish types in the dancing industry. She’d always been surrounded with the clean-shaven ones with perfect hair, teeth, clothes—everything. This man was intimidating, even on the floor, with his eyes closed and the soft grumble of a drunken snore leaving his throat.

“Come on, Sean. Wake up.” Leah lightly patted his cheek. “You’re making a shitty first impression on your dance instructor.”

The guy groaned and scrunched his face. Then nothing. For a moment, they all stood in silence, waiting. His head lolled to the side, his eyelids still closed as the glasses on his lap began to clatter.

“
Shit.
Can someone please take this?” Leah lifted the tray, and a pretty blonde in a shiny black dress took it from her.

“I’ve got some water if that helps.” Melody stepped forward, coming side to side with two very attractive men, and held out the glass.

“Thanks.” Leah took the offering with an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about this.”

“The big guy likes to talk the talk,” the man with the tattoos beside her said with a grin. “But when it comes to drinkin’, he’s a bit of a pansy ass.” He held out his hand to shake. “I’m Blake.”

Wow
. He had the dreamy bad-boy ink with the face of a cover model. She lowered her gaze, unable to look him in the eye as she took his offering, placing her palm gently in his. “Melody.”

“And this is my wife, Gabi.”

Melody glided her hand from his loose hold and gave a brief smile at the woman with the tray.

“Hi, Melody. Pleased to meet you.”

“Please, call me Mel.”

One by one, she met the group, vowing to remember every name this time. They seemed genuine, welcoming her with warm smiles devoid of spite. It was a refreshing break from the memories she had dealing with women on tour. No matter how close you became during rehearsals, as soon as your positions were assigned on stage, the dancers with the most spotlight were shunned due to jealousy. Without fail, Melody had been front and center every time.

These women seemed different. Gentle and caring. Except one. Leah sure packed a punch.

“Come on, Sean. Wake the fuck up.” Mason raised his voice, stepping up to Sean’s feet and lightly kicking his boot. “There’s a pretty lady here to meet you.”

“
Mason
,” Tina hissed and gave a warning glare to her brother.

“What?” He grabbed the glass from Leah’s hand. “Sprinkling water on his face isn’t going to do shit. You need to be more forceful. Like this…”

“
Mason
—” more than one female shouted. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop the momentum of the liquid leaving the glass to slap against Sean’s head.

“Thanks, asshole.” Ryan wiped the water from around his crotch as Sean jolted forward, swatting at his cheeks. “I look like I’ve pissed myself.”

“It wouldn’t be a Reckless party without a bathroom incident,” Mitch drawled.

The men started to talk smack as Melody kept her focus on Sean. The top of his shirt was wet, sticking to his skin in patches and outlining defined muscles underneath. Suddenly, with only a little water, there was a whole lot of positives happening for this guy. Yet, she still needed to see those eyes, to glimpse his smile, and get a feel for who he truly was.

“Can someone please get him another glass of water?” Leah peered up at the crowd. “Maybe one he could actually drink this time.”

“I’ll go.” Melody stepped back and paused when a large hand pressed against the small of her back.

“I’ll get it.” Mitch strode around her, not giving her time to voice a fake protest.

She didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Her chest began to thrum in anticipation, and her fingers itched to wipe away the beads of moisture in the stubble above Sean’s top lip. A second later, he scrubbed them away, covering his face with both palms and vigorously rubbing. When his hands fell, her breath caught.

Blue. Ocean blue irises, deep and soulful.

Wow
.

All the intense features she’d been intimidated by lost their harsh edge, all because of those hypnotizing depths. He winced as he glanced at Leah, and then raised his gaze to the crowd. He took in the circle of friends surrounding him, blinking the focus back into his eyes until he reached Melody.

His brow furrowed as he scrutinized her, raking his attention ever so slowly from her face, over her cleavage, down her black trousers to the tips of her ruby-red heels, not leaving an inch of her body unaccounted for.

“Damn,” he released the word on a breath, making her cheeks heat.

His friends chuckled, and the women joined in on the laughter—well, two of them anyway. Leah didn’t seem to find the humor in the situation, and neither did Mason’s fiancée.

“That’s Melody, your choreographer.” Leah pushed to her feet and straightened her thigh-length dress.

Mason stepped forward, holding out a hand to help Sean to his feet. “I guess we were wrong about her, weren’t we, bro?”

“
Mason
,” Tina scolded.

The hope to hide her apprehensive confusion faded as the heat in her cheeks turned volcanic. Being a redhead, with the typical Casper skin tone, meant it was impossible to hide a blush. Even worse was the way it blended, the warmth expanding down her neck as she tried to control her breathing.