I pause, awkwardly half in and half out, until a hand presses to my back. Colton nudges me forward, and as he pulls the door shut, he whispers, “Give ’em hell, lioness.”

The latch clicks behind me.

“Perfect timing, Sinner.” Christian saunters over, his grin as wolfish as the first time I saw it.

He hooks me around the waist, drawing me into the center of the room. The bassist and drummer slouch deeper into the cushions, neither making a move to meet me part way for introductions like Christian had. Suits shake hands, and it’s a dead giveaway what side of the line you land on, art or business.

Off to the side of them is a table covered in knocked-over beer and liquor bottles and whatever else their rider required. The opposite wall has a few bags on the floor with clothes strewed around them, a guitar case, and a pair of drumsticks tossed into the mix. It smells like booze and sweat, an intoxicating scent I’m familiar with from dressing rooms at video shoots.

Christian rests his hand on my shoulder once we stop. “I was just telling the guys about our little surprise.”

Felix already has his lips curled up. “Quite the fucking surprise.”

His black hair is pushed back and still damp from sweat. He lifts his hips as he readjusts on the cushion. From the rundown their agent gave me, he’s the wild one of the group. Whenever they have downtime, he finds creative ways to blow off steam, legal or not.

Beside him, Dev chuckles, a sheen across his forehead, the lighter blond of his tips stuck to his glistening skin. “Yeah,” he says. “It’s like the tour gods realized we had way too much dick around lately.”

“Who says I don’t have a dick?” I ask, tipping my head to the side.

My mouth perks when his eyebrows shoot up, and Felix snorts out a surprised laugh. Dev leans forward, ready to fire something back until Christian cuts him off with an exasperated sigh.

“Do not say whatever you’re about to.”

Dev holds up his hands in mock surrender, feigning innocence.

“And Colton thought I’d be the problem,” the manager mumbles beside me.

Dev slumps back then, whispering something to Felix that makes them both chuckle, and Christian’s still shaking his head when he rotates toward me.

“Now, with those incredible first impressions out of the way, we’ll let you do what you came here for.” He winks, backing away. “Floor’s yours, gorgeous.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes as he drops into a chair, angled near the couch.