"Sweetie, you look like you saw a ghost. Why did we have to leave the concert? What the hell is going on?"

All Jezzie wanted to do was forget about that concert and Logan freaking Cross. What were the chances? Well, he is a rock star; he does play concerts. His last name is Cross. God, like a moron, she'd run into that concert to have fun. All she wanted to do was tune everything out. Then he played that song with her name. Hell.

The real question remained: Was she more upset because she'd seen him, and the humiliation still burned deep, or because he sang that song? He'd written a song about her? Who did that? Musicians? But he'd sang it like someone would sing a love song. Which was just a mockery of what they had. Their relationship. Or lack thereof.

She knew she couldn't solely blame him. She'd been the one to have the bright idea. She'd propositioned her brother's best friend to lose her virginity to and he'd turned her down.

To be fair to herself, she blamed it on being in a foreign city, and only knowing one other person and wanting to hold onto the bonds of connectivity in some way. Yeah, that was it. Bonds. Connectivity. Not that she didn't completely misread the signals. Not that her awkward nineteen—year—old self, had totally thought he'd been interested in her. What were you thinking? He was a rock star, for the love of God.

Jezzie took the shot that Charlotte presented in front of her. And she knocked it back. "I just—I told you, I really wasn't up for that concert."

Andy came back over with a couple of glasses of champagne. "Ladies here you are." Charlotte took the glass happily but Jezzie shook her head.

"Oh my God I cannot mix anymore champagne and tequila shots. I'm done."

"Oh come on, just drink this. You'll feel better. The bubbles will go straight to your head and fix whatever's ailing you," Charlotte said.

"Somehow I doubt that," mumbled Jezzie.

"You know, I didn't think that you were that into Oscar. I mean, he was cute but I told you from the jump he was gay."

"For the last time this isn't about Oscar. I just —" She sighed. "And you don't know that for sure." Oscar was the least of her problems. She needed to get to bed. "Okay, I'm tired. I tried, but I'm clearly not in the mood."

Charlotte pouted again. "Oh come on, Jez. We still haven't gotten up to any trouble."

"I'm sorry, Charlotte. But how about we tear up the town at your real bachelorette party? I'm wiped. I promise it'll be fun. And I'll be more into it. We'll live La Vida Loca."

Charlotte's brows drew up. "Look who's speaking Spanish."

Jezzie scowled at her friend. "Just because I don't speak Spanish doesn't mean I'm not Latin."

Charlotte knew how sensitive Jezzie was about that. And it was her own fault. The Donovan's offered to pay for classes but at the time, she'd been running away from everything that made her different. So in time came to learn a language in high school, she'd chosen Latin as sort of a joke. She should have taken Spanish damn it. Problem was, now, when people found out that she was Puerto Rican, they assume she spoke Spanish. She was going have to rectify that sooner or later and actually learn.

Charlotte put her hands up "Okay, okay. Testy much? I'm just saying: no big deal. Okay, I get it, you're not into that. I wish I could change your mind. Matter fact, I'm pretty sure one more tequila shot would do it."

Jezzie slid a glance at Andy for some help, but he'd been distracted, by some woman in a full unitard. The thing was skintight and slit to the navel, so yeah, Andy's eyes were … busy. Charlotte leaned over to one of the guys at the nearby table. "Hi sweetheart."

"Hi yourself gorgeous."

"Would you be interested in buying a couple of beautiful ladies another shot?" His gaze slid over Charlotte, and his friends nudged him in encouragement.

"You're Charlotte Becks aren't you?

She beamed. "You know who I am?"

"Yeah, I know who you are. You were on the cover of Sports Illustrated."

Oh. Jezzie tucked her head. Because she knew how this was going to go. That cover was supposed to be Charlotte's. Hell, they'd put her on the online version. But as the magazine was going to print, with controversy about modeling and body image, they changed their minds and put Jezzie on the cover instead. Charlotte had not been pleased.

"Seriously?" Charlotte hissed.

Then Jezzie noticed one of the guys had out his camera phone and was filming the interaction.

Jezzie stood and walked around over to him. "Hey, do you mind not filming that? She's had a few to drink and no one needs that kind of publicity."

"Hey, it's a free country. I can film what I want."

"Yes. You can, but I'm asking nicely." They were in the VIP area for the love of God. "It's just classy not to film her."

Across the table, Charlotte was reading the other guy the riot act. Yeah, she had a few too many. Time for Jezzie to convince her she needed to go to bed too. "Look, I'm asking you nicely."

The guy gave her the full once over then slowly dawning on his eyes. Dammit. He recognized her. Then he turned the camera in her direction.

"Holy shit. You're Jezebel."

She sighed "I'm just a girl asking you, a guy, not to be a dickhead."

"You gonna show us that sassy Latin temper like your friend over there? Or is she your date?"

"I think the lady asked you not to film her." The smooth, mellow voice ran over Jezzie's body like warm whiskey, making her feel loose and languid. But also dizzy. Someone reached around her, his arm brushing over her bare back, and snatched the phone out of the guy's hand. Jezzie didn't have to turn to know who it was. Fucking Logan. Why couldn't she get away from him tonight?

Logan quickly took out the SIM chip of the phone and handed it back to the guy along with a card. "Take your phone to the casino gift shop. They will replace your chip.

The guy, knew exactly who he was. "You're Logan Cross."

Logan leaned over to Jezzie "I think it's time for you, me and your friend to get out of here."

Jezzie couldn't argue that. They'd started to get a couple of looky—loos. And the hotel was crawling with paparazzi, so she need to get Charlotte the hell out of here. "Right." She scooted around the table and grabbed Charlotte's hand, tapped Andy and inclined her head.

They wound their way through the crowded bar and out the back exit, leading them straight out into the quieter parts of the casino. Andy turned around. "I leave you two alone for two seconds, and you find a rock star, and trouble." He stuck out a hand towards Logan. "Hey man, I'm Andy Rankins. I'm their manager."

Logan shook his hand and nodded. "Hey."

Charlotte practically oozed all over him and Jezzie had to roll her eyes. "Oh my God, you were so good." She leaned over into him and wrapped an arm up over his shoulder. She tried to anyway. Logan was tall. Even Jezzie in heels had to look up. But then, she'd already known that. She knew exactly how they measured up when she had heels on. When she kicked her shoes off as well. They fit. Or, would have if she gotten him to sleep with her. Never mind that.

"Thanks for the rescue, Logan. I think Charlotte has had enough to drink. I'm going to get her to bed."

"I can speak for myself. Thank you very much," Charlotte said. "I have not had enough to drink. You can be an old lady, but I'm going to party with Logan."

Andy wrapped an arm around Jezzie's shoulders. "How you feeling Jez? Want me to get you tucked in?"

Jezzie frowned when she saw Logan's jaw tick. He studied her closely, then he mouthed the words, "Are you okay?"

Yes, dammit. She was perfectly fine. No. You're not okay. But she wasn't telling him that. She nodded. "Yeah, let's all have one more drink and then let's see if I can get Charlotte to bed." She hoped to distract Andy enough that he lost interest.

Logan nodded. "Okay then. I know a great lounge over here. And they have a strict no assholes with camera phone policy."

"That's perfect," Charlotte said as she leaned into Logan more.

Logan kept his eyes on Jezzie though. One look making her burn. "Okay then, let's have some fun."

#

Once they were tucked away from prying eyes, Logan said, "I knew it was you. Why did you leave the concert?"

She scoffed "I didn't want to stick around for that. The whole 'Jezebel' song thing, threw me."

Logan leaned away from Charlotte, who was practically lying on top of him now. She certainly had more than one too many. Even the bartender cut her off. Luckily, Andy had found himself an interested showgirl who he could make a star.

"You know, most women would be happy that some guy sang a song about them. Besides, you can relax princess. It was just your name. It just works for the song that's all. I know you're a model and all but the vanity astounds."

"I see you're still an ass."

"What bug crawled up your ass? I rescued you tonight, you could at least say thank you?

"You rescued me? Do I look like I need some guy on a white horse? You know you are a pompous, conceited, jackass. I didn't need rescuing."

"Yeah, you did. And hanging with these two. Your so—called friend Charlotte here will pretty much sell you to the highest bidder. And your boy Andy … " He scowled as Andy licked the showgirl's neck. "That guy is dying to get in your pants. He doesn't even care that you probably have had way more than you should."

"Oh my God, I already have a dad. And six brothers to boot. I need some guy with a hero complex trying to dictate to me what I can and can't do like I need a hole in the head. If I want to have a drink, I'll have a drink."

What was it about the two of them? Why couldn't they get along? Why did she smell so damn good? Something about her perfume mixed with her scent mixed with every memory he had of her, and he had a hard—on that was thicker than steel and threatening to cut through his jeans. Easy does it Logan. Keep your mind tight.

The problem was, he remembered every single thing about her. How soft her skin was, how her lips felt pressed up against his cheek when she whispered, "Why don't you show me what the big deal is, rock star? Take me to your room."

If possible, his dick strained even more. Did she really have no idea how sexy she was? It had taken every ounce of self—control not to take her upstairs and do her at least twice before even making it to a bed.

Jezebel Donovan was everything he'd ever wanted in his life. He didn't even know when that had happened. She'd always been his best friend's annoying little sister. But somewhere along the way, she'd turned into this stunning beauty.

He'd had way more than one inappropriate thought about her. But he wasn't going there. She was the kind of girl that stuck. And he was in no way the guy that stuck to anybody. Not to mention, she was Derek Donovan's kid sister. Derek would kill him. Dead. Matter of fact, he'd resurrect him and have the rest of his five brothers kill him. Shit, he'd want to kill him himself. Logan knew the kind of guy he was, so there was no way he was going there with Jezzie.

"Yeah, and every single one of them would want me to look out for you."

"No one asked for your rescue services."

Charlotte pushed herself up to a sitting position. "Okay, you guys, one more for the road."

Logan shook his head. "I think everyone has had enough. Charlotte, you're way over the edge. Jezzie's close, Andy's on his own and clearly happy about it." Andy and the showgirl had started making out. "So, where are you guys staying? We should get you back to your rooms."

Charlotte giggled then slapped his arm. "You naughty boy. I'm about to be married. Of course, if you really want to give a girl a send—off, I'm not opposed."

From his other side, Jezzie groaned. "Charlotte, seriously? Logan's right. You had way too much."

"Okay, fine, maybe, but there's one more shot on the table. Jezzie, it's all yours. You have a lot you need to forget. Like dating a gay guy for the last year. I'm going to help you do that. Take the shot, then we finished all the drinks, and we've had a lovely time with Mr. Cross here then we'll just go upstairs and crash in our beds."

She'd been dating a gay guy. Somehow that still managed to piss him off. Logan looked at the shot and looked at Jezzie. He shook his head. "You've had enough."

Jezzie tipped her chin up before signaling for the waitress. "I will tell you when I've had enough." When the waitress came over, she cocked her head and gave him a look that was all challenge, and sex, and damn it if he didn't want her more. "I'll have whatever he's having."

Logan knew what he should do. What would be the right thing to do? What would keep him out of trouble? Except, when she was giving him that look, the last thing on earth he wanted to do was stay out of trouble. "Scotch, neat."

Jezzie's eyes went wide but she nodded. "Done. Guess I'm having Scotch."