Encore

What happens during a Vegas residency, doesn't stay in Vegas. Not when you hate your rock star boss.

Alice Rose:

Everyone loves Tin Gods drummer Noah Hawker—everyone except me. Sure, I liked him well enough before the drugs, but then he did something that could've gotten me fired or even arrested. Even clean, he's still a jerk who I don't trust. Once bitten and all that.

Too bad my hormones haven't got the memo.

Noah Hawker:

I don't know what the hell crawled up my drum tech's ass, but I'm over Alice's bullsh*t. I'm too busy juggling my not-so-anonymous NA meetings, our new Vegas residency, and my dad's Alzheimer's demands to tiptoe around Ms. Alice. She works for me.

So next time she sets up my drumkit, I don't want to hear her snarky comments or muttered insults. Her shapely little body doesn't make up for her smart mouth. No matter how curvy it is. Or how pouty her full lips are. Dammit.

Just because I'm her boss and we hate each other doesn't mean we have to play by the rules. After all, what happens in Vegas…