Rock Hardest (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

“Why are you doing this for me?” I asked Professor Hernandez, feeling more grateful than I’d ever felt about anything.

“I like to help students here at the school,” he said. “I’ve had some favors done for me, and I enjoy paying it forward.”

I guess that that class being canceled started out my lucky day, because I was so glad that I had come to the cafeteria at this odd hour when Professor Hernandez was also here.

Now it was time to go get this job, and the sky would be the limit from there.

* * *

It turned out that from there, getting the job was kind of easy. Holly Jones, the receptionist, was being promoted to Seth Black’s assistant since his wife Jonna was spending more time at home with their baby. And when I called Seth after Professor Hernandez emailed him, he’d said I could take Holly’s place.

Holly Jones was kind of a legend in the community.

As receptionist, she was the gatekeeper to the Suspicious Activity offices, except she wasn’t really all that mean, once you got to know her.

She didn’t seem to be hold a grudge against me for taking over her old job, which was a relief. I’d rather make friends than enemies any day. Plus, she seemed happy in her promotion and liked working as Seth’s assistant.

Now I’d been working at Suspicious Activity for about a week when someone walked into the receptionist area that I didn’t know.

The elevator dinged in the distance, my spine stiffening for impending engagement. I was prepared for anything that might walk in– except him.

With short, dark hair and dressed in minimalist chic, like a younger Lucien Greaves, the man who entered the reception area was more handsome than any I’d ever seen.

“Is Seth here?” he asked, his low, growly voice making my panties instantly damp.

“No, Sir, he is out with his family.”

I hadn’t meant to call him “sir.” But Sven was kicking my natural submissive tendencies into high gear.

“Oh, right, okay.”

“I could ask him to call you when he gets back, Sir.”

“Yes, please do that.”

“And what is your number?”

He gave it to me slow and clear as I made a note.

“And your name?”

“Sven,” he said, looking at me as if I should know that.

“Oh, yes, of course, Sir,” I told him, hoping I hadn’t turned him off to me too much from the get-go.

I had heard of this man with the strange name.

He was the recording engineer for the company.

There were rumors that he liked to engage in BDSM. Other women had whispered about it.

My face flushed as I thought about how much I’d like him to do such things to me.

I nodded as he left, and then I double checked the number I had written down on my sticky note.

I would give Seth the message, of course, but not before saving the number in my phone.

I was determined to find out more about this sexy man whose presence had lit up the place instantly.

And I was equally determined to lose my virginity to him.

Chapter Two – Sven

I rarely went into the main Suspicious Activity Records office, because Seth had his priorities and, since I was the recording engineer, he preferred that I stay at The Sanctuary, which is what we all called the recording studio that was off-site from the main building.

It was tucked away and kept secret from the general public, since that was where the main magic happened— thanks in large part to me.

But I had needed to talk to Seth about an upcoming project, so I’d gone down to the main building. I could have called but I didn’t think it could wait. It was nice to see the new eye candy sitting at the receptionist desk, though. Claudia was hot as fuck and from the moment I’d seen her hot curves, I’d just wanted to put my hands all over them.

I missed goofing off with Holly when I went in, our powers of sarcasm on roughly the same level as Benedick and Beatrice, a duo who traded verbal barbs back and forth. But Claudia was a knock-off and all I could think of as she was seated behind the receptionist desk was how I wanted to stand her up just so I could bend her over and make her mine.

But now I had to work again, so, switching gears in my head and then in my car, I returned to my happy place. The Sanctuary was a good name for the recording studio in every possible meaning of the phrase, because my mind calmed as soon as I crossed the threshold.

With meditation as my ritual, I brought it all to life. The hum of high-powered microphones were ambient in the air, a quiet thrum matching the whirling of my mind.

Once I was done meditating, I prepared for Theo Vermeer, who was coming in to start on his new Mad Alchemy album.