Eddie by Eve London

When boredom plus art class equals the silent treatment…

Eddie:
I’m bored out of my brain as our year-long rock tour draws to a close. Everyone has paired up except for me, so I amuse myself by learning to draw. Except this week I got lucky with the curvy, confident art model who is my equal once the lights go down. Rock and roll is supposed to be exciting like this every day, so why is my night-time goddess now running my days?

Juliet:
If I’d known that Kevin was really Eddie Loch, I’d have run the other way when he hit on me after art class. Instead, we slipped between the sheets and made magic for three glorious nights. Now I’m calling the shots on the last leg of his tour, and he’s refusing to speak to me. Shame. I never said I didn’t want him. Just that we should wait a while.