The Band Bad Sex
He watched the tall elegant brunette walk away, as he crushed a note in his long fingers. She had been the best singer they ever had, and the quickest to leave. It was all his fault, as always. Mixing business with pleasure was what Robert Dawning did best. ‘You take it all, Rob. And, when it comes down to it, you can’t decide what you actually want of them.’, scoffed Tanni in his direction, before finishing her drink. Rob glared at the scrawny blond sitting across him at the table and...