The CEO stormed off, throwing Kain a glare sharp enough to kill. For a moment, Kain almost regretted his decision.

The other men, along with the blonde, followed. But the woman he fancied stayed behind.

“You love trouble, don’t you?” she said sweetly, clearly satisfied with his choice. “Good. That bastard would’ve hurt that angel tonight. I’m glad you won. Congratulations… Professor Kain.”

In his head, he swore.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Why the hell did he do that? Did this woman actually believe he was better than the CEO? How kind of her—or maybe she was right. He didn’t care about the musician. Or the music. He’d just saved the...