Page 76 of Revv

I should shove his arm off and tell James the truth.

Instead, I smile sweetly and lean into Revel’s side, because, apparently, I am just as bad.

James clears his throat and looks back at me. “Anyway, I actually came over because I wanted to offer you something.”

My stomach flips. “Okay…”

“I’m helping organize Sol Fuego next weekend. One of our higher-lineup DJs pulled out, and after tonight, I want you in the slot. I think you’d be perfect for it.”

For a second, I just stare at him.

“In Miami?”

“That’s where Sol Fuego is.”

“Ay, sorry.” I press my fingers to my forehead. “You’re offering me a spot at Sol Fuego?”

“A head-line slot,” he says. “Saturday night. Big stage, packed crowd, real exposure. You’d be going on after nine.”

My mouth drops open. “You’re serious?”

“Completely. I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t. I liked what you did tonight, and I think your sound fits the festival.” James pulls out his phone. “There are logistics, though. You would be responsible for bringing your own setup people. We provide the booth, main system, lighting, and stage crew, but anything personal, equipment management, transport, and people handling your setup comes from your side.”

“Hell yes, I’ll do it!”

He smiles. “I haven’t sent you the details yet.”

“I don’t care. Yes.”

“Awesome.” James types something into his phone. “I’ll email everything tonight. Look it over tomorrow and call me before five. I need confirmation fast.”

“You’ll have it.”

He offers his hand, and I take it, trying to act like my heart isn’t attempting to punch out of my chest.

“Congratulations,” he says. “You earned it.”

The second James walks away, I turn on Revel.

“Boyfriend?”

His grin spreads like he’s proud of himself. “Yeah, Mama?”

“Do not ‘yeah, mama’ me.” I shove his arm off my waist. “What the fuck was that?”

“What?” He takes a drink of water, way too calm. “Sounded better than introducing myself as the guy you fucked earlier and clearly want to fuck again.”

“He was just complimenting my set.”

“Nah, Mama. He was flirting with you.”

“He was offering me a festival slot.”

“Yeah, after flirting with you.”

“Ay, Dios mío.” I press both hands to my face, trying to process the fact that I just got offered Sol Fuego while also resisting the urge to strangle him. “You cannot just introduce yourself as my boyfriend.”

“Why not? You went with it.”