The pianist struck a heavy chord, and Maisey began to sing.
"Table four, in the back corner," Leo replied, his eyes scanning the perimeter. "And Maisey? Keep your cool. Things are about to get a lot hotter than the weather." maisey monroe hot
She stepped to the edge of the stage, her heels clicking on the wood. She looked down at the loudest suit, a man with a gold watch and a sneer. The pianist struck a heavy chord, and Maisey began to sing
A group of suits near the front—off-duty executives from the label that had been trying to sign her for a year—started getting loud. They were heckling, demanding she play something "pop," something "radio-friendly." They were trying to break her spell. The pianist struck a heavy chord