“I’m aware of your whorish ways.”
I gleam at the idea she really has checked up on me. Does that mean she’s interested? Or just curious about who she’s touring with. Her lips pull into a smile and I’m sure she feels she’s finally bested me.Ha!She’ll have to hit harder and deeper than that. “I guess we all can’t be goody two shoes with our chastity belts firmly locked down. You know, you seem pretty uptight, Lexi. I could help you out with that. A good lay does wonders.” My eyes travel to the top of her fitted tank and the bra that peeks out at the neckline, along with her cleavage.
“Let me spell this out for you, Trent. I don’t like you. I don’t want to sleep with you. You do not impress me. So you have a guitar? Great. So you have money? Special.” She rolls her eyes before landing them back on me with a glare. “I don’t know anyone else who has money ... Oh, wait. I do. You have a dick? Doesn’t every other man? The only thing I appreciate about you is the opportunity you have given me to open for the band. That’s it. And I bet that decision wasn’t even made by you. It was made by the label.”
Holy fuck, she’s even hotter when she’s verbally combative with her intelligence. Sean’s right. She’s too good for any of us assholes, but it doesn’t make me crave her any less. I want to respond with something clever. I want to kiss her until she unleashes all that fury into kissing me back. God, how I want to fuck her. Instead, I stand here like a dumbass, lips parted while I battle my desire of what I should and what I can do next.
“Nice. Now you have nothing to say, Mr. Suave? I’ll make this easy for you. From here on out here’s how it’s going to go. I play. You play. Don’t fucking hit on me. Don’t fucking flirt with me. That’s the extent of our relationship. Understood?”
She holds my stare until her eyes wander, traveling over my body and landing back at my lips much wider than before. I’m no mind reader, but that’s got to mean a part of her wants me, too.
“So it would be wrong of me to tell you how hot you are right now?”
She growls, a sound that starts low until it explodes into a scream.
Oh, shit. Pushed too far.
“Everything all right out here?” Bedo’s stern voice breaks our little confrontation. “Lexi, they need you backstage. You’re on in fifteen.”
“I’m out of here.” She pushes past without another glance, careful not to touch or brush against any part of my body.
“Bedo! My man! You gave Austin quite a scare.” I turn and meet my manager’s calculating stare. “You were almost late.”
“I’m never late,” he snaps and then turns from our green room. “Walk with me, Donavan.”
“Am I in trouble?” I jog to catch up with his quick strides.
“Tread easy with that one. She’s not a groupie,” Bedo snaps and then lets out a string of curses when his phone buzzes. With his eyes trained on the screen we walk back to the green room.
“So I’ve noticed. I’m just messing with her.” I’m also extremely turned on by her, but I don’t add that part. Even I understand the possibility for disaster that would come with us hooking up. Not that she’d let me close enough to touch her, let alone kiss her. But fuck, those lips ...
“I mean it, Trent. Not that one. Find another play toy.”
“Hands to myself. I’ll be a good boy. Swear it.” I hold my hands up in surrender and Bedo shoots me a stare before pulling open the green room door. I don’t know if he believes me, but he lets it go and moves on. Austin springs from the couch as soon as we step inside and all returns to a familiar routine, waiting and shooting the shit. Iz puts away his paraphernalia to tap on his drum pad. I warm up my vocals. The stage and fans are waiting, calling, and the jolt of energy is just out of reach. I try really hard not to think about the feisty little blonde warming up the crowd. And more so, her red lips moving against my mic. I’ll keep my hands off, but my imagination is another story.
I make no promises there.
