“Nah, I’m good with this.” I wiggled the bottle of water. “I wouldn’t want to ruin the next set by getting drunk.”
“One drink won’t hurt you.” She lifted a bottle of alcohol and shook it. “There’s barely any alcohol in a Campari and soda, and it’s super refreshing.”
I slid off my stool with a smile. “I just might take you up on that offer when I’m done for the night.”
“Yeah, and I bet that I don’t even need three guesses to come up with the reason.” Wendy’s gaze slid over my shoulder, and she grimaced. “The bouncers are supposed to be watching the crowd for any sign of trouble, but Scott doesn’t pay attention to anyone but you when you’re here. And not in a good way, if you know what I mean.”
“Unfortunately, I really do.” I straightened my spine, gearing myself up to get past Scott without giving him the chance to hit on me. “But at least I can avoid him when I’m on stage.”
“Only while you’re performing,” she muttered as I turned to make my way across the bar.
Scott was standing a few feet from the stage stairs closest to the bar. Since the bathroom was on the other side of the building, I changed direction to head that way instead. I quickened my pace, hoping he wouldn’t follow me, but my steps slowed when I spotted an insanely hot guy sitting by himself in one of the booths lining the back wall of the bar. My fingers itched to stroke through his thick, dark hair, and I had the bizarre urge to rub my cheek against the scruff on his handsome face. With how he was seated, I couldn’t see a lot of his body, but his chest and arms were all lean muscle, he had to be tall with how far his long legs extended under the table, and his eyes were a clear blue color that reminded me of the ocean.
I had a rule against picking up guys in bars—which was a big part of why I didn’t date. When I wasn’t at home, I was just about always practicing with the band or performing. I’d never been tempted to break it...until now.
I didn’t know anything about the man—except that he was most likely in a motorcycle club of some kind judging by the leather vest he was wearing—but I’d never reacted to anyone like this before. My knees were weak, butterflies swirled in my belly, and if I wasn’t mistaken, my panties were growing damp.
Tearing my gaze away from the mystery hottie, I hurried toward the bathroom. My original plan when I headed this way was just to pretend I needed to pop in there, but now it was really true. I couldn’t spend the next forty-five minutes on stage in front of a massive crowd with drenched panties. Not only would it be uncomfortable, but I would be mortified if I ended up with a wet spot on my jeans. And with my luck, Scott would jump to the wrong conclusion and assume that I was turned on by him. Blech.
3
Breaker
My whiskey had frozen halfway to my mouth when the band had gone on stage. There were a few members, but I only noticed one. I’d never seen anyone so fucking gorgeous in my entire life. My body stirred for the first time in a very long time.
She was of average height with a delicate frame that was just curvy enough in all the right places. Her face was heart-shaped with big hazel eyes, full, pink lips, and a tiny diamond stud in her nose. She wore bright, dramatic makeup, but it wasn’t overdone—just enough to stand out on stage. I had a feeling it fit her personality, just like the long, wavy hair with multiple shades of purple pulled up into a ponytail on the back of her head. A black tank top hugged her high, round tits and showed off more cleavage than I liked. Ripped jeans and motorcycle boots completed her outfit.
She wasn’t conventional and owned it, which I admired and found sexy as fuck. The rocker was badass from head to toe, and her body language screamed confidence. I had a feeling what you saw was what you got with her.
When my body came to life as soon as I spotted her, I was surprised. It had been because I hadn’t felt desire for a woman in a long time, not because she wasn’t my type. If someone had asked me even five minutes before, I would have told them I didn’t even have a type. Now, it was clear to me that this woman was exactly my type.
She’d taken her place behind a keyboard when the band had begun to play. They were damn good, but I was laser-focused on my girl. The way she moved, the expressions on her face, her incredible voice, they all built the fire inside me. There was no doubt in my mind that the cute rocker chick was meant to be mine.