“Wait for me,” Chloe said, taking a gulp of her drink and then grabbing her purse before the three of them left me alone with Lucas.
“They’re about as subtle as a punch in the face,” Lucas said, watching them go. I shook my head and turned to face him.
“So,” I said.
“So,” he said. The last time we did that, we ended up having sex.
I touched his arm. “You jealous, Mr. Blaine?”
He leaned in so I could hear him better. “And why would you think that, Miss Clarke?”
“Because you look like you want to take Fin out back and rough him up a little even though you really have no reason to. My relationship, or lack thereof, with him is none of your business because our relationship is strictly professional.”
“If you say so,” he said, brushing some of my hair away from my face. I shouldn’t have worn it down, but Sloane said it looked better and I was having a good hair day.
“Stop it.” He sighed and his breath moved my hair again.
“Okay, Miss Clarke.” He moved backward.
“Thank you for the drinks. You didn’t have to do that.” I didn’t want him to go. But I didn’t think he should stay.
“You’re welcome Miss Clarke,” he said with a little bow. I smiled and he smiled back as he made his way toward the stage and disappeared into the back room of the bar, presumably to get his guitar.
“Hey, sorry about that.” Fin’s voice cut through the haze Lucas had left behind.
“No problem,” I said with another smile.
“So, uh, that was the guy, huh?”
“Yup, that was the guy.”
Fin gave me a look.
“What?”
“I stand by my advice even more now. You want him. He wants you. Let it happen.” He shrugged and winked at me. “I’m going to go get a glass of water. You want one?”
“Sure, yeah.” He patted my shoulder and left me alone again.
“Where did your sexcretary go?” Sloane said as the three traitors came back.
“He was scared of you three and ran away,” I said, downing my second drink. I was cutting myself off after that. The last time I’d had drinks in this bar and Lucas had sung, I’d ended up in bed with him, and that was something that couldn’t happen again. Fuck Fin’s advice.
“Shut up, he was not. Oh, there he is.” The announcer said his name and he took the stage with his guitar and sat on a stool again. Be still my ladyparts.
“This is a little song you might remember, but I’ve decided to put my own twist on it,” Lucas said into the mic and then sat back on the stool.
“This should be interesting,” Sloane said in my ear. I batted her away as Fin came back with a glass of water for himself and one for me.
He started playing the guitar and I recognized the song immediately.
“Is that ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’?” Sloane hissed at me, and I glared at her as Lucas started to sing.
Somehow he’d taken an 80’s ballad and turned it into a slower, sexier song that was something else entirely.
“Wow,” Sloane breathed in my ear. “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”
Lucas finished the song and opened his eyes. He always sang with his eyes closed.