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ladies,” I announce, setting my bottle aside and standing to make my way out the door.
“I’ll show you where they are. Don’t go out to the general area, you’ll be so bombarded with admirers that you won’t get back here,” Marcus informs me with a grin.
We head down the narrow hallway, weaving our way past stacks of chairs and other backstage paraphernalia.
As we round the corner I see an open door that obviously leads to a bathroom, judging by the tiles on the floor in the doorway.
“I’ll wait here for you,” he informs me in a low quiet voice.
I turn to him and smile, ready to let him know that he doesn’t need to. But the look in his eyes has my words evaporating before they’ve made it out of my mouth.
“You really were great tonight,” he practically whispers, tucking a wisp of hair that’s come loose from my bun, behind my ear.
The gentle brush of his fingers against my cheek causes my eyes to flutter closed for a moment.
“You were pretty great yourself,” I whisper, my voice husky and thick as I speak. I can’t help the way I feel around him. I’m right back in high school, loving every bit of attention he gives me and silently begging for more, even though I’m not sure I actually want it.
“I’ve missed you, you know?” he tells me, lightly brushing his fingers down the side of my face and looking at me intently.
My breathing becomes deeper as I slowly lean towards him, feeling drawn to him. And just like in high school, he pulls back, leaving me wanting – just like he always has.
My eyes prick, but I fight my emotion with a smile. “Yeah, I’m sure you have,” I attempt to joke as I step away, moving toward the bathroom. “Listen, you go back. I’ll meet you in there when I’m done.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”
“It’s fine. Go, I’ll be fine.”
He nods and disappears quickly around the corner. I roll my eyes at myself for letting myself show any sort of interest in him. If this band was going to work, I can’t let myself get caught up in Marcus Bailey again. No woman survives Marcus, I’m not going to let myself endure the ‘Let’s Just Be Friends’ speech. I avoided it last time. I wasn’t willing to risk running a repeat performance.
After visiting the bathroom and sorting myself out, I make my way back to the others. As I round the corner, I see Theo heading towards me from the opposite direction, so I nod and smile politely, even though I would rather run and hide somewhere so I don’t have to be subjected to another one of his hooded looks.
“Everything worked really well tonight, don’t you think?” I ask him, feeling trapped and trying to make small talk.
“Yeah it was fine. I’m not going to fight them on letting you stay if that’s what you’re asking,” he tells me curtly.
“Oh… I wasn’t, I was just…” I splutter, completely taken off guard by his abruptness. I expected a grunt, and maybe a nod. Then I thought he’d just move on into the room with the others. Even more surprisingly, he continues.
“Listen, I don’t want you getting the wrong idea here. I didn’t want you in the band. I’d still prefer it if you weren’t in the band. But the guys like you and the fans seem to like you too. Just don’t mistake my acceptance for want. I’d still prefer it if we found another cute girl to play the fiddle and sing for us,” he explains, his eyes dark and unfriendly. “Someone who has no interest in sleeping with my brother.”
“What? No… that’s not what I…” I struggle to find my words as m y eyes prick for the second time tonight. I stop trying to speak and instead search his face for some sort of reason as to why he’s behaving like this towards me. “Why are you being like this?” I whisper finally.
“Look at my face Naomi. Look at me very carefully. Tell me who I am.”
“I…” I frown, shaking my head slightly and looking over his features. His eyes are dark – almost black. It’s
“I’ll show you where they are. Don’t go out to the general area, you’ll be so bombarded with admirers that you won’t get back here,” Marcus informs me with a grin.
We head down the narrow hallway, weaving our way past stacks of chairs and other backstage paraphernalia.
As we round the corner I see an open door that obviously leads to a bathroom, judging by the tiles on the floor in the doorway.
“I’ll wait here for you,” he informs me in a low quiet voice.
I turn to him and smile, ready to let him know that he doesn’t need to. But the look in his eyes has my words evaporating before they’ve made it out of my mouth.
“You really were great tonight,” he practically whispers, tucking a wisp of hair that’s come loose from my bun, behind my ear.
The gentle brush of his fingers against my cheek causes my eyes to flutter closed for a moment.
“You were pretty great yourself,” I whisper, my voice husky and thick as I speak. I can’t help the way I feel around him. I’m right back in high school, loving every bit of attention he gives me and silently begging for more, even though I’m not sure I actually want it.
“I’ve missed you, you know?” he tells me, lightly brushing his fingers down the side of my face and looking at me intently.
My breathing becomes deeper as I slowly lean towards him, feeling drawn to him. And just like in high school, he pulls back, leaving me wanting – just like he always has.
My eyes prick, but I fight my emotion with a smile. “Yeah, I’m sure you have,” I attempt to joke as I step away, moving toward the bathroom. “Listen, you go back. I’ll meet you in there when I’m done.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”
“It’s fine. Go, I’ll be fine.”
He nods and disappears quickly around the corner. I roll my eyes at myself for letting myself show any sort of interest in him. If this band was going to work, I can’t let myself get caught up in Marcus Bailey again. No woman survives Marcus, I’m not going to let myself endure the ‘Let’s Just Be Friends’ speech. I avoided it last time. I wasn’t willing to risk running a repeat performance.
After visiting the bathroom and sorting myself out, I make my way back to the others. As I round the corner, I see Theo heading towards me from the opposite direction, so I nod and smile politely, even though I would rather run and hide somewhere so I don’t have to be subjected to another one of his hooded looks.
“Everything worked really well tonight, don’t you think?” I ask him, feeling trapped and trying to make small talk.
“Yeah it was fine. I’m not going to fight them on letting you stay if that’s what you’re asking,” he tells me curtly.
“Oh… I wasn’t, I was just…” I splutter, completely taken off guard by his abruptness. I expected a grunt, and maybe a nod. Then I thought he’d just move on into the room with the others. Even more surprisingly, he continues.
“Listen, I don’t want you getting the wrong idea here. I didn’t want you in the band. I’d still prefer it if you weren’t in the band. But the guys like you and the fans seem to like you too. Just don’t mistake my acceptance for want. I’d still prefer it if we found another cute girl to play the fiddle and sing for us,” he explains, his eyes dark and unfriendly. “Someone who has no interest in sleeping with my brother.”
“What? No… that’s not what I…” I struggle to find my words as m y eyes prick for the second time tonight. I stop trying to speak and instead search his face for some sort of reason as to why he’s behaving like this towards me. “Why are you being like this?” I whisper finally.
“Look at my face Naomi. Look at me very carefully. Tell me who I am.”
“I…” I frown, shaking my head slightly and looking over his features. His eyes are dark – almost black. It’s
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