"Not even a hundredth of what I want to do," he muttered lasciviously, a wicked grin on his face. She peered up at him, heat flickering in those big doe eyes. Fuck, he needed her naked yesterday. He was going to kiss her again, get another taste to tide him over until the show was finished. Then, maybe they'd just fuck each other into oblivion. (He was hopeful.) His lips were halfway to hers until dipshit Mike ruined it by bounding into the room. Alisha jumped back from him like a shot.
"Alisha! Great, you're here!" he said enthusiastically, seemingly unaware of what he'd just walked in on. "Showtime, guys!"
And just as quickly as he'd appeared, he vanished through the door again.
"We should go," Alisha said, grateful for the interruption. "Can't keep the class of '89 waiting." She flashed a quick smile, her dimples winking. Grabbing her tambourine, she hurried after Mike, leaving Big in her wake.
"Man, Alisha, you're a killer!" Mike exclaimed, rubbing her shoulders playfully and making her laugh as they walked off stage between sets. "Seriously, it's so much fun having you in the band tonight."
Alisha turned and beamed a toothy grin at him. "Thanks, Mike. I'm having the best time." And she really was. Like she'd told Maggie and Russell, this was a night to be herself and have fun singing the songs she grew up with while entertaining an audience. The crowd was really into to the band, dancing and singing along. It was, simply, a blast.
She made a beeline for the restroom, mostly because she had to pee and partly because she wasn't quite ready to pick up the conversation she and Big had started before the show. Blowing out a breath, she stared at her reflection in the mirror and fluffed her hair. While wiping away non-existent smudges of eyeliner, she thought about the heated looks and knowing grins they'd exchanged during a few of the songs and her heart beat frantically. Performing with him was like some weird sort of aphrodisiac that had every nerve ending in her body sparking wildly. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist him much longer. She wasn't sure she even wanted to resist him anymore. Russell's advice was becoming more and more appealing with every passing second.
The door opened and two of the reunion attendees spilled inside, laughing as they stumbled towards the sink, bumping into Alisha in the process. She swallowed the pithy comment on her tongue and moved down to make room for the inebriated women.
"I'm telling you, that guitar player is the hottest thing I've ever seen," the blonde said, straightening her dress and adjusting her breasts for maximum cleavage. "Did I tell you that I was the one that booked them?"
The tall, auburn haired woman rolled her eyes and reapplied her lipstick. "Only about twenty times, Rebekah."
"You just know he likes it dirty. Seriously, he's sex on a stick." She practiced pouting in the mirror, shifting her boobs around again.
Alisha fought off the eye roll and wondered how that blonde planned to wrangle the beach balls she'd smuggled in her dress into submission as she headed for the stall.
"You're a shameless hussy, Beks. What about Robert? He's so hunky."
Rebekah scrunched up her nose. "He is, but after fifteen years I'm getting a little bored. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's screwing his secretary, so why can't I have my fun, too?" The women snorted and laughed conspiratorially before opening the door and walking out again.
Alisha washed her hands and with one last check of her appearance, she breezed out of the restroom, in desperate need of a beer before their second set.
She was waiting at the bar when she felt an ice-cold bottle on the small of her back, making her jump. Angling her head, she looked right into Big's smirking face. "Was that necessary?" she asked, her lips quirking crookedly.
He shrugged and offered her the bottle, bringing the other to his lips. "You looked hot," he drawled.
The double entendre wasn't lost on her. Her lips curved flirtatiously as she glanced up at him, her eyes dancing. "I just met your fan club in the bathroom," she told him casually.
His eyebrow cocked up and he grinned. "That's funny…I just met yours, too. Seems they like the way you shake your ass and grip the microphone when you sing." He was in complete agreement with them. He nearly blew a load on stage during I Love Rock and Roll when she dropped to her knees for a few bars and slithered up slowly, tossing that mass of curls back. "Pretty sure they were imagining you gripping something else." He chuckled when she rolled her eyes. "What's my fan club like?" he asked roguishly.
Alisha's lips twisted into a tart smirk. "Surgically enhanced and bottle blonde."
Big laughed dryly. "Jealous?"
She shook her head as she gulped from the bottle. "Blonde's not really my color and I swim just fine—no need for my own PFDs."
"Funny," he retorted.
"Thanks for the beer, Big," she grinned, shifting to walk away when he grabbed her wrist, halting her.
"Hey guys, there you are," Mike interrupted. "Break's over."
"Great, thanks, Mike," Alisha said, once again leaving Big behind.
Interrupted. Again. Big was seriously about to kick Mike's ass.
Big grabbed the microphone and spoke into it. "Time for our last song. Thanks for being such a great crowd…we've had a lot of fun tonight and we hope you did, too. Give it up for James on sticks, Mike on guitar and keys, Matt on bass. And a special thanks to the hot and talented Alisha for making us sound better than we normally do," he grinned, slanting a look in her direction as the crowd boisterously applauded. She shot a sly smile back at him, which broke into a wide grin as their eyes held. Goddammit! Singing with her was really turning him the fuck on. Her outfit and heated glances weren't helping.
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