Girl you're beautiful
You're bout near perfect
But I bet somebody's already told you that
Name your poison
Name your passion
Cause a boy like me just couldn't help but ask
Keep on talking to me baby
I'm hanging on your every word
Keep those drinks a coming maybe
We'll both get what we deserve
How bout baby
We make a promise
To not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations
Only get worse in the morning light
Hey I'm just lookin' for a good time
Put in a long hard week doing this 9 to 5
And you're just the girl to get that off my mind
You shouldn't've worn that dress
You shouldn't dance like that
You got this little heart of mine in overdrive
I sure love this conversation
The band is good, the music's loud
But would you get the wrong impression
If I called us a cab right now
Aw, yeah!
How bout baby
We make a promise
To not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations
Only get worse in the morning light
Hey I'm just lookin' for a good time
Go ahead and lie to me and pull me close
Tell me that you love me even if you don't
The rule is don't you ever even talk about forever
But you never say never in life
How bout baby
We make a promise
To not promise anything more than one night
Complicated situations
Only get worse in the morning light
Hey I'm just lookin' for a good time
Hey, I'm just lookin' for a good time
Alisha momentarily took in the applause, so glad she'd given in and agreed to perform with Fire Extinguishers, before waving to the crowd and walking backstage. She tried to quell the nervous anticipation that coursed through her veins and end the tug of war going on in her brain where Big was concerned. It was making her edgy. Russell's statement about how to take said edge off rang loudly in her ears again. Ugh!
"Alisha," Matt greeted when he strolled backstage. "Girl, you can sing! Any time you want to sing with the band, please feel free."
"That really was our best show yet," Mike agreed, walking in right behind his band mate.
"Aw, thanks, men—I had a fantastic time," Alisha said, a brilliant smile lighting up her face. "I'm going out to the bar for a drink; do you guys want to come?"
"Damn, I would, but I'm on at 7:00am tomorrow," Mike said.
"Yeah, me, too," Matt grumbled, packing up his bass. "Next time though."
"Sounds good," Alisha nodded and placed her tambourine back into her bag. Running a hand over her red coat, she went back and forth about whether or not to put it on and flee or hang back. The smart decision would've found her bundled up against the cold and in a cab by now, yet she was moving slowly around the room, rooting through her bag for nothing in particular. Mike and Matt left as James lumbered into the room.
"Hey, Lisha," James called.
"Hey, James," she answered, smiling over her shoulder, seeing him lugging his drums along.
"I'm heading out to meet Maggie. Wanna come?"
Alisha shook her head. "That's sweet of you, but I don't feel like being a third wheel. You two have fun and tell her I'll call her tomorrow."
"Alright," James said affably. "You were really great tonight—thanks again for doing this."
"My pleasure," she assured him, waving goodbye. She heard a 'See ya, asshole' in the hallway and swallowed thickly seconds before Big rounded the corner and swaggered into the room.
And then there were two.
"Sup, Shorty?" he leered, strolling slowly over to his stuff. He plopped down into the chair and began packing up his guitars.
"Hi," she replied, willing her voice to remain calm despite her erratic pulse.
She watched appreciatively as the muscles in his arms flexed and rippled beneath the material of his faded t-shirt. Enough. It had been far too long since she'd had the weight of man pressing down on her and she'd had enough. Turning, she tugged on her coat and grabbed her bag. With a shake of her hair, she walked over and stood in front of him, waiting until he lifted his eyes to her.
Big saw her boots and the hem of her red coat before him and he slowly lifted his head, arching a questioning brow as he looked directly into hooded brown eyes. A smirk toyed with his lips when a smile curved seductively over hers.
"Wanna get out of here?" she asked, wrapping her white scarf around her neck, holding his gaze.
Oh, fuck yes! He Rosemary to his feet and smirked wickedly down at her. "What'd you have in mind, Alisha?" he asked roguishly. He wanted to hear her say it.
Alisha laughed softly, glancing down at the floor quickly before lifting wanton eyes back to his. "This dance we've been doing? It's been fun, but I can't take it anymore. I really need to get your hands on me or I'm going to lose my mind." She angled her head slightly, a kittenish smile on her lips. "I'd rather lose my mind with them on me—it's more fun that way."
Holy shit. Big growled low in the back of his throat as her words registered in his brain, sending a powerful punch of unadulterated lust straight into his gut. He moved to pounce and her hand pushed against his chest in warning, making him snarl. If she was just fucking with him he was going to light himself on fire…and maybe toss her out into the middle of traffic. That shit was notkosher.
"Not here," she breathed, curling her fingers into his shirt.
He picked up his coat and shrugged into it. She already had bedroom eyes going on and…goddamn she was sexy. Oh, fuck this. He grabbed her shoulders and hauled her up against him, crushing his lips heatedly against hers.
She staggered on her tiptoes, her hands grasping the front of
