It's In His Kiss(5)

Now wait a second. If they were big in New York, I would have heard of them.

“Really, what kind of music do they play?”

“Rock, with a hint of funk. Never heard of them, huh?”

“No.” I was starting to feel like my cool card would be revoked. “What are they doing in Mexico?”

“They’re on tour and this is their last stop.”

“Oh, cool! Thanks!”

I turned to my sister who was chatting with some guy and I tugged on her arm. She turned to me and raised her eyebrows.

“There’s some band that’s supposed to be a big deal playing here tonight. They’re called Kisses on Fire, have you heard of them?”

“I think I’ve heard Melissa mention them, she said they’re pretty good.”

Melissa was my sister’s best friend. “How is it that I haven’t heard of this band, have I been living under a rock?”

“I don’t know, you’re always the first one to tell me about things like this. I think you were so caught up in Scott that you have been oblivious to a lot of stuff going on around you.” She looked around the room. “They’re obviously really good because all of these people are here to see them. Should be cool.” She turned back to talk to the guy again.

“Claire, I’m going to go get us drinks, what do you want?”

“Sparkling water.”

She barely got the words out and then she turned back to the guy she was talking to. My sister talked about me getting caught up in guys but she couldn’t seem to tear herself aware from that one. She had a boyfriend back home but you would never know it from the way she was hanging on to that guy’s every word.

I went to the bar to get our drinks and as I was waiting for my vodka tonic the lights slowly dimmed and a guy from the bar jumped on the stage.

“Alright, alright! Let’s make some noise for Kisses on Fire!”

I leaned against the bar and quickly downed my drink before ordering a sparkling water. My sister would give me a really hard time if she knew that I was drinking alcohol because as dancers, it was not supposed to be part of our diet at all. I liked to have a drink every now and then and she knew that and told me that was why I wasn’t as good as I could be when I danced, but I ignored her. I didn’t think that one drink every now and then would make any sort of difference. I grabbed our sparkling waters and as I was walking back to where my sister was standing I froze in my tracks as my eyes fixated on the stage. Standing in front of me, hands wrapped around the microphone, was gorgeous Zane belting out a gorgeous melody. I was totally taken aback by how good his voice was, and then I was instantly confused.

How is he a part of this band that is on tour and working at this resort at the same time? It didn’t make sense.

When I handed Claire her water she grabbed my arm, shaking it with excitement.

“Do you see who’s on the stage? How is that possible? He was our waiter yesterday!”

“I know, I was thinking the same thing. If I get a chance to talk to him again I’ll have to ask him because it’s really weird.”

“The drummer is so hot!” Claire couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

My sister was acting a bit out of the ordinary and it was good to see her letting loose. She was always the one who followed all the rules and did everything she was supposed to and I always thought it would be good for her to let her hair down every once in a while.

As I stood there enjoying the music I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Zane. He seemed at home on the stage and the band was incredible. The women in the room were screaming like crazy and I could see that they were focused on Zane, and for good reason. He stood there, tall and sexy, in jeans and a simple white t-shirt that stretched across every inch of his muscular chest and arms. By the third song, as the sweat slowly rolled down the side of his face, I wanted to jump up on that stage and rip his shirt off, totally not caring that everyone there would see me.

Abby, get a hold of yourself! My reaction to him was the weirdest thing, I had to keep telling myself in my head, over and over, to relax. I hadn’t had sex in a long time so I was thinking that might be the reason that I was acting like a dog in heat. The good thing was he was far away for me on the stage and not right in front of me where I could have really made a fool of myself.

The band did not play for very long, and when they were done the crowd erupted in screams and whistles. A few women even threw their bras on the stage at Zane.

Claire tore herself away from the guy she was talking to and linked her arm through mine as we made our way back to the VIP section.

“What happened to Mr. Wonderful?” My tone was teasing as we settled onto the plush couch.