Tempt My Heart(30)

“Yeah, I could use a drink. Then I’m getting outta here. I’m going to have the driver bring me back to my house. It’s been a long day.”

All my bandmates know today is the anniversary of Cane’s death and all nod giving me sympathetic smiles.

“Okay, well here, take a shot of this shit.” Levi says handing me a shot glass as I plop down in the booth beside him. I can feel Jordon’s gaze, and it feels like he’s stripping me bare.

Holding the shot up, I sniff it. It smells like Peppermint Schnapps, “What shot is this?” I ask as I toss it back. Closing my eyes, I stomp my heels on the tile floor as I feel the cool liquid slide down my throat.

“It’s called, pass out on the bathroom floor naked…now that’s a party in a shot glass if I’ve ever heard of one!” Nash replies as he pours himself another. I can tell he’s had more than a few already.

He’s going to be hurting tomorrow.

“It tastes really good! Pour me one more then I’m bouncing outta this joint.” I tease bumping my shoulder into his and flash him a wicked grin.

I can feel Jordon behind me and its causing my entire body to flush, as the alcohol mixing with the hunger for him consumes my body. My head is telling me to leave the club alone but my vagina is screaming at me to let it have a go with that very nice sized cock he has tucked away in his jeans that was teasing me on the dance floor.

Nash shoves another shot in my hand, snapping me out of the internal battle I’ve got going on between my head and my very horny body.

“Oh…I am too fucking drunk to even think straight…”Casper slurs as he holds his hand up, letting Nash know he is done with shots. Turning his attention to me, he lets out a deep husky laugh as he swings his hand towards Jordon and his friends who are hanging out by our table with him. “I totally forgot to introduce you to Tempting Tomorrow!” He shouts over the music at me.

I feel like ice water was just dumped over my head.

Ohhh shit!

Of course, Jordon is in the fucking band going on tour with us for six months!

Snapping my head around and twisting my body so I’m facing the band that’ll now be our opening act, I give them all a big, all teeth, mega-fucking-watt smile as I try to hide the major panic attack brewing in my chest.

“Hey! Hope y’all are enjoying yourselves tonight. I’m Brittan.” I mentally hi-five myself for being able to form a coherent sentence and not fleeing the fricking VIP area and making an ass of myself in front of everyone.

All the guys and one girl, who’s wrapped in the arms of the guy sporting long blonde dreadlocks, take turns shaking my hand and telling me their names.

Dreadlocks name is Lawson Edwards, the bands drummer. He looks to be about 5’10 with a lean muscular build; he introduced me to his girlfriend, Natasha next. She’s an inch shorter than him and has long black hair to her butt, gorgeous dark skin and an amazing sense of fashion. I so need to know where she got those heels!

The whole time everyone is introducing themselves, Jordon doesn’t move. He’s just kicked back against the wall sipping his beer with a cocky fucking grin across his face that I’d love to smack off of him at this very moment.

Everyone knows I don’t like mixing business with pleasure. The last thing I need is drama on my tour, especially after the shitty year I’ve had. Thank God I have my own damn bus, because I think he’s going to test my sobriety; I can feel it deep in my bones.

The next guy that steps up to shake my hand has to be over 6’0” easily, with his auburn hair styled slightly as if he rubbed some product in it just before walking out the door. He’s also a thinner build, similar to Lawson. He has tattoo sleeves up both arms, as well as “love” tattooed across his right knuckles that are now extended out to me.

Shaking his hand, he flashes a sly grin that makes my girly parts tingle…this man has charismatic charm radiating out of him! “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Brittan.” I smile like a school girl as my name rolls off his tongue. He is definitely a player. “I’m Zane Cooper, the lead singer.”

That explains his ‘I can get in anyone’s pants’ charm. He’s the front man! I laugh to myself.

“Nice to finally meet you too, Zane. Badass name, by the way! Real or stage name?” I ask narrowing my gaze on him waiting to see if he’ll tell me the truth or try to lie.

“Real name. My parents were hippies back in the day, wanted something cool and ‘Zen’.” He mocks jokingly with air quotes. I can’t help but laugh with him.

The next band member to introduce himself has a gorgeous flower tattoo covering the entire left side of his neck and looks like it continues down and travels along his upper left bicep. I hope he plays shirtless on stage, because I’d love to see his tattoo under the strobe lights.