The Right Kind of Love(29)

I was just taking a drink of my cocktail when Damien came up to me. “What did you think?”

All of my co-workers started ranting and raving over how good they were while I stayed quiet. I wasn’t going to try to compete to be heard.

“Thanks, guys. It’s such a rush up there.” Damien gave them a heart-stopping smile.

Mags got up from her chair across from us and came over to Damien and put her arm around his waist and whispered in his ear. They both chuckled. I had no idea what they were saying, but if I had to bet, it was a proposition to hook up later. It really didn’t matter what my views were on Damien and his random hook ups. I couldn’t say anything because this was Mags we were talking about, and I wouldn’t dare hurt her feelings.

Damien looked at me and took my chin in his hands turning my head to focus on him. I felt a whoosh in my belly.

And it was the good kind of whoosh that made the rest of my body tingle.

“I heard what the rest of them said about our band, but what did you think?” His espresso eyes were penetrating mine. He acted as if my opinion was all that counted.

“You were sensational. Phenomenal. I can’t even begin to describe how great you guys were. I’m fangirling.” I gave him my best smile and he returned it with one of his.

He raised up an eyebrow. “Fangirling?”

“Yes, you know like as in a fan.” I chuckled and he laughed right along with me.

“Yeah, I think I get it.” He looked over his shoulder and my eyes followed his. It was the lead singer of the band that mostly sang with his back to us. He was a looker for sure. Now that I could see him up close, he had the deepest blue eyes—so blue that I wanted to sit and stare into them all night. With his medium brown hair, a bit different from Damien’s and a bit of a mess on the top, he had pure boyish charm. Unlike Damien, he actually had a shirt on.

Damien cleared his throat. “Come here, little brother. Let me introduce you to my roommate, Sydney.”

The guy walked over to Damien’s side and looked down to the ground. What was up with this guy? “This shy guy is my little brother and lead singer, Sebastian.”

He finally looked up, and I stuck my hand out to him. “Hi, Sebastian. I’m Sydney Summers. It’s nice to meet you.” We shook hands. “You have an amazing voice, but I have to admit, I would love to see more of your face while you’re singing.”

He looked down at his shoes and then back up at me. “Sure.”

Damien put his arm around his brother and then ruffled his hair. “Don’t mind him, he’s just extremely shy. But I wanted to introduce him to you so you know him when he comes to the apartment.”

“Cool, thanks.”

Shaina nudged me on the arm. I guess she wanted me to introduce her.

“Damien, this is one of my friends from the salon, Shaina. Damien and Sebastian, meet my gal.” I leaned away a little so they could all shake hands.

“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to the rest of the table?” Damien raised his eyebrows. No doubt the little man-whore was checking out the merchandise. But he wouldn’t get too far because Mags had already set her sights on him. It stung a little bit. If he were a different kind of guy, it would really hurt. But I knew he wasn’t good for me. I needed someone who did attachments and was all hearts and flowers. Even though he had become somewhat of a gentleman, I knew this was a quality he wouldn’t have.

I did the introductions, and each time, my friends took turns telling him how great the band sounded. I could have sworn I saw his head getting bigger. It was going to be so inflated by the time he left tonight that he wouldn’t be able to get it through the front door.

“Hey, Syd, I’m going to go out back and smoke before our next set starts. You wanna come with me and keep me company?”

I wondered why he would possibly want me to go with him. He had plenty of girls here that wanted to throw themselves at his feet and have a million babies with him.

Pointing to myself, I raised an eyebrow. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Sure, I suppose.” I grabbed my water off the table and followed him through the bar and into the back parking lot.

As he lit his cigarette, I couldn’t help but stare at him and the way his lips caressed the edges. Smoking wasn’t my thing, but I had to admit it looked sexy as sin on him.

“So I wanted to ask you a question.” Oh, lord. I could only imagine what kind of question was going to roll off his lips.

“Yes?” I prompted him.

“I’ve been eyeing your friend Mags and she wants to get together after the show if you know what I mean.” He took another drag and blew it out while I sipped down some of my water. The water was helping me from getting too tipsy.