“Thank you,” he said, and got a round of applause and cheering and a few wolf whistles. I clapped along with everyone else, completely lost in his performance. He smiled and exited the stage to make way for the next performer.
“I never thought I would actually like that song, but that was pretty damn good,” Fin said, nodding his approval.
“Get up,” Sloane said, shoving me off my chair.
“Hey!” I had no choice but to give up my chair.
“Get out of here. Right now. Before I change my mind and go for him.” She pushed me toward the back of the bar. I looked at Marisol and Chloe for help, but they were staring into their drinks. Fin just made a shooing motion with his hands and then turned to talk to Marisol.
“Go on,” Sloane said, and I was powerless against her as she pushed me through the bar.
“And don’t come home tonight,” she said in my ear before smacking me on the ass and walking back to the table.
I was about to turn around and go back, but Lucas came out of the back and smacked right into me.
He caught me before either of us fell and smiled when he realized it was me.
“Coming to get an autograph, Sunshine?” He steadied me with one arm and had his guitar with the other. Shit.
“No. My soon-to-be-former roommate shoved me over here. So here I am.” I crossed my arms and tried to put on my best Bitch Face.
“Ah, so you’re here under duress. I’m so sorry about that, Miss Clarke.”
“It’s no big deal, Mr. Blaine. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to call a cab and go home.” I turned to go, but he stopped me.
“Wait. Don’t go.” I sighed and turned back around. “Stay. Please.”
“I can’t, Lucas. We can’t.” He moved closer and I could see the desperation on his face and I could feel it inside of me. I wanted him so much.
“One more time. Please?” His voice was deep and it made me feel something unfold way down inside and I knew I was going to say yes, even as I tried to say no.
“Why did you have to sing? I could say no if you didn’t sing,” I said as he moved closer and pulled me into his chest.
He laughed and it rumbled through him.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Come on. Come home with me. One last time.”
Maybe I’d been going about this the wrong way. Maybe if I gave in, really gave in, for one night then I’d get it out of my system and it would take the forbidden nature away from our relationship. That was probably half the attraction anyway. Forbidden things were always more sexy.
Plus, I had fabulous underwear on.
“One night. I’m all yours for one night.” I looked up at him and he stared down at me.
“One perfect night.”
His hand slid down my back, squeezed my ass and then he twisted his fingers in mine.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Thirteen
This time we held hands in the cab on the ride to his apartment. He kept looking over at me and smiling, and I was getting the first date flutters again. I felt bad for abandoning poor Fin, but Sloane texted and assured me that he and Marisol had been deep in conversation and he hadn’t even noticed that I’d left. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who wouldn’t be going home alone tonight.
Lucas traced the back of my hand with his thumb, and it was so sweet that I giggled.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”