Chapter Six
Kit
I nodded and accepted Will’s invitation for a drink. His hand settled on my lower back as he guided me to the bar at the back of the tent. The drummer for Flix was very tall, his arms heavily tattooed. His deep brown eyes and light blond hair made him stunning, but I was more interested in a guy with multicolored hair and eyes so green they were mesmerizing.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, giving me a once over.
“Whiskey and coke, please,” I replied, refusing to look over my shoulder. I didn’t even have to check to see if Aiden was watching me, because I could feel his stare.
“I’ll have a beer,” Will said, interrupting the bartender’s creepy leer as he flashed his badge indicating he was with a band and our drinks were free. Once he set our drinks on the bar top, Will shoved a few bills in the man’s tip jar and took my hand, pulling me away from the crowd that had gathered. We found a bistro table, and I took a seat after setting my drink down.
“You are an amazing bassist,” Will said, leaning against the high top table.
“Thank you!” I smiled, taking a large gulp of my drink. The burn from the alcohol felt good against my parched throat.
“How long have you been playing?” he continued.
“About ten years.” I shrugged. “My uncle gave me his old bass for my fourteenth birthday and then spent the weekends teaching me how to play it.”
“Isn’t that how most of us started out?” he asked, looking at something over my shoulder. His eyes narrowed, but he quickly schooled his features.
“Pretty much,” I answered, turning my head slightly to see Aiden had moved closer. He held a beer between his fingers, bringing it to his lips and taking a swig. The fire in his eyes sent a chill down my spine. He was pissed.
“I see that I have competition,” Will chuckled after a long sigh. “I’m going to bow out, Ms. Kit. It was a pleasure to meet you, and I hope to see you again.”
“Thank you for the drink,” I conceded. Will was right. Aiden would’ve probably killed him if he’d even made a move to get close to me.
“I usually go after things that I want, but I see that with you, my charms would go to waste,” he said, then winked. “I just wish I’d met you sooner.” He was teasing me, and I knew it. When he leaned over and kissed my cheek, I heard Will chuckle before walking away.
As soon as I was alone, Aiden marched forward, his teeth clenched so hard that his jaw ticked rapidly. I didn’t say anything, just picked up my drink and found my way out of the tent. He followed me without another word. Jude and Kade hung back and didn’t make a move to follow us.
“Do you know him?” Aiden asked as soon as I climbed the steps of the bus. Looking around, I cursed under my breath when I realized that we were alone. Being alone with Aiden Hawke was a bad idea.
“No,” I replied, draining the rest of my drink and dropping the plastic cup into the garbage can under the sink. “That’s the first time I’d ever met anyone from Flix.”
“He wanted in your pants,” Aiden snarled, running his hand through his multicolored hair.
“That’s crude, Aiden,” I scoffed, taking a step back. “Really rude.”
“It’s the truth,” he cursed, moving forward. “If he could’ve thrown you across that table, he would’ve fucked you right there for everyone to see.”
“And?” I pushed. I knew he was trying to stake his claim; and damn, I wanted him to claim me, but not like some Neanderthal. The tension was building between us, and I wasn’t stupid. We both knew that we wanted each other, but I was the only one who was thinking rationally. He was acting like a caveman.
Aiden froze, his eyes blazing with heat as he searched my face. I kept my expression hard as stone. It was now or never. I wanted him. He wanted me, but in that moment, Aiden Hawke turned on his heel and walked off the bus. Only a vicious curse was left in his wake.
My heart thundered in my chest, the adrenalin making my hands twitch. Tears pricked at my eyes, and I cursed loudly to keep my mind off crying. I wanted him to be the one to throw me down on the table and fuck me, but I also didn’t want to ruin what I had with Something Wicked.
Where did I draw the line?
“Fuck this,” I snarled, grabbing my bag. There were a line of cabs outside of the venue. I knew where I wanted to go to let off some steam.
I slipped out of the bus and skirted around the backstage area, hoping I wasn’t seen by any of my bandmates or noticed by any fans. The sun was setting and I pulled on a thin jacket over my vest. I pulled the hood up over my blonde hair and ducked my head. As soon as I cleared the fence, I waved at a cab and jumped in the back the moment he stopped.
“Take me to The Strip,” I said, leaning back in my seat and finally releasing a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I fired off a text to our manager, telling him I would be back in time for us to leave Las Vegas. I just needed some time alone.