“Good show, guys!”

Kendall shrugged out of his sweat drenched jacket and took a swig of water. Everyone was getting cleaned up and ready to party. But he couldn’t focus on anything but her.

He was staring at the girl he'd almost run over. Again. He couldn't seem to stop staring at her. He definitely did not want to send her home, even though that's what he knew he should do.

What he really wanted was to go to bed with her.

Hell, he wanted to break the bed.

He had a vision of him peeling her clothes off and licking each tender looking bit of her as it came into view. And then he'd- well let's just say he wouldn't have trouble keeping her up all night, that was for sure.

Jesus, what was wrong with him?

If he’d met her when he was seventeen… man, he would not let her go. He would have done anything for a crack at her.

Hell, he would have wanted her to be his girlfriend.

He knew he could have his pick of women. For some mysterious reason he had a case of the hots for this spunky little girl with the huge eyes and huge- well, let’s just say she was amply endowed. He’d leave it at that.

He wanted the one girl he couldn’t have. Literally could not have. Legally could not have.

Smart, Kendall. Really fucking smart.

She looked a little nervous, sitting there on the couch of the green room.

If she knew what he was thinking, she'd be more than nervous.

She'd probably be terrified or grossed out by the pervy older guy in his late twenties.

"We should call your folks. Tell them to come get you."

"I told you I don't have-"

"What?"

"Never mind. I should get out of here anyway. I just need to call a taxi. My friends took off already."

She stood up, grabbing her bag. She was all business all the sudden.

"Hey- don't go. I'm making sure you don't fall asleep, remember?"

She sighed as if he were a very slow person she was trying to get through to. He could see her resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"You don't need to do that. I'm sure you have other things to do. Groupies to bang."

He crossed his arms, feeling slightly offended.

Even if he’d been thinking the same thing.

"I don't do that kind of thing."

She blinked at him.

"Sorry. I'm just hungry. I get cranky when I'm hungry."

"We could get something to eat. Unless your parents are going to ground you or something?"

"I told you- oh forget it. It was really nice meeting you."

She held out her hand. He stared at it. Her hands were delicate and clean. She had an expensive waterproof watch on. Something was bothering him about her. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

What he really wanted to put his finger on was her.

Every delicious inch of her.

"Thank you for a really great evening. Other than, you know."

He shook her hand, still staring at her. He had this crazy thought all the sudden. Maybe she was older than she looked...

"How old are you anyway?

She lifted her chin.

"Twenty five.”

"Seriously? You’re only a few years younger than me?”

She gave him a look that could cut glass. He felt immediate relief. He wasn't a pervert for wanting to kiss her- or, do other things with that hot little body. She was the right age for him after all. Now there was no way he was letting her get away that easy.

"Yes, seriously. Do you want to see my ID?"

He grinned, contemplating all the things he could do with her.

"Yes."

"Shut up."

He laughed. She wouldn't bore him, that was for sure.

"Well, alright then."

"Alright what?"

"Now I'm definitely keeping you up all night."

"Excuse me?"

"I just meant- look, we're going to Vegas for the weekend. I was going to postpone until I knew you were okay. You should come with."

She looked scandalized. It was adorable. Oh there were so many ways he’d like to scandalize her.

"To Vegas?"

"Yeah. That way I can make sure you don't fall into a coma or whatever happens with a concussion."

She rolled her eyes at him.

"Actually, that's exactly what happens."

"Okay so, let's go."

"I don't know..."

He leaned in and smiled at her. He knew he was playing with fire with this girl. She wasn't his usual fare of vapid but experienced women. She wasn’t in the industry.

But suddenly he didn't care.

"Come on, Jess. I dare you."