But, baby, come a little closer, open my door.
I turned and held her gaze. Her eyes were sparkling with something I didn’t understand, but damn, it felt like it was all mine.
They say I’m bad for you.
They say I’m wrong for the innocent, I’ll only burn you up.
But I’m addicted now, and there’s no changing that.
I just may be bad for you, but this lesson you’re gonna learn.
Accuse me of insanity or desire to possess.
I’ve heard it before but never like this.
I’d tell you not to fear this, but then I’d be a liar.
You lost your free will right after our first kiss.
I know they tell you to stay away from the devil.
But, baby, come a little closer. Open my door.
They say I’m bad for you.
They say I’m wrong for an angel, I’ll only burn you up.
But I’m addicted now, and there’s no changing that.
I just may be bad for you, but this lesson you’re gonna learn.
Good girls should stay away from the dark corners.
Temptation will always lurk within the turn.
Keeping you pure may be the only thing that redeems me.
But I never asked not to burn.
Chapter Sixteen
BLYTHE
There were a lot of them. All of them had tiny tops and tinnier bottoms. I stepped back from the women being let backstage by a large guy dressed in black. I could feel several of them looking at me.
“Who is she?” one of them asked in an annoyed tone.
I turned to the large guy who had the muscles of a bodybuilder and a T-shirt on that was so tight, it was in danger of ripping. He frowned at me. “How did you get back here? I don’t let the girls in until last song.”
Nervously, I glanced back at the stage, but I had moved so that I couldn’t see Krit anymore. Swinging my gaze back to the man, I told him, “I came in with the band.”
His frown turned into a disbelieving smirk. “Yeah, right. Heard that before.” He stepped toward me and held out his hand. “Come on, sugar. I bring back the girls the guys pick out, and you weren’t one of them. I didn’t even see you around the stage all night.”
Uh-oh. Glancing back at the stage, I knew Krit would be done soon, and he would inform the guy I was really with the band. Problem was it didn’t look like I was going to be able to keep this guy from sending me away.
“Come on,” he said, motioning me to take his hand. “This isn’t something you want in on. I have no doubt they’d have picked you out of a crowd, but you look terrified. This isn’t where you need to be. These boys like to play.”
“I really did come with the band. I’m a friend of Krit’s,” I explained.