Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,5

wasn’t the first or even the second time I’d heard that. I don’t mean to play so suggestively. But it’s as if the music takes control of my body, and I don’t fight it. But as I continued to look at her, I took in her young face and wondered if she was really a fan of jazz music or something else. So I waited patiently for the question I knew was coming.

“Well, I’m glad you do. But I have to know: Can you play the sax solo from Careless Whisper?”

And there it was. I was asked at least once, if not twice, at every gig I went to. It was almost a joke between me and the band members, since we were all asked if we could play certain solos. Poor Baylor’s was the drum solo for In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins.

I withheld a laugh as I answered her. “I think it’s almost illegal for a sax player to not know how to play it.”

After giving her friends another look, she leaned closer to me. “Well, I’d love to hear you play it some time.”

I shifted on my stool, hoping to put a little space between us. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings since she was trying so hard, but there was no chance of anything happening between us. “Uh, well maybe I can play it during one of our sets.”

I hadn’t planned on it, but sometimes it was fun to throw it in to get the crowd going.

“Oh.” Her lips turned down in the corner. “I was hoping it’d be in a more…private setting?”

Ah fuck. How did I handle that one? I was used to deflecting flirting fans, but this one was different. She was so sweet and trying so hard, even if it was out of her comfort zone. And I needed to let her down gently. Which was a shame, since there were plenty of men she could have her pick from. She’d chosen to flirt with the one who shared the same taste in body parts. I wasn’t one who went around flaunting my sexuality, since it was no one’s business whom I shared my bed with, but I wondered if I should tell her so she’d use her courage on someone else.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?”

Fuck me. Foster had just come to my rescue, and he didn’t even know he was my savior. But the way the word “sir” rolled off his tongue had my dick twitching in my pants.

“I would love another bottle of water,” I told him, holding up my nearly empty one.

“Great. Anything else? Any food?”

I shook my head. “I try not to play on a full stomach. And while I’m sure the food here is great, I tend to stay away from putting anything too greasy in my body.”

Foster nodded, but I noted how his eyes seemed to linger on the part of my body that was visible. I wanted to stand up to give him a more thorough view, but I fought the urge and remained seated. The woman standing beside me was an afterthought because all of my focus was on the man behind the bar.

“That’s understandable. Let me get you that water.”

Was his voice always so raspy? Or was there more to it?

Foster returned with the bottle, and when I reached out to grab it, I threw a little caution to the wind by letting my fingers brush against his. Shivers ran down my spine, and I noted how his lips parted on a silent gasp. And while I wanted to suddenly know more about the man and my response to the briefest touch, he jerked his hand away nearly causing me to drop the bottle.

“Foster, come here so I can show you how to make this drink,” Mina called, breaking whatever moment had passed between us.

I noticed Foster’s entire body nearly sagged in relief as he gave me one finale glance before all but running over to her. But the pink on his cheeks told me he had been just as affected as I’d been.

Interesting. Very interesting.

Belatedly remembering the lady who was standing beside me, I glanced over and noted how she was no longer there. A flash of yellow caught the corner of my eye, and I turned to see her chatting animatedly with a a young guy. They were a match made in heaven already, and I could predict wedding bells in their future.

“Hey, you ready?”