Play With Me - Brittany Cournoyer Page 0,6

Baylor asked as he walked over to me.

I took a long drink of my water.

“Yup. Let me hit the bathroom real fast, and then I’ll be ready to go.”

“Perfect.”

“Oh, I had a request,” I said as I got off the stool to walk to where the bathroom was nestled in the back of the bar. Baylor had fallen in step beside me.

“Don’t tell me…”

I smirked at him. “Yup.”

Baylor sighed before chuckling. “They’ll love it.”

“I think so, too. It seems like that crowd.”

“I agree with you on that.”

We entered the bathroom, did our business, and after a thorough handwashing returned to the stage. The rest of the guys were already there, seated behind their bass and piano.

“We’ve had a request,” Baylor informed them.

The other two groaned without Baylor telling them what it was.

“We’ll fit it into this set,” Maverick reluctantly said.

Maverick was the leader of the band, and if he said we’d fit it into the set, we’d fit it into the set. With his graying hair, stern face, and dry sense of humor, he came off as stuffy and boring. And I originally thought that of him too, until I got to know him. He was actually a great guy, and when he played the piano, his entire demeanor changed.

“Great,” I said.

As I grabbed my sax, I risked taking another look at the bar to eye the man who’d captured my interest. Usually I didn’t care where we played so long as we had a gig so I could make some money. But as I got ready to play the opening notes on our next song, I couldn’t help but hope we played at Clancy’s more often.

3

Foster

I wasn’t sure what compelled me to walk over and see if the Tattooed God disguised as a sax player needed another drink. But as I stood there, watching the blond woman with the sweet face chatting him up, I felt my feet propelling me closer. I kept telling myself it wasn’t because I was interested in him, but because he looked uncomfortable and I wanted to provide the perfect interference. But when I heard his soft voice and saw his hazel eyes, my reasoning for going to the bar was forgotten, and all I could do was wonder what it was about this man who was making me question everything.

I liked women. I always had. The woman standing beside him, who was seconds away from laying across the bar and offering herself up as a snack, was more my style. Before my messy relationship, I wouldn’t have had any problem pulling her to the back room and peeling that dress off her. But I didn’t give her a second glance, except for wondering why she felt it was okay to lean in so close and lick her lips so suggestively. And feeling jealous it wasn’t me doing the leaning and licking, instead. Only they weren’t my licks I wanted to lick…

Where did that thought come from?

I should’ve been interested in the woman, not the man. What the hell was wrong with me? Maybe everything I had going on was messing with my mind. The breakup, the move, the new job…my life had been turned on its head, so of course everything was completely screwed up. And because of it, I was having reactions I typically wouldn’t have.

Then how come whenever his fingers brushed against mine as I handed him his water, I felt something inside me stir that I hadn’t felt in a long time? Not even when I was with Jennifer did I ever have such a reaction. Yeah, we’d have sex, but her touch never sent fire sizzling through my veins, had my lips parting on a silent gasp, or my dick stirring in my pants. Fuck, I hoped there wouldn’t be a visible bulge or wet spot. How would I explain that to Mina?

I quickly jerked my hand away, confused by the strong reaction and nearly wept in relief when Mina called me over. Being so close to him, even with a bar between us, had me wanting to lean closer to get a better whiff of his scent. Would he smell more like cologne or sweat? And why was I wanting to push blondie out of the way and drape my own body across the bar to offer myself up as a feast?

Dammit, I was a mess.

Thank goodness the lights dimmed a bit to signal the set was about to start, which meant he’d left the bar, and I