Page 32 of Electric Touch

“No problem,” Sasha says. “How about a champagne drummer boy? Think you can wrangle one up?”

“I like you,” Jack says and raises an arm to put it around her, but waits for her to agree. It does not bother Sasha, and she slips under his arm as they walk away.

“Is she safe with him?”

“If you mean, will he wear a condom? Then yeah, but only if your friend is up for it.”

My eyes widen. I didn’t mean that, but it’s good to know he’s sensible. “She’s dating someone.”

Nash looks amused. “Jack is gonna be disappointed then.”

“Yes.”

“He’ll respect that. As long as your friend doesn’t encourage or agree to it. Anyway, what did you think of the show?” He asks, as we move away from the drinks table and head over to a large sofa. He puts his hand on my lower back as he guides me through the throngs of people.

“Tulip Mania was an interesting concept for a song.” I arch a brow as I sit down. He joins me and laughs again.

“What can I say? I was inspired.”

“Will you teach me to play it?”

“Sure,” he says. “It’ll take a few lessons to get there, though.”

“Maybe I’ll surprise you at our next lesson.”

“You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?” He huffs out with a shake of his head.

“Little.” I hold up my thumb and forefinger in a small pinching gesture.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised.”

“I’ll still need your help,” I add. “I can only play three chords.”

“Good, because if you want to learn from an expert, like you said, you need to hold your horses. Not be learning stuff when I’m not there. I have a few lessons planned out.”

“You do?” I ask with a smile. “And I apologise, you’re right, I should wait.”

“Good. I booked the studio for next weekend, if that works for you. Saturday or Sunday.”

“Sunday would be best. I’m visiting my sister on Saturday.”

Nash nods. “Sunday it is.”

We stare at each other until I have to look away. My thighs clench together. It’s not just his looks getting to me, it’s his magnetism, his aura. He’s not your typical rockstar, or what the world perceives them to be, anyway. He’s kind of sweet. He seems genuinely excited to teach me to play the guitar. And he has not looked at anyone else since he approached me.

There are people all around vying for his attention. Not to mention his ex is just across the room, watching his every move. On my thorough scan of the room, I notice her new boyfriend isn’t here. That would be a total bitch move for her. I doubt the management would allow it. None of the other band members are in her corner.

Nash’s cologne is amazing. I almost want to lean in and have a good sniff, but that would be weird. It’s been seven months and three weeks since I last had sex with my ex-boyfriend, who I’d only dated for three months. He works at the university, not in my department, so it didn’t make things awkward. I can’t help but think about what it would be like with Nash. He has sex appeal and a great body. That doesn’t mean he is skilled in the bedroom, but finding out would be fun.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, leaning back. I twist so I can see him.

“Sex.”

He chokes a little. “What?”

“It’s been a while and Sasha thinks I should have sex with you.”

“Uh.” He looks bemused, but intrigued, too. He spreads his legs in that way guys do. One hand rests on his inner thigh, his elbow draping across his leg. “And do you think you should have sex with me?”

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