Page 2 of Blind Attraction

Alana shook her head in denial. Unless she had something unnatural sticking to her face, he had no reason to be interested in her. On the other hand, her lack of hysterics probably made it obvious she shouldn’t be here. The competition to win tickets had been for hardcore fans only. If Kate hadn’t offered her a ticket, Alana would be sitting at home, still clueless to what the band members even looked like.

“Don’t be stupid,” Alana yelled back, giving her friend a good-natured hip bump.

Kate leaned closer. “Seems like it to me.” She jerked her head in Mitchell’s direction and Alana followed Kate’s lead, her hungry gaze falling back on his face.

This time, she knew her dimples were making an appearance. Her throat dried, and she struggled to maintain eye contact. He was too damn desirable, his expression turning every inch of her skin to flames. Then one side of his lips lifted in the cutest grin she’d ever seen.

Before she burst into a fit of giggles, she distracted herself, looking at the drummer, the lead singer, and the stage lights. She needed to be careful or she’d leave without remembering any of the performance.

The last notes of the song sounded, and again the crowd burst into sound. She laughed through the hysteria, dizzy, high on excitement.

“Thanks, guys. You rock!” The lead singer ended his appreciation in a yell. “Do you like the new album so far?”

Alana was deaf. Nothing but bells ringing in her ears.

“I guess that’s a yes.”

Glancing up at the stage, she found Mitchell staring at her again. She smiled and put her fingers to her ears. He replied with a cringe of apology and shrugged.

The lead singer cleared his throat. Once. Twice. “OK, OK. We get the picture.” He laughed and the noise around her lessened. “We’re going to take a small break and be back in twenty to show off the rest of the album.”

Mitchell’s lips tilted into a delicious curve, one that made her insides burn. He pulled the guitar strap over his head. She resisted fanning her heated face as he turned to hand his guitar to one of the stage crew. Even his back view was flawless. Strong shoulders, a lean waist, and the tightest ass she’d ever seen.

He pivoted the top half of his body around and raked his gaze along the front row with an impassive stare. When he reached the place where she stood, he stopped. One side of his lips lifted and he winked in her direction, then turned to leave the stage.

She blinked...and blinked again. The world faded away while she relived the moment, trying to determine if she’d won the hot guy lottery. She didn’t even notice the curtain falling or that people had stopped dry humping her.

“Jesus Christ, Alana!” Kate grabbed her shoulder and gave her a shake. “Mitchell Davies winked at you!”

Alana swallowed. “I...I...”

What could she say? It sure seemed like he had, however, she had no experience with this sort of thing. Her intimate moments with men involved three isolated nights of fumbling, grinding, and stickiness she hoped to one day forget.

She still couldn’t grasp the hype over sex. She’d tried, and the third time wasn’t a charm. Since then, things had been drier than the Sahara. She’d even grown accustomed to her monkish lifestyle.

“He totally winked at you,” Kate continued, bouncing on her toes. “Crap, I gotta pee. Can you mind our spot?”

Alana nodded and gripped the rail for support. Wow. A guy crush did make you giddy. Kate had tried to explain the thrill of flirtation to her in an email when they were teenagers, but Alana had only experienced the emotion vicariously through movies or books. Real life didn’t compare. She missed many things by being homeschooled.

Leaning against the railing, she bowed her head and took long, deep breaths to calm herself.

“Excuse me, miss.” Alana raised her gaze from the floor, expecting the male voice to be addressing another woman nearby.

Two men stood on the other side of the barrier facing her. One was a security guard who’d been standing at the front of the stage. The other was unfamiliar, dressed in jeans, a baseball cap and a white T-shirt which read “Reckless Beat Crew.”

The guard didn’t pay her any attention. He gazed over the crowd, skimming back and forth. The other man leaned close, the tip of his cap coming within inches of her face. She kept one eye on the burly man with the sullen temperament while she leaned back from the guy who continued to creep closer to her.

“Meet me backstage later?”

The deep voice whispered along her skin and her body hummed in appreciation. She turned her focus to the eyes shaded under the cap.

Mitchell Davies.

Her mouth opened to release a ragged breath and her brain refused to function beyond sending the instruction to stare. His face brightened with a smile and tiny laugh wrinkles appeared around his deep hazel eyes. On stage, under the bright lights, he was gorgeous. Up close he made her throat dry and her palms sweat. His smell even had her hooked, a mix of jasmine and sandalwood.

“Is that a yes?” He grinned.

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