Page 372 of Rock Me All Night
I shake my head.
"Nevermind. Do me a favor."
"Okay."
"Follow my lead."
Pete makes eye contact with Tom and nods goodbye. Then he slides his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
He leads me towards the door.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"You've got this look in your eyes, the same one your brother had whenever any guy talked to Kara. Like you're jealous enough to hit someone."
"I'm not jealous."
He offers his hand. "If you insist. But fifty bucks says this gets Tom to come running."
"Oh."
"Unless you'd rather watch him flirt."
"Okay. You're right. Let's... where are we going?"
"Doesn't matter."
He leads me through the now crowded backstage area. Mostly, it's the opening band and their entourage. Almost everyone stops Pete to say hello or ask for an autograph. It takes five minutes to go ten feet.
I'm about to slip through the crowd when an arm slides around my waist. It feels right, that arm. It's exactly where it belongs.
"Hey, kid. Where do you think you're going?" Tom asks.
Damn. That worked fast. So Pete isn't just handsome. He's smart too.
Unfortunately, my body insists on Tom. He's all that will do. God, does he feel good with his chest against my back, all that warmth of his torso sinking into my skin.
"It's almost midnight," I say. "I'm going to sleep."
"Don't think so. I've got an image to maintain."
Tom pulls me to a side door. He motions for his brother to follow.
We step outside. There's a perimeter set up around the club but there are a dozen fans waiting outside it. When they spot Tom, they scream with excitement.
Tom leans in close to whisper in my ear. "I can convince you."
"How?"
He slides his fingertips under my t-shirt and presses his palm against the small of my back. "Like this."
