Page 2 of An Affair In Paris (Fallen Angel 3.5)

As I came to a stop at the edge of the crowd, Jagger got to his feet, excusing himself from the others to greet me. His hands were warm as they reached for mine, and when he pulled me into a hug, I could feel every hard muscle of his chest pressing against my front. And dear God, he not only felt good, but he smelled fucking amazing. No wonder he had a revolving bedroom door. What hot-blooded woman could resist such a delicious package? And yet here I was, forced to stay in the friend zone.

Really, Halo. Couldn’t you have hooked up with a band whose members were a little less sexy?

“Well, if it isn’t our favorite girl in the world,” Jagger said, and pressed a friendly, quick kiss to my cheek.

“Woman,” I said, as he straightened up and squeezed his hands around mine. “I’m a woman, not a little girl. Just in case you hadn’t noticed.”

I had to give him credit: Jagger’s eyes stayed firmly locked on mine, which had to be a feat, considering the neckline of my dress plunged all the way to the bottom of my breastbone, proclaiming loud and clear just how much of a woman I really was.

But that didn’t stop the arrogant smirk that tipped up the corner of his lips. “Trust me, it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to notice.”

I was about to let him know that I wouldn’t tell Halo if he didn’t, because damn, what would it be like to have Jagger’s full on the hunt mode directed my way? But before I could get the words out, I heard a low whistle from over his shoulder and saw Slade getting to his feet.

Sweet Jesus. He sure takes your breath away, doesn’t he? I’d once told Halo that Slade came off as the most intimidating out of the guys with his tattoos, badass mohawk, and intimidating height and muscles, but the rumor had always been he was the most sensitive of the bunch, and upon meeting him, it had been quickly confirmed.

As he stepped up behind Jagger, Slade gave me an appreciative once-over that had my thighs clenching, and when those slate-grey eyes came back up to meet mine, he flashed me a grin that was right on the wrong side of trouble.

“Damn, Im. You look smokin’ hot tonight.”

Now that was what I was talking about. My glossy lips curved at the compliment, and I might’ve straightened my shoulders a little to give him an even better look, which Slade took full advantage of.

Jagger was quick to punch him in the shoulder, a look passing between the two before they returned their attention back to me, and this time I noted Slade’s eyes were on my face. Dammit.

“Halo told us you were getting in tonight,” Jagger said as he moved aside and gestured toward the bar where they’d been sitting. “But we figured we wouldn’t see you until the morning. You want to join us?”

I pursed my lips as I eyed the crowd of onlookers watching the three of us, no doubt wondering who I was and why I suddenly had the attention of the two rock stars they’d all been fawning all over. “Well, I don’t want to break up your little love-fest over there.”

Slade snorted as he reached back to grab two glasses that were half-full of amber liquid, and handed one to Jagger. “Nah, we were getting ready to bounce anyway. Too many people.”

“He’s right. But before we go…” Jagger glanced over toward the more private booths of the bar. “Why don’t you let us get you something to kick-start your night? What would you like?”

“Hmm, how about a dirty martini?”

Jagger nodded. “You got it. Why don’t you go with Slade somewhere more private? I’ll meet you two over there.”

Slade stepped past Jagger and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, and when he leaned in to say against my ear, “Yeah. I’ll protect you from any Frenchmen trying to get too friendly,” a shiver raced up my spine.

This was as close as I could ever remember being to the insanely hot drummer of Fallen Angel, and I was starting to understand why. Between him and Jagger, the two straight members of this band were currently wreaking havoc on my equilibrium.

Trying to play it cool, I turned my head until our lips were but a whisper away from each other, and flashed what I hoped was a provocative smile.

“Aww, but maybe I came out tonight hoping to make friends…” I slicked my tongue over my painted lips, and when Slade’s eyes fell to them, I added, “Really, really good friends with someone.”

One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. I swore I could feel the heat radiating from Slade’s scorching stare, before he muttered, “Fuck me,” and raised his eyes to mine. “Behave yourself, sweetheart.”

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