What You Do To Me (Unexpected Love) (4 page)

“I wasn’
t really on stage with
Awakening
.
I was on the side of the stage in a chair. I think there is a difference.”

“No, Not really,
Abby,
you were on fucking
stage.
How
in the hell did you do it. Did you flash that killer smile and
shake
your booty like all the other hot little groupies?”

I hear
d
her
laughing.
She
knew
me well enough to know it would never happen
. “
No,
” I start
ed
to
respond.
“Dur
ing the meet and
greet,
the fact I was at the concert
alone
came up and then one of them asked me where I was sitting. After I told them the awesome seats you and Derek got
me, they didn’t want me to sit there alone. Something about me being crushed and mauled by the mosh pit that would form during the concert.”

“Crap, I didn’t think of that when we bought the tickets. I forgot that these guys aren’t like the bands I’m use
too.
You
have to like the heavy shit. In a way, I think I should be hearing a big ass thank you out of those little lips of yours.
Honestly,
if you think about it, I’m the reason you were on stage.”

I start
ed to
laugh;
she
would
think she was
the reason behind me being on stage. Not waiting for my
reply,
Lexi continued
to talk. “Don’t worry about
it.
I’m not making a big deal about it, but those pictures of you and
Awakening
better be on Facebook by the time my ass gets up in the morning.
FYI,
I will be up early
too,
because these chicks of yours have no clue on how to sleep in.”

“How are the
girls?
I miss them. Tell them I’ll call them in the morning.”


They’re
fine. They didn’t even notice that you
were
gone. Plus, you haven’t been away from them in
months,
Ab
b
s. This time away is good for all of you. Also, instead of you calling in the
morning,
how about I have them call you as soon as they drag my sorry ass out of bed?”

“Um, I guess you are
right. The
separation is good for
us,
so there is no need for them to call me early. I should give them a few more hours of separation and call when I get up.”

“Nice, but you deserve a sleep
-
in
day.
You’re
with them
non-stop and with summer
here,
you
won’t get
many
sleep
in
days.”

Lex
i and I sho
t the shit for
a few more minutes and she filled
me in on the adventures of the day.
I debate
d
whether to
go
home the next day or stay for the Tigers game as planned. A
fter listening to her lecture
me
on the importance of the list and reminding
her that the Tigers
weren’t
on the list
, i
t was
decided I would stay. I really could use another day to myself.

I hu
ng up with Lexi and order
ed
another drink. Lost in thought of how I got
t
here a
nd the events of the day, I felt
a hand on my shoulder. Without
thinking,
I jump
ed
and spill
ed
part of my drink
. “Seriously, what the fuck!”
That
managed
to slip out of my mouth before I turn
ed
around to see who was rude enough to
put their hands on me
.
I looked over my
shoulder, shooting
the asshole an an
noyed look. Shit, the asshole was
Alex.
Of
cou
rse it
was
,
just
my
luck. My pissed
off
face remained, but my breathing hitched
a bit
and I was hoping to hell he didn’t realize that
.

“Mu
st be my lucky
night,
” Alex said
,
with a wide smile from ear to
ear, of course
.

“Why is that? Did you find some twenty something year old to entertain you for
the night?” I hoped
like hell he
hadn’t
, but
then
w
ondered
why I should really care.
I
didn’t
know him at all and
would probably never
see him again.

“Actually, I found
you.
You
were
supposed to
wait afte
r the concert. I remember saying
I would see you after the show.”


Well,
you did see me after the show. You talked to me right before the encore, unless you forgot.”

“No, I didn’t forget, but the time before the encore isn’t the end of the show. So, why did you leave?”

“The show was
over.
I needed to get back to the hotel,
so
he
re I am.” Obviously
,
and why did
he really care?

He smiled
at me
again
, which made
me tingle
everywhere,
and I
do
mean everywhere.
Honestly,
I
couldn’t
even remember the
last time my body felt like
that.
I didn’t think it had ever reacted that
way to a smile. I need
ed
to calm down,
and
to stop
m
y body’s reaction to
him.
More than likely, it
was
simply
the whole rock star charm he was
waving over me
.
I need
ed to be stronger th
a
n his charm
at this moment. “Well, I was hoping to talk more with you.” Just then a group of girls, well not girls, twenty something year olds, walk
ed
up to
Alex
and asked
him
for a picture and
an
autograph. One of
the girls
wanted
it right on her chest. Alex
complied
and
chatted
with them for a few minutes. I turn
ed
away and finish
ed
my drink.
I grabbed
the bartender’s attention
and
I ask
ed for my tab.  Quickly, I paid
it, standing
so I could
leave
the bar
.

Alex grabbed
my hand
and
ask
ed
me to wait a minute. I look
ed
down at
his
hand, slightly annoyed and excited
by
having it
on mine. He excused
h
imself from the girls and stood
with me. “So, where are we going?”

“What
do you mean, where are we going?
We
are going nowhere,
but
I

m going back to my room, curling up with a book and open
ing a bottle of wine.” I wondered
to myself why I would give him
the complete list of what I planned on
doing. I could have simply said I was leaving.

Smiling agai
n
(
seriously who smiles that much
?)
Alex responded
to my statement. “Well, I was being honest when I said I wanted to talk more. Could I head up to the room with you and open the wine for you?”

“No,
that’s
not a good
idea.
First,
I don’t know
you.
Second,
I

m not a groupie
,
and
third,
I’m not sure what we have to talk about.”

“Well, if I remember
correctly,
we did the whole introduction
thing,
so I’m not really a stranger. I know you aren’t a groupie and
that’s
one of the reasons I wanted to talk with you. If talking in your room makes you uncomfortable, we can head to my suite. We won’t be alone,
because
my assistant
,
Sam
,
is there working and staying in one of the rooms.”

Just as I was
about to
respond,
two more girls approach
ed
for a
n autograph and picture. That was my chance for an escape and I quickly took it. I left
the bar area and head
ed
for the bank of elevator
s outside the lobby. Just as I was getting
on,
someone rushed
in
to the elevator with me. I looked up and saw
Alex
,
and I let out a
n
o
bviously loud sigh. Alex reached over and hit
a button to one of the floors. I start
ed
to reach to hit my floor, but Alex
stopped
my hand. “Wow, can’t say I’ve ever had someone rush off on me without a bye or goodnight.”

“Well, you seemed a little busy and I didn’t want to interrupt. It was just easier to head to my room.”

“Here’s the thing,
we’
re going to head to mine. Wait before you
protest.
Give
me
ten
minutes. If I make you uncomfortable at
all,
you can leave and I won’t stop you or follow you.”

Before I could even respond to what he had
said, the elevator doors open
ed and Alex stood
between the elevator door and the hall. I step
ped
out,
not really realizing what I was
doing. “Fine, but five
minutes;
you have five.”

He smiled and nodded
his head in agreement. We walk
ed
to his door where
a hotel security guy was standing. The security slid
a key into the key slot and let
us in
to the room. He looked
at us and
as we walked past, he
said,

Good
evening
.

When we got into the room, I was amazed at how large his suite was
and how much of a view he ha
d compared to mine
. All rooms
had
a view, but this one
wrapped
a third or mor
e around the hotel tower. He had
the view of Windsor, Ontario and the Bridge to Canada. No
t
thinking, I walk
ed
over t
o the wall
of
window
s
to gaze out at
Windsor at night all
lit
up.

“I thought you were coming
right up after the show?” I head a female voice calling out to him
. I quickly turn
ed around and saw
a woman exiting one of the rooms in the suite. Feeling uncomfor
table and not knowing who she was, I took
a step towards the d
oor to leave. Alex quickly
touched
my arm
on
the elbow.

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