Page 11 of Meant To Be - Irresistible Bachelors

As I run my fingers through my hair, I stop and stare at my reflection. I’m a great-looking guy, and I look ten years younger than what I really am, but the fact of the matter is, I’m thirty-five years old. That sweet girl is young and innocent, while I’m a wild, aging rock star. I must be crazy to think she’d ever be into a guy like me.

She’s got her whole career ahead of her, while I’m trying to make a comeback. Most of the fans in the audience tonight are hers, and she’s had three platinum-selling records. She’s in the peak of her career, so I doubt she’s looking for love. I know I sure as hell wasn’t when I was sitting on top of the world.

I can’t ruin her reputation with rumors of a romance between her and a rock and roll legend twice her age. I should stay away from her and keep things professional between us; it’s the right thing to do. My mind is telling me to keep my distance from her, but something in my heart makes me want to hold her one last time and stare deep into her eyes.

I don’t know if I can resist her for two long months. Seeing her beautiful face every day but never being able to kiss those soft lips will be torture. I’m an alpha male. I always go after what I want, and what I want most right now is her. I can’t get her out of my head, and I don’t think I want to.

I need some more time alone with her, away from the hustle and bustle of tour life. I want to get to know her, all of her, the real her. Not the Nikki Minx the rest of the world knows but the woman behind her pop star persona. She isn’t stuck-up like most divas; she has kind eyes and a warm vibe about her.

Those damn eyes remind me of the sweetest cinnamon rolls. It took everything inside of me to not kiss her luscious lips as I stared into them. She has no idea what she’s done to me. I’m lusting after her, and even though I know it’s wrong, I have to have her. There’s no way I’m going to make it two months without kissing her at least once. I don’t think I’ll even make it to the end of tonight without pressing my lips against hers.

I put my leather jacket on and flip the collar up, then take one last look in the mirror before I swing my guitar around my head. As I step out of my dressing room, I can already hear the low roar of the crowd. It excites me; it feels like I’ve just had something injected into my veins. Memories flood my mind as I strut down the hallway. I forgot how much I used to love to perform. The closer I get to the stage, the more alive I feel. This feeling is one that I’ve missed with all my heart.

I reach the stage, and there she is, standing there looking flawless. Our eyes meet, and I can feel my body being pulled toward hers. I try to play it cool, but her eyes are driving my heart wild. That bodysuit clings to her curves, making me want her more and more. I quickly look away because I’m starting to get aroused again.

My heart races as I try to avoid looking at her. Why does she have to be so damn beautiful? God, I just wish that I could hold her in my arms right now. Being in her atmosphere is driving me insane, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I sneak another glimpse, and just as I do, she walks toward me. Here she comes. She saunters over, her hips swaying with every step she takes. She’s got to know the power she has over me right now. I’m caught in her trance, but for some strange reason, I don’t want to break free.

“It’s almost show time,” she says with a wide grin.

That smile alone makes my heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve performed,” I reply.

“Are you nervous?” she asks.

“A little bit,” I admit.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

Her eyes twinkle in the stage lights.

“Thanks.”

I try my hardest not to pull her in closely and kiss her intensely. The kind of kiss I want to give her would make her knees buckle, and I would hate to throw her off her game before she goes on stage.

She flashes me one last grin, and then I watch as she walks away. She struts to the center of the stage as her backup dancers take their places behind her. I stand off to the side backstage as I watch her prepare to dazzle the audience. I’ve never seen her perform before, but I can tell she’s about to give one hell of a show.

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