Page 15 of Meant To Be - Irresistible Bachelors

Last night, I had a dream that he held me tightly in his arms and kissed me passionately on stage in front of everyone in the audience. They cheered and applauded the love we shared as we locked lips. I was devastated when I woke up and realized that it was all just a dream. I touched my lips and wished that it was real, but it wasn’t. It was just my mind playing tricks on me.

Our schedule was so tight today that I barely had any time to speak to him. We crossed paths a few times, but none of them were long enough for us to exchange anything other than hellos. We haven’t had a moment alone together since I stumbled in on him in his dressing room. I’d give anything just to have a few seconds of his time away from everyone.

A sigh slips from my lips as I lie here wishing he was holding me in his arms right now. If I feel this way after two days, I can only imagine how the next two months are going to go. I have to find a way to get him out of my head. If I don’t, I’ll be head over heels in love with him by the end of this tour.

A knock at the door startles me, and I open my eyes as I sit up. I’m so exhausted after tonight’s concert that I almost fell asleep on the suede couch. Yawning as I stand, I stretch and then walk to the door. It must be the Evian I ordered a few minutes ago. It arrived pretty fast, but I’m not complaining. My throat feels dry, and I’m craving my favorite water right about now.

“Coming,” I respond as I approach the door and pull it open.

Gasping, I stare at Leo standing in the doorway. What is he doing here? It’s like my thoughts conjured him. I glance behind him to see if Rocky is anywhere in sight, but no, Leo came here alone.

What could he want? Did he notice the way I stared at him when he was on stage? Maybe he can sense the way I feel about him? Whatever the case may be, he’s standing here at my dressing room door, and he looks incredibly sexy. He’s making it extremely hard for me to resist him.

The tight black T-shirt he’s wearing clings to his torso and shows off his washboard abs and his massive pecs. His jeans hug his long, muscular legs, and I can see the outline of his thick shaft through the tight denim.

He smirks at me as I stand here speechless. I can’t get any words out. His sexiness has made it impossible for me to speak. Instead, I just keep staring at him. He smells divine, and there are droplets of water in his hair. He must’ve taken a shower right after the concert. I get hot all over as dirty thoughts race through my mind. I shouldn’t be thinking of him in this way, but I can’t help it – he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asks.

“Yes, sorry,” I stammer. “Come right in.”

I step aside to let him in. As he walks past me, I catch another whiff of his intoxicating scent. He smells absolutely heavenly. I close the door behind him and try not to look as nervous as I really am.

“You did great tonight,” I blurt out.

“Thank you,” he says, still wearing his sexy smirk.

Deep inside, I wish that was all he was wearing. He looks amazing in that T-shirt, but I’d love to see him without it on.

“Do you want to have a seat?” I ask as I motion toward the couch.

“Yeah, sure,” he says as he takes a seat.

“I’d offer you something to drink, but I’m still waiting for someone to bring me water,” I continue, trying to remember my manners.

“It’s fine, I’m not thirsty.” He stares up at me. “Are you going to sit?”

“Yes, of course.”

I nervously sit down next him. The room is silent for a bit, and I’m certain he can hear my heart pounding in my chest. He stares into my eyes as he moves in closer to me. I can’t take it; my body is yearning for his touch.

“You were amazing on stage tonight,” he remarks. “A natural.”

“Really? I didn’t know you were watching my set,” I smile.

I hoped that he was, but I wasn’t sure.

“Of course I was. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You really know how to put on a show.”

I look away as I try to hide my blushing cheeks, overcome both by his presence and by his praise.

“Thank you,” I reply softly.

“I wanted to stop by and thank you again for bringing me on tour with you. It feels great to be back on stage again. I had forgotten how much I love to perform,” he admits.

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