Perfect For Me: Road To Whatever (Perfect for Me #1)(7)

Rage is great as the lead singer. His voice is awesome, a raspy, gravelly, soulful mix and watching him is not hard on the eyes either. He has this smile he gets when he sings that could absolutely have every girl in this place dropping their panties. I stun myself when that thought gives me a ping of jealousy.

Rage is as handsome as Chris but Rage is so much more the bad boy. Power and pure male confidence rolls off of him. His whole persona screams bad boy. Unlike Rage, Chris is all lean and sexy model with a sexy boyish charm. Rage is huge, hot and all male sexy yumminess.

It was hot watching his muscles play as he strummed his guitar. I sighed to myself when he said goodnight to the crowd and turned to head off stage. I lick my lips at the sight of his tight backside in his snug jeans that play all sorts of happy games low on his waist. What has come over you Kelly? Rage is totally off limits and so not your type.

I snort to myself, what is my type? It isn’t Linc, it had once been Kyle Williams until he started dating Melissa Richards. I thought it was Chris Chaney for a brief crush. Now I’m not sure I will ever have a type or a relationship for that matter. I don’t think I can ever go there.

An arm squeezing my shoulder brings me back to the bar. Chris is looking down at me with a huge grin. It reminds me of when he would smile at me for playing a new song well that he had just taught me. The memory hits hard and I reach up to hug him tight.

“You were great Kitten. Just like old times,” Chris croons in my ear.

“When you two finish I have a few questions for Kitty,” Rage says dryly. He is narrowing his eyes at Chris.

“What would you like to know,” I chirp.

Rage searches my face then leans into Mitch and whispers something in his ear. Mitch looks at Rage for a moment then nods and gets up from the seat next to Rage and comes to stand by me. Rage looks toward the seat now vacant next to him and nods me over.

I get up with my fresh beer and walk over to hop up on the seat next to him. Rage’s eyes appraise me from head to toe as I look up at him. He places a hand on the back of my stool and leans toward me.

“Why a rock band, Kitty,” he says in my ear, so close his lips brush it. I try to ignore the shiver that goes up my spine. His breath smells of something sweet, minty, and beer and is warm against my skin.

“I love all types of music.” I say softly as I lean into the ear he offers. “But I…um I used to spend a lot of time around bands and different entertainers, rock bands were just something I had in common with my friends.” I shrug hoping he doesn’t ask me to elaborate.

Rage thinks about my answer and nods. He leans into my ear again, “Name three of your all-time favorites.” It is not lost on me that his lips brush my ear again. I stare at them for a moment as he pulls away. He has a hint of a smile at the corners of his full pouty mouth. His lips are perfect; they make me think about what Mandy had said the other day when we were shopping.

She was trying to find a gloss with a lip plumper and she complained that her brothers had lips any girl would die for. “Kitty this is so unfair,” she whined at the counter popping her lips in the mirror. “Rage and Crush have the sexy pouty thing going on. Any girl would die to have Rage’s lips and I get stuck with the missing mouth syndrome.” I laughed so hard that day my ribs hurt. It made me so happy I had her back in my life.

But God does she have a point. Rage’s lips are perfect and so are the long lashes that frame his gray eyes. His eyes seem like they could pluck my thoughts right out of my head.

“Umm…if you mean all-time rock, Zeppelin, The Police, Bob Marley and the Wailers. Don’t judge me. That is a loaded question and too limited a list.”

Rage’s lips twitch and he sits back to study me while taking a swig of his beer. His eyes travel up and down me resting on my corseted breasts for a beat longer than a friendly appraisal would allow and landing on my lips for much longer as he seems to let his thoughts gather. I watch him inhale deeply before he comes forward to whisper in my ear again.

“Why True Life, Kitty,” he breathes against my ear. This time as his breath warms the side of my face, his lips brush like a soft kiss behind my ear and I squirm in my seat a little.

“I think it is a great opportunity,” I pause to sip my beer. I really, really want this and I’m not sure what is with the way Rage is interviewing. I feel more like a potential hook up than a potential band member.

I can’t mess this up by getting my signals crossed. Mandy is always telling me about the guys and their conquests after a gig. From what I have heard Rage is into fake breasts and blondes. I have neither so I need to get my hormones in check before I blow this.

I clear my throat and continue. “Chris, um, Crush and I have chemistry. I mean with music, he and I used to write together. It felt good to be on stage with him. You guys are great without me but I think we all can be great together.”

Rage frowns this time when he takes my answer in. He looks over at Chris and narrows his eyes. Rage finishes off his beer and signals for the waitress.

“You want another,” he asks.

“Please,” I reply with a small smile.

He gives the waitress our order then turns his attention back to me. He is posing to lean in for his next question when a tall blonde walks up beside him. She places a hand on his chest and whispers something in his ear. I can smell her sickly sweet floral perfume from here. Rage looks annoyed as he reaches under the table and places a hand on my knee to keep me in place while he whispers something back to her.