“I was kidding,” Silver said, albeit with a grin still underlining his voice as he patted her head. “Come on, off we go.”
Silver was usually a touchy-feely kind of guy, but with the younger girl he was careful about the boundaries, knowing Bree wasn’t comfortable about getting too close.
“Here, Bree,” he said, knowing she would have a harder time seeing with most of the lights already switched off.
Silver turned to check on Bree over his shoulder and saw her following him – to the wrong door. She squinted at the door, where the word BACKSTAGE was written.
He opened his mouth to call her back—-
Bree opened the door.
—-and decided to shut up, a smile playing on his lips. Little Bree needed an adventure to shake things up a little bit in her life, and this would be the perfect way to get it.
He followed her inside quietly, shaking his head in warning when one of the lackeys stationed at the inner hallway was about to reprimand Bree for trespassing.
The other guy quickly shut up, as he should.
After all, he was Silver March, and this was his town.
THIRD time should be the charm, Bree thought, face still red at what had happened when she had opened two wrong doors. She didn’t know what those rooms were, but they definitely weren’t the ladies’ rooms – or if they were, then they were fully occupied.
The sounds the couples had been making in those rooms, followed by the outraged shrieks of the girls – Bree didn’t need glasses to figure out what they had been doing.
She knocked on the door, waited for someone to freak out from the inside, and breathed a sigh of relief when no one answered.
Finally!
DYLAN RAISED A BROW when someone knocked on the door and turned the knob without waiting for him to answer. He had specifically told Andy to keep everyone away while he rested, so what was this? Had another groupie bribed Andy to look the other way?
As the door opened completely, he started to snap at the intruder but found himself shocked instead when a young girl came in and immediately bumped into the shoulder-high shelf to her right.
“Ouch!”
Dylan barely managed to keep himself from laughing.
She turned to the other side and bumped into another shelf. “Oww!”
Dylan slowly and firmly pressed his lips together.
This time she raised her hands mid-air and started groping her way forward, like someone playacting as a ghost.
If she continued without turning, she would bump into him directly, Dylan mused.
Should he step out of her way?
He didn’t even have to think about it.
Not a fucking chance.
This was just too good to pass up.
The girl continued taking baby steps towards his direction. She had a serious look on her tiny heart-shaped face and for some reason, it made her adorably cute in his eyes. Unlike most girls her age, whose fashion sense bordered on either too slutty or too colorful, this one looked very...sweet and fun, with her striped collared blouse and swirly black skirt that fell just an inch above her knees.
She wasn’t the most stunning girl he had seen, but she was certainly the most...interesting.
Bree froze when her hands came into contact with what was definitely not something that was supposed to exist in the ladies’ room.
Was this for real?
She moved her fingers tentatively, wondering if she had perhaps imagined wrong for whatever reason.
Bree whitened when reality reasserted itself.
No. She had not imagined wrong.
This was a guy’s naked chest she was groping like a nympho.
She let out an embarrassed little squeak, backing away in panic, and found herself falling backwards when she tripped on her own feet.
“Whoa.” Dylan caught the girl in time, the movement forcing him to clutch her body close.
She let out another squeak, softer but with greater feeling, like someone close to literally dying with embarrassment.
It made Dylan grin as he slowly helped her back to her feet. “You okay?”
She nodded and frowned at the same time. The voice sounded familiar. Somewhat older, too. Maybe one of the maintenance guys?
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I can’t see where I’m going. I, umm, forgot my glasses.”
Sure she did, Dylan thought, grin widening.
“So, umm, where’s the ladies’ room?”
“I’ll guide you,” he said as he took her hand without waiting for an answer. It felt soft and small in his own, which was callused because of sports and music combined.
His touch was...hot. The thought made her uncomfortable and even more self-conscious. This was so not her, crushing on an older man and one – since Bree was a student and he was obviously employed by the school – she wasn’t even allowed to like. A lot of girls she knew were attracted to the idea of dating someone forbidden, but Bree had never been that kind of girl.
She heard him open the door for her. “You can go in now,” he told her gently.