Did he ditch you to get laid?”
Jesse chuckled softly. “Yeah, and he’s pissed at me because he thinks I blew it with that Greg guy.”
Evan took a drink of his Guinness, his eyes never leaving Jesse’s. “I wouldn’t worry about it. You should hear some of the stupid shit I’ve done and said. Greg doesn’t hold stuff like that against artists, especially artists with talent.”
“That’s good to know.”
Evan tapped his beer bottle against his thigh as he contemplated Jesse. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Jesse nodded quickly. “Yeah. I just have to load my equipment.”
Evan started for the door leading to the back of the bar. “I’ll help you.”
Jesse walked beside Evan, trying to control his smile from growing overly large. As it was, it took all his energy to keep from sprinting down the hall and jumping for joy in the air. Maybe Kenny thought this turned out to be a bad night, but he thought it just might be the best of his life.
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HAPTER
F
IVE
Jesse slammed the tailgate closed on his Ford Ranger pickup and leaned back against it, smiling at Evan standing in front of him. “Thanks so much for your help.”
“It was fun. I never got to do stuff like this when I was on the road. I had staff handle everything for me.”
“Well since you think it’s such a novelty, you’re more than welcome to help us set up and break down for every gig. You can be my first roadie. It’d be ironic, don’t you think? You striving to tend the needs of the next greatest singer in the world. It’s a level I bet not even you dared dream to achieve.”
Evan burst out laughing. “Not only are you a cocky little punk, but you’re delusional too!”
Jesse listened to Evan’s laugh, amazed even it sounded clear and musical. He found in his short time with Evan, the sight of his smile, the sound of his laugh, left him incapable of doing anything but the same, and he couldn’t help but study every move Evan made. He wasn’t used to being around another guy who he felt was more attractive than himself. Having watched Evan’s videos, read articles and interviews about him, he always thought Evan was beyond beautiful. Now standing close him, able to see each of his exquisite and refined features, he saw Evan was more stunning than all the cameras and photographs allowed for.
Jesse’s mind drifted back to Evan’s comment. “There’re no delusions about it. I will be the next greatest performer to take the stage.”
“Then I guess you don’t need any tips from me since you’re so confident.”
Jesse laid his hand on Evan’s arm. “No, I do need tips from you.”
Evan looked at Jesse’s hand.
Jesse eased his hand back and lowered his eyes. Now that was stupid. Just because he’d give his sunburst Strat to have Evan touch him, it didn’t mean Evan felt the same way. Sure, when they were loading the equipment he thought he caught some flirtatious comments or looks from Evan, but he couldn’t be sure if it was real, or if his wishful mind made him see hints that weren’t there.
From what he knew of Evan’s personal life, which Evan had guarded fiercely from the media, a different woman decorated his arm for every award show. Models, actresses, female musicians, Evan was used to being in the company of the most gorgeous women in the world. The last thing he’d want would be a male wannabe superstar drooling all over him. He needed to make himself realize that and calm down.
Jesse lifted his eyes to Evan’s. His breath stopped at the way Evan looked at him. People often admired him with the desire to have him, but Evan’s gaze held a heated carnality like he’d never seen in anyone before. His eyes, so intense, spoke a silent secret that made Jesse’s heart drum a beat of attraction in harmony to the pulsing rhythm in his groin. A light breeze lifted, bringing the scent of Evan’s cologne to him.
Without thinking, he blurted out, “What kind of cologne do you wear?”
Evan shifted closer to
Jesse chuckled softly. “Yeah, and he’s pissed at me because he thinks I blew it with that Greg guy.”
Evan took a drink of his Guinness, his eyes never leaving Jesse’s. “I wouldn’t worry about it. You should hear some of the stupid shit I’ve done and said. Greg doesn’t hold stuff like that against artists, especially artists with talent.”
“That’s good to know.”
Evan tapped his beer bottle against his thigh as he contemplated Jesse. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Jesse nodded quickly. “Yeah. I just have to load my equipment.”
Evan started for the door leading to the back of the bar. “I’ll help you.”
Jesse walked beside Evan, trying to control his smile from growing overly large. As it was, it took all his energy to keep from sprinting down the hall and jumping for joy in the air. Maybe Kenny thought this turned out to be a bad night, but he thought it just might be the best of his life.
C
HAPTER
F
IVE
Jesse slammed the tailgate closed on his Ford Ranger pickup and leaned back against it, smiling at Evan standing in front of him. “Thanks so much for your help.”
“It was fun. I never got to do stuff like this when I was on the road. I had staff handle everything for me.”
“Well since you think it’s such a novelty, you’re more than welcome to help us set up and break down for every gig. You can be my first roadie. It’d be ironic, don’t you think? You striving to tend the needs of the next greatest singer in the world. It’s a level I bet not even you dared dream to achieve.”
Evan burst out laughing. “Not only are you a cocky little punk, but you’re delusional too!”
Jesse listened to Evan’s laugh, amazed even it sounded clear and musical. He found in his short time with Evan, the sight of his smile, the sound of his laugh, left him incapable of doing anything but the same, and he couldn’t help but study every move Evan made. He wasn’t used to being around another guy who he felt was more attractive than himself. Having watched Evan’s videos, read articles and interviews about him, he always thought Evan was beyond beautiful. Now standing close him, able to see each of his exquisite and refined features, he saw Evan was more stunning than all the cameras and photographs allowed for.
Jesse’s mind drifted back to Evan’s comment. “There’re no delusions about it. I will be the next greatest performer to take the stage.”
“Then I guess you don’t need any tips from me since you’re so confident.”
Jesse laid his hand on Evan’s arm. “No, I do need tips from you.”
Evan looked at Jesse’s hand.
Jesse eased his hand back and lowered his eyes. Now that was stupid. Just because he’d give his sunburst Strat to have Evan touch him, it didn’t mean Evan felt the same way. Sure, when they were loading the equipment he thought he caught some flirtatious comments or looks from Evan, but he couldn’t be sure if it was real, or if his wishful mind made him see hints that weren’t there.
From what he knew of Evan’s personal life, which Evan had guarded fiercely from the media, a different woman decorated his arm for every award show. Models, actresses, female musicians, Evan was used to being in the company of the most gorgeous women in the world. The last thing he’d want would be a male wannabe superstar drooling all over him. He needed to make himself realize that and calm down.
Jesse lifted his eyes to Evan’s. His breath stopped at the way Evan looked at him. People often admired him with the desire to have him, but Evan’s gaze held a heated carnality like he’d never seen in anyone before. His eyes, so intense, spoke a silent secret that made Jesse’s heart drum a beat of attraction in harmony to the pulsing rhythm in his groin. A light breeze lifted, bringing the scent of Evan’s cologne to him.
Without thinking, he blurted out, “What kind of cologne do you wear?”
Evan shifted closer to
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