Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (2 page)

The acidic look Brian shot at Sed could peel paint. “What? I’m not starting anything. These people al have
fuck
-king staring problems!”

True. They were staring. Most of them at Myrna now. Probably wondering how to best rescue her from
enemy
territory.

“Do you mind if I sit with you for a while?” Myrna asked, hoping to become less noticeable by sitting. She tucked the lock of hair that had escaped her hairclip behind her ear and smiled at Brian hopeful y. He stroked his eyebrow with his index finger as he contemplated her request. She knew what he must be thinking. Why would a stuffy-looking chick in a business suit request to sit with five rock stars?

Sed scooted over in the semi-circular booth and patted the empty expanse of forest green vinyl beside him. She tugged her gaze from Brian to look at Sed. Sed’s boy-next-door good looks contrasted his bad-boy, womanizing reputation. She didn’t fol ow the personal lives of the bands she admired, but even she knew Sed’s rep. His smile, complete with dimples, could ice a cake, which was likely why he covered it so rapidly with a scowl. A quick veil of indifference returned his cool status. Those darling dimples didn’t quite fit his image.

Myrna slid into the booth next to Sed, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt as she settled beside him.
Okay, I’m in. Now what?

“Are you some kind of business woman or something?” Sed leaned back to examine her professional attire.

Myrna didn’t mind his twice over. “Or something. Actual y, I’m a stuffed-shirt geek. A col ege professor here at the conference.”

“No shit?” She recognized the speaker, who sat across from her, as Eric Sticks, the band’s drummer. “If I’d have known col ege professors were hot, I might have considered an education.”

Myrna laughed. She glanced up at Brian who stil leaned against the booth next to Eric’s right shoulder. Her heart gave a painful throb. God, he was gorgeous. “Would you like to sit down, Brian?”

Myrna scooted closer to Sed, her knee settling against his beneath the table. Brian col apsed on the seat beside her, lodging her between two of the sexiest and most talented musicians in the business. She’d died and gone to heaven.
Play it cool, Myrna. If you
start spazzing out like a fan girl, they’ll tell you to get lost.
And she certainly didn’t want that.

Brian leaned forward and rested his forehead on the table with a groan. It took al of Myrna’s concentration not to offer a soothing touch. She knew who he was, but he didn’t know her from Adam. Wel , hopeful y, he could tel her from
Adam
, but, uh…

She took a deep breath to col ect her scattered thoughts and forced her attention to Eric. She could look at him without getting al giddy, but found she couldn’t stop staring at his insane hairstyle—half-long, a center strip of short spikes, the rest various lengths and just plain strange. A crimson, finger-thick lock curled around the side of his neck.
Rock star hair.
She stifled an excited giggle.

“So what do you teach?” Eric took a sip of his beer, his pale blue eyes never leaving her face. Wel , maybe he checked out her chest a little, but he mostly kept his gaze above her neck.

Myrna winced at his question and lowered her eyes to the table. Any chance of her earning their respect would evaporate the moment she revealed what subject she taught. “Do I have to say?”

“Come on.”

She sighed heavily. “Human Sexuality.”

Eric sputtered in his beer. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck me.”

“Wel , yeah, I guess that is my subject matter,” Myrna said, with a crooked grin.

The guys laughed. Except for Brian. Unmoving, his head stil rested on the table in front of him. Had he lost consciousness?

Wasted
didn’t come close to describing his current condition.

“Is he okay?” Myrna asked.

“Yeah, he’s just a little fucked up,” Eric said.

“He’s a lot fucked up,” said Trey Mil s, the band’s rhythm guitarist, who lounged in the booth next to Eric.

“Shut up,” Brian murmured. He turned his head to look up at Myrna. He held one eye closed as he tried to focus on her. She had an inexplicable urge to straighten his tousled, jet-black hair, which fel just below col ar-length and stuck out at odd angles al over his head. “What’s your name, Professor Sex?”

She smiled. Maybe he was interested. “Myrna.”

He chuckled. “That’s an old lady’s name.”

Or… maybe he wasn’t. She hoped she hid her disappointment wel .

Sed reached behind Myrna and slapped Brian on the back for his insult. Brian didn’t even flinch. He most certainly wasn’t feeling any pain.

Myrna shrugged. “He’s right. I was named after my great-grandmother. She qualifies as an old lady.”

Brian turned his head so his forehead rested against the table again. He swal owed several times. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Eric, take him to the bathroom,” Sed said. “The last thing we need is a table covered in Sinclair puke.”

Eric groaned. “I want to stay and talk to the pretty lady. Nothing but the same boring dudes at this table al night.” Despite his protests, Eric slid from his end of the bench and hauled Brian to his feet.

“I’l stil be here when you get back,” Myrna promised.

“Buy her a drink, Sed. Or, since they’re al on you tonight, buy her two.” Eric looped Brian’s arm around his shoulders and walked his staggering friend toward the bathroom.

Myrna watched them go, her appreciative eyes on Brian’s perfect, black-denim-encased ass.

“Don’t hold it against him, Myr. He’s not usual y like this. He just… uh… got out of a relationship,” Sed said.

Trey rol ed his eyes and shook his head. “Yeah, you might say that.”

“Not sure why this keeps happening to him.” Jace Seymour, the bassist, massaged the silver hoop earring in his earlobe. He was the only blond in the group—bleached, if his dark brows and beard stubble were any indication. The smal est member of the band, he had a James Dean tough guy thing going on. Probably trying to understate his natural cuteness. Myrna just wanted to squeeze him.

“Dude gets dumped more than any guy I know.” Trey just looked damned sexy. Whenever his sultry bedroom eyes met Myrna’s, a tingle settled at the base of her spine.

“That’s because he’s a fucking retard when it comes to women.” Sed ran a hand over his shorn, black hair. “He fal s for these bimbos one right after another. He’l never learn.”

“Or maybe his problem is that
someone
keeps fucking things up for him,” Trey said. “Just a thought.”

“That bitch wasn’t worth his time. Brian’s way too good for her,” Sed growled.

Myrna looked from one man to the next. There was something more to this story than they were saying aloud. Or maybe…

“Brian’s a hopeless romantic, isn’t he?”

Sed leaned close to her ear. “Shhh. That’s a secret.”

A thril raced up the side of her neck. She turned her head and found Sed’s nose less than an inch from hers. She could see the fringes of his lashes just behind the mirrored surfaces of his shades. Finding it disconcerting to be stared down by a guy in sunglasses, she reached up and slid his eyewear down his nose. She’d like to think it was better to look him in the eye, but his probing blue-eyed gaze made her heart go pitter pat. He grinned, undoubtedly aware of the affect he had on women.

Sed lifted his arm in the air to signal the cocktail waitress. “What’s your poison, Myrna?”

“Just water for me.”

“Don’t you need something stronger to loosen up a little?” Cocking an eyebrow at her, his eyes scanned her conservative suit.

“Total y unnecessary. I’m always loose.”

“You don’t look loose.” He fingered the top button of her jacket. It just happened to be situated directly between her breasts. This guy was trouble with a capital T.

Must. Avoid. Hot. Vocalist.

“Looks can be deceiving.” She twisted away from him to look up at the waitress and break the contact between their knees.

Sed chuckled. “Somehow, I believe that in your case.” To the waitress, he said, “Two waters, please.”

“Oh, I just need one.”

“The other one is for Brian.”

Myrna flushed. “Of course.”

The waitress set a glass of water before her. Myrna gazed towards the men’s restroom and hoped Brian would be okay. He hadn’t looked wel at al . And she’d much rather concentrate on him instead of Mr. Player here, who was currently rubbing his knuckles against the side of her knee. When his fingers found their way under the hem of her skirt, her eyes widened and she shifted sideways a few more inches. Trey looked safe lounging across from her, sucking on his red lol ipop. Maybe she should move to the other side of the table. She lifted her glass of water to her mouth.

Sed squeezed her knee. Myrna choked and reached beneath the table to remove his hand from her leg. Undeterred, he leaned closer. She got the feeling this guy wasn’t used to being rejected.

“Would you like to go upstairs with me?” Sed whispered into her ear, his nose brushing against the side of her neck as he lowered his head.

“Uh…”

Brian flushed the toilet and leaned against the stal door. He pressed the back of his wrist against his mouth and swal owed several times to fight his nausea.

No good.

He rushed forward and vomited into the toilet again. One day he would learn the limit of his alcohol tolerance. Apparently, today wasn’t the day.

“Dude, do you need me to hold your hair for you?” Eric cal ed from outside the stal . He snickered.

“Fuck you,” Brian gasped, and threw up again.

“That’s a lot of perfectly good beer you’re wasting.”

“If you want it, come get it.”

Brian leaned against the cool, metal partition and flushed the toilet with his foot. He stood there for a moment and final y decided he felt wel enough come out of the stal .

Eric looked at him hopeful y. “Better?”

Brian nodded slightly.

“You’ve gotta stop letting chicks get to you.”

Tel him something he didn’t know.

Brian moved to the sink and rinsed his mouth with water several times before glancing in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes. Pale and waxy skin. He ran a hand over his slack face. “God, I look like shit.”

“I don’t notice any difference.”

Brian held up the three centermost fingers of his right hand. “Read between the lines, asshole.”

Eric looked more puzzled than usual. “I never learned to read.”

“Here, let me help you.” Brian bent his ring finger and index finger down, leaving his middle finger extended. “Do you know sign language?”

“Nope. Sorry.” Eric punched him in the arm, thumbed his nose, and punched him again. Brian knew he’d feel those in the morning. Eric never held back in his blows. “You ready to go back? You sure made an ass of yourself in front of that classy babe.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” Luckily, Brian probably wouldn’t remember any of it tomorrow.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

“What’s your rush?” Brian asked.

“How often do you get to hang out with a sophisticated sexpot like her?”

“Besides last night when I boned your mom?”

“Dude, if I had a mom, I might take offense.”

Brian scowled. Why had he said that? Being drunk was no excuse. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean…” He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands. “Fuck.”

“If we don’t hurry back, Sed wil be al over that sweet piece of ass.”

Brian splashed some cool water on his face. “Yeah, so what’s new?” Sed was al over
every
sweet piece of ass.

“It’s total y unfair. Sed gets al the pussy.”

Al of them did fine with that. Couldn’t complain. Actual y, it would do Brian good to lay off the pussy for a while. “We al get plenty.”

“But Sed gets al the
good
pussy. This is Certified Grade A pussy we’re talking about, Be-Rye. He’s probably already got her on her back with her ankles around his neck.” He tilted his head back and did his best chick-getting-laid-by-Sed impression. “Oh Sed.

Yes. Yes. Sed. Ohhhh!”

Brian rol ed his eyes and shook his head. “You’re an ass, Eric. You know that?”

“I’d like a piece of ass. I do know that. Hurry the fuck up or I’m going back without you.”

Brian dried his face on a paper towel and headed for the bathroom exit. “Al right then, let’s go get you some Certified Grade A pussy.” He clapped Eric on the back, walking without any assistance now. Eric had no chance with Myrna if Sed had his sights on her. But hey, a guy could dream.

When they reached the table, Brian found Myrna sitting demurely next to Sed. Al her clothes were stil in place. Sed’s hand wasn’t up her skirt. They weren’t even making out. In fact, they were talking and laughing. Even Jace, who said fewer than five words in the average day, chatted quietly with the Certified Grade A Sex Professor. When Brian’s shadow crossed her face, Myrna glanced up at him and smiled brightly. She had a great smile, flashing perfect, white teeth between soft, kissable lips.

“Are you feeling better?” She looked him over with genuine concern.

Don’t do that,
he thought.
I’m still trying to get over what’s-her-face. Angie. Yeah. I’m trying to get over Angie.

Brian glanced at Sed, who avoided his accusatory glare by finding Jace uncommonly interesting.

Angie…
Brian’s heart panged unpleasantly and he clenched his fist.

That fucking slut.

“Yeah, I feel a little better,” he said to Myrna.

“He blew chunks,” Eric found necessary to inform everyone.

Myrna patted the seat next to her, which apparently signaled Eric to shove Brian out of the way so he could sit next to her. She laughed and hugged Eric’s arm. “Thanks for taking care of Brian.”

Eric beamed. “Hey, no problem. That’s what friends are for.”

Fuckhead.

Brian took a seat next to Trey, who lounged on the bench across from Myrna with a lol ipop stick protruding from his mouth. Trey had to be the only guy on earth who could make sucking on a lol ipop look cool. He’d given up smoking a few months ago, but stil needed something in his mouth at al times. His dentist made a kil ing.