Don't Close Your Eyes by Lynessa James Read Free Book Online Page B

definitely glad not to have missed out on checking this TDH out.  Johnny simply rolled his eyes and told us that he was all the eye candy we needed.  Love him!
    When it was about five minutes before they were to go on, I gathered the band's favorite drinks and brought them over, Kay and I deciding to test the handsome Mr. Keller by adding a Perfect Pour for him.  We sometimes did that with the hot men that came through here based on what kind of guy they looked like.  On occasion we played a game where the bartenders had me read people based on what drinks they ordered. 
    "Hey guys!  Jase, brought you two more Kamikazes.  Mel, Rusty, here's your beer, and Keane I didn't know what you wanted, but I figured you for a Johnnie Walker man?  It’s Blue Label, and here's some ice water to go with it.  Let me know if you would like something different, and I will be happy to get it for you.  Hey guys, same goes for the rest of you.  Holler if you need me," I smiled at all them, but made sure to catch Keane's eye as I turned on my heel. 
    "I need my kiss," Jase told me absently as he finished tuning his guitar.
    "Oh, you thought I forgot?" I teased with a roll of my eyes and a grin.  Jase argued that he had particularly good nights when I kissed him on the cheek before his shows.  Once, I was too busy, and he felt his performance had been subpar.  Tips were low for the whole band.  Personally, I blame the fact that it was a very slow night that night.  First week of off-season and all.   Since then, the whole band, along with Jase, of course, insisted on that superstitious kiss.  I didn't mind it too much for obvious reasons. 
    I walked to Jase's side, leaning in for his cheek.  At the last second he turned his face so that it landed smack on his lips, which opened just enough to pull at mine.  Oh!  Yum!  Holy hell!  I pulled away and smacked his arm as I wiped my mouth. "Seriously, Jase, talk about an elementary school move!  I can't believe I fell for that.  Shame, shame, shame, mister!" I waved my finger at him in playful disapproval.  The guys all chuckled while they buttoned up.
    He gave me that stupid grin, so there was no way I could be mad at him.  "Damn, Baby, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he high-fived Keane.  “How about we do it like that from now on!  What do ya say, guys?  Don’t you feel like tonight we might leave here wealthy men now?"  He looked back at the band, and they all heartily agreed.  When they noticed my raised eyebrow, they all had something else they needed to look at just then, scores of throats clearing.
    "Uh, huh, that’s what I thought.  Have fun, boys.  And, Jase, this better be your best night yet," I turned and smiled sweetly at Keane right before I walked away. 
    “Already is, Baby!” he called with a laugh.  I could hear their high-five as I made my way to a table for orders.  I just rolled my eyes and grinned like a school girl.  Pathetic.
    I am not that girl that pines for a man's attention.  You know, the one that deliberately attracts attention to herself in order for him to notice that others notice her, too?  Only tonight, that's exactly how I felt.  I am usually very good about ignoring the advances I get throughout my shifts, tonight I let myself absorb them.  When men flirted, I laughed and thanked them with a huge grin and that classic arm slap or flip of my hair.
    I admit, Jase was very much on tonight.  He was covering Stevie Ray Vaughan, Eric Clapton, and Jimi Hendrix, to name some of the biggies, and he was doing a fine job of it.  The dance floor in front of the stage was growing thick with couples, and there were several women who had made their way near the edge of the stage to get a close up view of that lead singer as they mingled animatedly with drinks in their hands, eager for the moment when he might possibly need to change shirts from sweating it out under the lights.  I went back around the bar to make some