He saw her sitting amongst the crowd, holding her book and a flashlight. How could she read in all this noise? And why in the h*** would she come to one of their concerts to pick up a book?
He spun his drum stick and decided he was going to get her attention anyway he knew how. Playing with only one hand, he aimed the instrument and pitched it her way. This was one time six years of baseball was going to pay off.
He watched as it hit her legs and landed in her lap. As others went crazy, she, on the other hand, laid her new gift to the side, allowing the person next to her an opportunity to pick it up as if she caught the d*** thing herself.
S***, he thought.
Why was she not looking? She never took her eyes off the book even with all the commotion that was happening, so what else could he do?
She crossed her legs and he couldn't help but lick his lips as he thought of all the things he could do with those gorgeous legs of hers.
F***, double f***. He just missed a cord and even though the crowd never noticed, the guys in his band did.
What was this girl doing to him?
It was time to wipe her from his system and the only way to do that was to bang the h*** out of her. From the looks of her, he'd be doing her a favor. By the end of the night, he would have those legs wrapped around his hips. Greg was sure of it...