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Avoiding Temptation (Avoiding #3)(22)
Author: K.A. Linde

It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable. It was Jack after all, but it did make her anxious. She just wanted to break the spell, yet she couldn’t. As much as she wanted everything to be okay and break down this wall between them, she wanted to stay angry with him. She wanted to be able to hold on to that for as long as possible.

They made it all the way to the exit ramp before they hit traffic. They eased into the line of cars and waited for everyone to putter along to the nearest parking garage. She was sure all of this was for the Sienna Sexton and D-Bags show, but she wished traffic would just move faster. She was ready to be out of this car and away from this feeling.

Jack glanced over at her as they approached the light. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Lexi humphed and turned to gaze out the passenger window. The line of traffic broke, and they drove through the light and into the nearest parking garage. A few levels up, Jack took the first available spot and put the car in park.

Finally. That had to have been the most stressful car ride she had ever been on…and Jack had only said one thing. And it had been something really nice.

“Are you going to ignore me the whole show?” he asked.

He hadn’t moved from his seat, and he was staring at her with such intensity that she could feel it without even looking at him.

Disengage. Disengage.

“No,” Lexi said curtly, popping open the door and walking toward the elevator.

Jack was not allowed to be nice to her when she wanted to be angry with him. It didn’t matter how irrational that sounded because he had married someone else. And well…she was allowed to be irrational about that.

Jack jumped out of the car and jogged to catch up with her. “Okay,” he said, stopping the elevator with his hand and staring at her with those big blue eyes.

She could drown in those eyes.

“Are you going to be pissed at me the whole time?”

She could hear the edge of desire in his voice that he was trying so hard to mask. If only she could keep her temper under control when he was around, then maybe this wouldn’t always happen. But he had always liked her when she was angry.

“No.”

“Well…good,” he mumbled, following her into the elevator. “Are you going to say anything other than no by any chance?”

“No,” she said calmly.

“Look, I’m being perfectly nice to you, Lex. You’re treating me like I slammed you back against the wall in the elevator when I promised I wouldn’t do anything stupid.”

Heat rushed to Lexi’s neck and cheeks as she glared at him. “And you wonder why when you make those kinds of suggestions.”

“I’m not suggesting it,” he said quickly. “You have it all wrong. I’m here for the show…with my friend. Plus, I got you to say something other than no.” He smirked devilishly at her.

Lexi turned to face the front of the elevator and crossed her arms over her chest. How did he rile her up so easily? She was just trying to keep her defenses up, and he was trying to shatter them. A few words…those blue eyes…that smile…and she was a goner. But she couldn’t…

She could just imagine the feel of his arms pressing her back roughly against the wall of the elevator after slamming the emergency button. She hoped no one would need the elevator. She would see the light in those blue eyes as they turned crystal-clear blue, telling her all he wanted to do was devour her. And she could let him as his lips found her mouth, neck, ear—nipping and licking and sucking and teasing—until she was grinding her body against him. Her eyes would flutter close as she wound her fingers into the thick, dark hair, begging him for more with her actions as much as her words.

He would hoist her legs up and press himself firmly against her. She would rake her hands down his back, and the heat of the moment would make them lose all thoughts. It would only be them in that moment—only the other person. The feel of their lips, the roughness of his hands on her hips, his dick pressing against her…

Shit! She stopped her rather active imagination right there. She couldn’t toe that line, even in her thoughts. Not a good idea.

Jack stuck his hands into the pockets of his scuffed-up jeans and rocked back and forth as the elevator dinged open on the bottom floor.

“Well, thanks for coming anyway,” he said softly.

Maybe if she didn’t repress so heavily, she wouldn’t start having stupid daydreams about him in the elevator. Jesus! She just needed to act normal. Clearly, closing off wasn’t working. Maybe cautious would do.

“I wanted to be at the show,” she finally told him as they walked toward the venue. “You know I like the band.”

“They’re so good,” Jack said. “Plus, you think the lead singer is hot.”

“He is hot,” she said as a matter-of-fact. “Everyone who is anyone thinks he’s hot.”

“I mean for a dude, sure. I can pick up my guitar again if you want,” he said with a faint chuckle.

Lexi glared at him. “Don’t even play.”

She couldn’t imagine Jack with his guitar. It wouldn’t be good for her mental health, not after her thoughts in the elevator. She would be better off fantasizing about Kellan Kyle. He was much further out of reach.

“Okay, okay,” he said, throwing up his hands. “Just joking. I’d probably sound terrible. It’s been too long since I’ve played, and I was better at keys.”

“I know, Jack,” she said, following the line of traffic toward Philips Arena. “I remember.”

They stopped talking as they maneuvered through the crowd. Jack pulled out the tickets when they reached the entrance.

The lady wearing a Philips Arena polo scanned the tickets and handed them back to Jack. “Enjoy the show.”

“Thanks,” Lexi said, walking behind Jack into the building.

The arena was already teeming with people talking to friends, looking at merchandise, and standing in long lines for concessions. A smile spread across her face at the energy in the room, and excitement took her over.

She was going to see Kellan Kyle. Holy fuck!

“I think you need a T-shirt,” Jack said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the merchandise stand.

“Are you crazy? I’m not paying thirty-five dollars for a T-shirt.” Lexi tried to stop him.

“You’re joking, right?”

“What?” she asked with a shrug.

He shook his head like he wanted to say something, and then he reconsidered.

“Seriously, what?”

“It’s just…you just got a new job. This is your first time seeing the D-Bags. They’re your favorite band. You’ve been stealing my shirts for years.”

Lexi bit her lip and tried not to give her thoughts away. She loved the D-Bags’ music, but she had only ever stolen his T-shirts because they were his. She could never tell him that now.

“And you won’t spend thirty-five bucks to get yourself your own shirt?” He tilted his head and smiled at her. “I think you should get it, but it is kind of refreshing to hear that people still care about the price of things.”

“I guess you’ve been spending too much time with the wrong kind of people then,” she said, her face heating.

It wasn’t that thirty-five dollars was too much. She could afford it now, but it felt weird.

Jack kept that goofy grin on his face and then walked forward without her.

“Hey, where are you going?”

He ignored her and bypassed a few girls who were making up their minds about what shirt to get.

“Can I get the plain black D-Bags shirt in black? A small,” Jack said.

“Sure,” a guy said, picking off the top of the pile and handing the shirt to him.

Jack passed him his credit card and signed the receipt.

“Here you go,” Jack said.

He tossed her the shirt. She caught it, not even sure how to respond.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she murmured.

“I’ll let you buy the drinks.” He smirked and directed her in the opposite direction.

She really didn’t know what to say. No part of her had expected Jack to just go buy her a D-Bags T-shirt for no reason. She couldn’t even remember the last time they had just gone out and had a good time together. It was probably in New York over three years ago. That felt like a lifetime ago.

They stopped and grabbed Jack a beer while Lexi simply opted for a Coke. She might have a margarita later, but she didn’t want to drink too much, especially tequila. If she started at the beginning of the show, then she would be in a bad place by the end of the show.

“Where are our seats?” she asked as she followed him through an open entranceway.

Before her was the entirety of Philips Arena. The Atlanta Hawks professional basketball team played their games in the arena, and it was home to some of the biggest headliners of the year in music. Growing up, she had seen concerts here with her parents. It had normal stadium seating, but the venue had arranged seats all along the floor, leading up to the stage. The lights were dim, and the room was twinkling with camera flashes. The chatter was loud over the background music, and Lexi was bubbling with so much excitement that she just wanted to dance to their seats.

“I’ll show you,” Jack said.

Her stomach flipped as he started walking down the endless stairs. He showed their tickets to someone who let them pass to the lower level. Wow, this was close. She normally sat up in the nosebleed section. They reached the bottom of the lower level, and Jack handed off the tickets again. When the person let them through to the floor, Lexi really started to freak out.

“We’re on the floor?” she gasped, grabbing his arm.

Jack’s answering smirk set off butterflies in her stomach. “Yeah. We had a suite, but I traded them in for floor seats.”

“What? Why?” she asked, stunned. “If you had a suite—”

“I thought you’d want to be close,” he said barely loud enough for her to hear over the music.

“I do,” she agreed, lost in the fact that he had traded in a suite because he had thought she would want to sit closer…be closer to the band.

“Well then…good.” He shuffled his feet but kept his eyes trained on her face. “I just thought…it would make you happy. I know I can’t make up for everything, but as long as you’re happy, then that’s all that matters.”

“Jack…” Lexi said, shaking her head from side to side. She didn’t know what to say or how to respond.

“Let’s go find our seats,” he said quickly before walking away into the crowd.

Lexi stood there, stunned for a second, before trailing after him. He just wanted her to be happy. Gah! What was she supposed to do with that?

They walked all the way up to the front, and Lexi was getting close to hyperventilating as they approached the stage.

“Third row was the best I could do on short notice,” he said apologetically.

He was acting as if he hadn’t just told her that he had gotten them third-row tickets.

“But I got us the end of the aisle, so you can poke your head out.”

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