"Ok lights up and I need sound on all of the mics on the stage in three, two, one." April called out watching with a smile as it all came together just the way she wanted it to. She watched the show calling out minor cues here and there trying to prevent any flubs. April had to admit she was a little surprised at how good the band was. A big step from a lot of the more amateur acts that graced her stage.
She smiled as the show ended at two. "Ok great show everyone." April said waving everyone good night as she headed down to the band's room. She knocked on it lightly before pushing it open. She stopped when she saw a shirtless Roger, small beads of sweat covering his perfectly tan skin. She felt herself gulp at the sight of him. Her heart speeding up slightly at the sight of his muscular physic complete with six pack abs and perfect arm muscles, not the big ones that you think might crush you at any second. She shook herself out of her day dream. "I—I ugh…came to say good show and thanks for cooperating." She said shutting the door behind her quickly. Why couldn't the fucker keep his shirt on?
Roger couldn't help the smile form on his face as he watched the feisty stage manager literally staring at him as he changed his t-shirt. He was going to get her if it was the last thing he did. He ran over to the door opening it and looking for her. He smiled as he caught up to her as she went to the stage. "Hey wait um..." What the fuck was her name again. He searched through his brain trying to remember if she told him before. He finally caught up to her holding her arm.
Why was he bothering her again? The show was over their involvement was over they needed to get on with their lives. She stopped and turned around to look at him."It's April." She said meeting his eyes. "I guess in your line of business it's hard for you to remember names, maybe I should give you a bra size." She said sarcastically going on stage and picking up the mics and wrapping up chords ignoring the smile Roger was amusing himself in.
"No I remember names, but if you wanted to give me your bra—" Wait Roger you want to get with this girl not make her run away. "I didn't mean that." He hopped on stage stopping her by stepping on the chord she was gathering. "Why don't you take a break and have a drink with me." Roger flashed her his signature smile trying to take the chord out of her hand.
April shook her head. "What is it with you rockers, you just think you can sleep with any girl you want to?" She stepped back pulling away from him and pulling even harder for the chord under his shoe. "I mean is it some pride thing or do you have a contest, or maybe a game." April said with a smile. "Whoever screws the most girls doesn't have to sleep next to the bathroom?" She remarked cynically meeting his eyes with a glare. "Anyways you have groupies that will drop their pants in a second; I however need to do my job so if you'll excuse me." She said pushing past him.
Roger grabbed her arm pulling her back to look at him. "I don't want a groupie I want you." He said as he leaned down and kissed her. He didn't stop till she gave in either. And as soon as she did his hands moved down to wrap around her waist pulling her body even closer to his as his tongue entered her mouth exploring the new territory. As he pulled back he looked down at her with a smile. "Now see that wasn't too hard was it?" He pulled her up. "You need a drink."
April couldn't help but follow him over to the back rooms. She tried so hard not to give into the kiss. She fought it as long as she could until her desires finally gave in. She wanted Roger to kiss her, and the fact that he kissed her the way he did, still made her legs feel a little jelly like. "Look Roger, I can't do this, I don't want to and I don't need to." April said meeting his eyes when he leaned down and kissed her lips again. God he was really good at that.
"Why are you denying yourself something that you want so bad?" He asked looking down at her. His hand moved to cup her cheek lightly his calloused thumb running across the smooth skin of her cheeks. "I can tell you want it and I want it, so why are we still talking?" He said with a small laugh.
This is seriously where April got in trouble last time. He seemed so sweet and perfect only to get you into bed, but it was when you spread your legs that things stopped becoming so perfect. She pulled away from him. "I—I can't." She said meeting his eyes. "I'm not going to be another conquest for you to brag about, the bitch stage manager couldn't hold up to Roger." She mocked. "I'm not going to do it again." She said leaving to back to what she was good at her job.