objected. Their B Reserve seats weren’t all that fantastic to begin with.
She looked over at her friends. Kaz was staring at the man, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. Tasha had tensed up as though ready for a fight. Sophie raised her hand and shrugged. Wait , she told them silently.
Tash nodded and backed down. Kaz blinked.
The man smiled at her. A really lovely, warm smile—which struck Sophie as odd under the circumstances. “This way, please.” He led them all the way back down the jam-packed flight of stairs and halfway around the massive, bustling stadium before opening a door clearly marked, No Entry.
Instinctively Sophie stopped. No way was she following a strange man through a door marked No Entry into a place unknown. No matter how lovely the man’s smile, and no matter how deep in conversation he and Kaz seemed to be.
Then noises filtered through her paranoia. The strum of a guitar, the strain of a sax. And voices. Thousands and thousands of voices. Sophie stuck her head around the door—and gasped.
No longer were they miles away from the stage. Now, if Sophie reached her hand out far enough, she’d be able to touch it. Meters away, musicians from the supporting act warmed up, much to the delight of the forty thousand or so fans.
Astonished, Sophie looked up at the man who’d led them here.
He looked right back at her with his beautiful smile. “Front-row seats okay with you?”
Kaz squealed. Tasha laughed.
“You’re kidding, right?” It had to be a joke. Things like this never just happened to her. Someone was pulling a fast one. Had to be.
He shook his head and said solemnly, “We never joke about the front row.” The man led them around the massive crowds of people in the standing-room-only section, towards the VIP seats in the center of the floor. “See the three seats in the middle? Those are yours.”
“But—”
Sophie’s objection was cut off. “Look, the mistake was ours. We double-booked your tickets, and the concert is completely sold out. This is the only alternative seating we could come up with on the spur of the moment. Please, accept our apologies and take the seats.”
If Sophie were a gambler she’d have put money on the odds that no one had ever refused this man anything when he smiled.
And as simply as that, Sophie found herself sitting front-row center of the football field with her two friends at the only concert she’d splurged money on, ever. Above her the late-afternoon sun twinkled merrily in the sky.
“Just doesn’t make sense.” She shook her head.
Still laughing, Tasha sat beside her. “Don’t question it. Just thank your lucky stars and enjoy the show.”
“I’d rather thank him,” Kaz said, sitting next to Tasha. Her cheeks were still flushed. “Personally. Did you get a load of how gorgeous he is?”
“Gorgeous and gay,” Tasha said.
Kaz looked indignant. “He is not.”
Tasha shook her head. “Sorry, Kaz, but I doubt you’re his type.”
Kaz folded her arms. “My gaydar is never wrong. Tell her, Soph.”
Sophie nodded. “Definitely gay. But gorgeous nevertheless. With a beautiful smile. Still doesn’t explain why we’re in the front row.”
The supporting act began to play. The crowd whistled and cheered but only gave the aspiring band half of their attention. They were waiting for the real deal.
Kaz and Tasha ribbed Sophie about her dentist, making seriously bad jokes about drillings and new meanings of root canal treatment. Sophie simply hugged her afternoon delights to herself, reliving every minute in her head. For two glorious days, Nathan had been hers. She’d spent hours having wonderful, hot, sensual, uninhibited sex with a stranger she’d only dreamed about.
And in the process, she’d fallen in love with Nathan. Her dream man she’d never see again.
The first few bars of Speed ’s current number-one hit blared from the speakers, effectively cutting off any further deliberation. The crowd went
She looked over at her friends. Kaz was staring at the man, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. Tasha had tensed up as though ready for a fight. Sophie raised her hand and shrugged. Wait , she told them silently.
Tash nodded and backed down. Kaz blinked.
The man smiled at her. A really lovely, warm smile—which struck Sophie as odd under the circumstances. “This way, please.” He led them all the way back down the jam-packed flight of stairs and halfway around the massive, bustling stadium before opening a door clearly marked, No Entry.
Instinctively Sophie stopped. No way was she following a strange man through a door marked No Entry into a place unknown. No matter how lovely the man’s smile, and no matter how deep in conversation he and Kaz seemed to be.
Then noises filtered through her paranoia. The strum of a guitar, the strain of a sax. And voices. Thousands and thousands of voices. Sophie stuck her head around the door—and gasped.
No longer were they miles away from the stage. Now, if Sophie reached her hand out far enough, she’d be able to touch it. Meters away, musicians from the supporting act warmed up, much to the delight of the forty thousand or so fans.
Astonished, Sophie looked up at the man who’d led them here.
He looked right back at her with his beautiful smile. “Front-row seats okay with you?”
Kaz squealed. Tasha laughed.
“You’re kidding, right?” It had to be a joke. Things like this never just happened to her. Someone was pulling a fast one. Had to be.
He shook his head and said solemnly, “We never joke about the front row.” The man led them around the massive crowds of people in the standing-room-only section, towards the VIP seats in the center of the floor. “See the three seats in the middle? Those are yours.”
“But—”
Sophie’s objection was cut off. “Look, the mistake was ours. We double-booked your tickets, and the concert is completely sold out. This is the only alternative seating we could come up with on the spur of the moment. Please, accept our apologies and take the seats.”
If Sophie were a gambler she’d have put money on the odds that no one had ever refused this man anything when he smiled.
And as simply as that, Sophie found herself sitting front-row center of the football field with her two friends at the only concert she’d splurged money on, ever. Above her the late-afternoon sun twinkled merrily in the sky.
“Just doesn’t make sense.” She shook her head.
Still laughing, Tasha sat beside her. “Don’t question it. Just thank your lucky stars and enjoy the show.”
“I’d rather thank him,” Kaz said, sitting next to Tasha. Her cheeks were still flushed. “Personally. Did you get a load of how gorgeous he is?”
“Gorgeous and gay,” Tasha said.
Kaz looked indignant. “He is not.”
Tasha shook her head. “Sorry, Kaz, but I doubt you’re his type.”
Kaz folded her arms. “My gaydar is never wrong. Tell her, Soph.”
Sophie nodded. “Definitely gay. But gorgeous nevertheless. With a beautiful smile. Still doesn’t explain why we’re in the front row.”
The supporting act began to play. The crowd whistled and cheered but only gave the aspiring band half of their attention. They were waiting for the real deal.
Kaz and Tasha ribbed Sophie about her dentist, making seriously bad jokes about drillings and new meanings of root canal treatment. Sophie simply hugged her afternoon delights to herself, reliving every minute in her head. For two glorious days, Nathan had been hers. She’d spent hours having wonderful, hot, sensual, uninhibited sex with a stranger she’d only dreamed about.
And in the process, she’d fallen in love with Nathan. Her dream man she’d never see again.
The first few bars of Speed ’s current number-one hit blared from the speakers, effectively cutting off any further deliberation. The crowd went
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