Free Fatal Temptation by Ella Morris

and this place holds a lot of history, even if it is a big grungy. Sadie heads to the bar to grab something to help her to take the edge off and then takes a seat near the back. She wants to stand out to Asher on the stage, but at the same time, she wants to blend in, just in case a familiar face comes her way.
    “Hey beautiful, can I buy you a drink?” some young, intoxicated male asks her as he approaches.
    “I already have one, thanks,” Sadie replies, dangling the cocktail in her hands before him.
    “Well you j ust let me know if you get thirsty again, I’ll take care of you.”
    “I’m already being taken care of,” she replies, this time with more sass. She hints towards the big rock on her finger. She knows that it’s not a great excuse to use, given she is betraying Chris simply by being here, but in this case, it saves her ass.
    “Your loss,” the guy says as he turns around and looks for another potential mate.
    Sadie watches as the guy goes through at least three more women and faces rejection that many more times.
    As she watches him, her attention is directed towards a man all dressed in black. He is wearing a hat and has a camera hanging from his neck. Sadie wonders if he is the same guy that she spotted earlier, but she doesn’t know for sure. She stares in his direction and tries to make eye contact, but once he sees that she is looking at him, he becomes anxious and quickly gets loss in the sea of the crowd.
    Sadie can’t help but allow curiosity to get the better of her, as well as a feeling of panic. Just as she is about to rise from her seat and follow the mysterious figure out of the bar, the stage lights come up and a man walks across it, microphone in hand. “Ladies and men who are gentle but not really, welcome to the Starlite Room. How are we all feeling tonight?”
    The crowd reacts with an obnoxious roar, but Sadie remains poised in her seat, concerned about the man she just made eye contact with and if she is in fact being spied on.
    “Are you ready to rock?” the man yells into the microphone.
    The crowd screams once again.
    “Well we’ve got a great line up for you tonight and we are going to start things off right with a band all the way from London, England. Give it up for The Machine!”
    The crowd screams again and the man leaves the stage. The lights dim even lower as the band graces the stage. Even though it is d ark, Sadie can see him on the stage. She can make out his silhouette and the visual makes her salivate. Being in this close proximity to him makes her feel an uncontrollable sense of lust for him. The lights haven’t even come on yet, but through the darkness, Sadie can feel him breathing and can sense his every emotion. She only hopes he can feel the same intensity as she.
    Finally, with their guitars strapped to their bodies and the drummer ready to, the music begins. As soon as the drummer and the bassist start the main beat for the song, the lights come on and the crowd screams to welcome them, but Sadie just stares ahead, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest.
    There, gracing the stage is Asher looking sexier than ever. He wears a tight black tank top and shows off even more of his arms than before. He is in great shape and his muscles are protruding out of his skin. A light dust of hair covers his lower arms and is coated by a tan that covers all of his exposed skin. He wears a pair of dark black jeans that cling to his legs and combat boots, which give him even more of a bad boy appearance. Sadie looks around and notices that all of the women are reacting to him in the same way and she can feel herself become envious. Then, he starts to play and her focus is put back on him.
    Asher strums the guitar and plucks at the strings. The style of music from his band is very reminiscent of old school sexy blues and rock and roll. Everything is slow and very grungy. This is the kind of music if it doesn’t rouse something in you, then you don’t have a