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    Seeing him strum the strings, and slide his hands all over the neck of the guitar makes Sadie lick her lips. She imagines herself being in his arms in that moment and the kinds of things he would to do her with his hands and fingers. Watching him up on that stage so close to her yet so far away drives her wild. Even though there is something enchanting about watching him up their on stage, she yearns for something more intimate with him; something more personal.
    The lead singer finishes the song on a high note and the crowd goes wild. She watches as Asher switches his electric guitar out for an acoustic one, the band preparing for a softer set. Once he is prepared, he sits down on a chair on the stage prepared for him, strumming away once again and leading the singer into the first few notes of the song.
    The more she admires him serenading the crowd with his music, the more she wants him. Asher commands the stage and the presence of everyone in the room, especially the women. They are purely swooning over him and Sadie knows she is in competition. The more she thinks about it, the more she realizes that all of these women in the room could be versions of her. She has no idea how long Asher has been in town for or how many other women he has been able to seduce. Chances are, she fell for the same game all of them had and the thought is making her feel sick.
    Wi th all of these women being at least ten years younger than her, she wonders what she is even doing here in the first place. It was a terrible idea from the get go and something that she should have never considered. She has a great life with Chris and an even better life with Ling. Her and Chris have their sexual issues, but at the heart of it, she already has a man in her life that loves her. Most women here aren’t even graduated college and probably living in their parent’s basements, while Sadie has been living in luxury for the past few years. She is a mother, not a cradle robber.
    She finishes up her beverage, needing the influx of alcohol to help subdue her raging emotions and she heads straight for the door.
    “You better park it missy,” Asher’s voice can be heard through the microphone. He stops playing momentarily and his band follows suit.
    Sadie stops dead in her tracks and turns around slowly, begging that it is not her but in the same breath, saying a silent prayer to herself that it is. Sure enough, as soon as she spins and faces him, he locks eyes with her and takes a moment before leaning into the microphone again.
    “We only have a few songs left. You can’t leave now.”
    Out of all of the women in the audience, he was able to locate her and he even stopped his lead singer in order to make her stay. Sadie wonders how she could ever leave now, given how Asher was able to spot her in a crowd of hundreds. She has to at least be hospitable and exchange a few words with him now. It would just be rude if she didn’t.
    She gathers herself and makes her way back towards the stage, standing near the front of the audience to get a better look at him. As she approaches, the younger women all suffocating the front of the stage whisper secrets into each other’s ears regarding Sadie, evidently out of jealousy. She hates to let it get to her, but at the same token, being a mother and still being able to intimate girls ten years her senior, is an easy ego boost.
    She stands close to the stage, watching him perform the rest of the set and feeling closer to him than she ever has before. She can see every muscle in his arms on fire with every strum and pluck he takes on the guitar. He moves in perfect rhythm to the music, even the slow songs, signaling to Sadie that he knows how to work a crowd and his body. The more she watches him up there on the stage, the more she finds herself enjoying her time here. He’s a great performer and a very talented musician. She is impressed.
    As the final song comes to a close, Sadie can feel her nerves bundle