Phoenix
“Hey, good lookin’,”
Nate Rigby stops walking and turns his head in my direction. He shamelessly looks me up and down.
“Well, ain’t you the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?”
I didn’t, in all honesty, think it would be this easy-to-get Nate Rigby alone. I figured waiting in the alleyway behind the arena, where the tour buses are parked, would be an excellent place to start. I was right, but then I usually am. A few people are by the tour buses, but no one can see me where I’m standing.
I giggle while taking a drag of my cigarette. I drop it to the ground and stomp it out with my heeled boot. I make my way over to Rigby and seductively slide my hand along her chest. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” I bite my lower lip and smirk.
“Sweetheart, I say many things, but I ain’
