The show ended, and the band ran from the stage. Chuck stopped to pull me into a hug. "I've got to get cleaned up, then I'm dealing with the press. Come along-it'll be fun."
I liked this new Chuck, a vast improvement over the desperately horny rocker I'd first met. He was considerate and pleasant and respectful. And when I factored in his kisses and his crazy good looks, he was almost irresistible. We went to a dressing room where he peeled off his sweaty shirt. I stared at him for a few seconds. Tall and trim, his chest glistened lightly. For the first time, I could see how running my tongue over his body might not be as repulsive as I'd imagined. He started to dry himself with a towel.
"You do have a fine body, Chuck."
"As do you, my dear. You have no idea how badly I crave it."
"I think I'm beginning to feel that craving, too."
Chuck's grin ran clear across his face. "Let's see what we can do about these cravings after the press meet." He gave me a firm kiss, then he put on a clean shirt and led me out of the dressing room.
As we headed down the hall, Chuck held my hand. "You know, Annalisa, next time you play, come to the front of the stage and dance with me during the verses. Then you can go back to River when you play the chorus. More showy that way. We can even dance together." That sounded like an excellent idea.
Chuck led me to a Fiery Boys press wall in a room full of reporters and photographers. I couldn't help but notice that they showed the same level of enthusiasm for him as a gaggle of groupies did, except that they didn't fling their bodies at him. Instead, they flung a barrage of questions. And to my surprise, many of the questions were for me.
"How are you enjoying the tour, Annalisa?"
"Are the Fiery Boys as fiery as ever?"
"Who's your favorite Fiery Boy?"
Chuck leaned close to me and whispered, "Don't bother answering them. Just kiss me."
When he dropped his lips onto mine, the reporters let out a howl. I'd been thinking about his kisses for the past few hours, wondering if we'd get a chance to do more. Although this didn't seem like the right place for it, the waves of heat running through my body made it hard to complain. Solid and so seductive, Chuck's gorgeous eyes locked onto mine.
Oh my God! I was kissing the lead singer of the Fiery Boys in front of the whole world. Flashes went off constantly. Kira would explode when she saw this. Jason would be supremely annoyed. And Inferna. . . well, she could kiss my ass.