Perfect For Me: Road To Whatever (Perfect for Me #1)(3)

Normally I would shrug a thought like that off. I don’t have trouble getting ladies at all and I welcome a little competition, but looking at the girl that just walked in with him, and totally twisted up my night, makes me want to send this dude packing. I am stunned by the feeling. Kitty is not even my type. I like leggy blondes with big fake tits.

Kitty’s tits are definitely nice but I am sure they are real and her hair is brown with purple streaks. It is long, falling over her shoulders and down her back. My fingers are itching to run through it to know what it feels like. Whoa, where did that come from?

I shake my head to clear it and watch the guy, which must be Linc, pull what looks to be six inch heels out of the bag he is holding and hand them to Kitty. They are all sparkly and glittery like her shoe laces, but those shoelaces do not give me half of the dirty thoughts that are running through my head now.

Kitty holds onto Mandy as she steps into the heels. I watch as Kitty sways her hips back and forth and turns around for Mandy with a smile on her face. “Better?” Kitty beams.

“Much,” Mandy laughs and smacks Kitty on her ass.

“Hey,” Linc rumbles from beside Kitty. “I wish I could stay babe but I have to go. I’ll be late. I’ll bring your ride to Mandy’s in the morning and you can drop me to pick mine up. Is that cool?”

“Sure, thanks. Take care of my baby.”

“Promise,” he croons with a smile as he bends to kiss the top of her head. “Call me if you need me, babe.” Linc looks around the table at the band and gives what I take as a warning glare. He only nods at Chris as Chris takes Kitty’s bag from him.

I chuckle to myself. Who is this guy? Does he think he can take us all? From the look on his face he would try. Kitty just smiles up at him and waves her goodbye. Something in the gesture makes me wonder if he is really her boyfriend the way I think he is.

If he is her boyfriend I don’t see what could be so important to him that he couldn’t stay to see his girl try out for a new gig. Unless she is worse than I think. I push that thought aside as Mandy pulls Kitty over to me and I get my first real up close look at the vixen that has already turned my night on its head.

Kitty is gorgeous. Her full lips are painted with purple lip gloss, making any man with blood in his body wonder what those lips would feel like wrapped around him. Her catlike eyes are the strangest shade of violet framed by long lush lashes and she has the cutest little nose. She really looks like a little kitten.

I watch her nervously run her fingers through her hair, pushing it over to the right side and pulling it forward over her shoulder, revealing the makings of a Mohawk. The left side of her hair is cut artfully low, framing her ear. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. That is until I watch her tongue dart out to lick her lips. That hits me in places I’m not even going to acknowledge when it comes to one of my little sister’s friends.

“Rage this is Kelly,” Mandy announces. “Kitty, this is my brother Nolan.”

“Nice to meet you, Nolan. Thanks so much for giving me a chance,” Kitty gushes.

“You’re welcome Kelly. You can call me Rage,” I smile and reach for her hand. I don’t miss all the cute little rings on her fingers that match her purple hair.

“Okay Rage, you can call me Kitty,” she beams. God does she have a nice smile. I have to admit I love looking at women in all shapes, sizes and colors but I never really thought about dating …wait. I don’t date and certainly shouldn’t be thinking about dating or doing anything with this girl. I am in trouble aren’t I? This girl is trouble if I ever seen it, from those lips to that flawless bronze skin that I am dying to touch. Get a grip Rage, she’s your kid sister’s friend.

“That is Mitchell, you can call him Mitch,” Mandy goes on pulling Kitty’s gaze from mine.

Mitch is my best friend and the one in the band that knows how to, and the only one who I will allow to, handle me. We work out together so Mitch is as built as I am, only he is five seven and more broad and stocky. The chicks seem to love it or it could be his green eyes and his smooth way of saying few words to make his point.

“I am -,” Mitch starts.

“Bass, you play the bass,” Kitty chimes. “Nice to meet you.” Mitch’s huge hand swallows hers as she reaches to shake his.

“That’s Colin, also known as Sleep,” Mandy goes on pointing across the table. Kitty’s eyes smile as she looks to Sleep, who is leaning back in his seat coolly checking her out. Letting his hazel eyes take her in, Kitty is appraising him as well, taking in his short Mohawk and its blonde tips with black roots.

“Hey, I heard a lot about you,” Sleep calls over the music. “I play the-.”

“The keys, right?” Kitty coos. She quirks a cute smile at him, bounces up on her toes and reaches over the table to shake his hand. “Hope what you heard was all good.” Sleep throws her one of his signature smirks and raises an eyebrow as he palms her small hand.

“Yeah, baby you got it,” Sleep winks with his lazy grin. “And everything I heard is living up to standards, then some.”

“Hey Kitten,” Crush breathes as he watches Kitty. It was the first time I looked at my brother for his reaction to our potential lead singer.

I am not sure I like it at all. I’m sure it was the same way I have been looking at her. I almost throw a napkin at him to get him to wipe up the drool. Now I understand that smirk on his face when he told me to let her try out.