Tink couldn’t keep the irritation off her face as she turned away from “The Senator’s Boy.” The nerve of the guy! When he approached her earlier, she thought she had been perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with him.
Now, he thought he could tell her what to do. The scum thought he could tell her he wanted to sleep with her and actually thought she would! His “I watched how you sang for me tonight and I want you. I’m going to fulfill your every fantasy tonight” bullshit had her so mad she was surprised she hadn’t decked him on the spot.
Picking up the guitar she’d borrowed from the equipment room, Tink headed out the side entrance to the stage. It led around the back so band members could get to the equipment undetected if they needed to during a performance. Heading down the dark c
