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Part two...


Buffy's cheeks were still hot with embarrassment as the
band began to play. She could feel people's eyes on her,
and she'd never wanted to cut and run so badly in her life.

But she could also feel HIS eyes on her, challenging her to keep
her promise, and so she stayed glued to her chair. She was
damned if she was gonna let this, no doubt second rate singer,
chase her off like a frightened rabbit.

Summoning up all her nerve, she raised her eyes and
looked directly at him, ignoring the stares directed her way
by the rest of the audience....and found him looking right back
at her.

"When she walks in the room
every eye in the place turns to follow her
every move..."

Okay....so he wasn't a second rate singer.

"She's arrived on the scene, in her diamonds
and jeans.
World class....she's got nothing to prove.."

Actually...he was fairly talented.

"It takes a long time to know her
She gives it up a little at a time.."

No....he was amazingly talented.

"She's getting what she wants
She's a popular girl
Setting those hearts on fire
Everybody wants to be part of her world
She's a...popular girl
Such a....popular girl."

Oh, god....he was probably one of the best singers she'd ever
heard. No wonder his first single had jumped to the top of the
charts.

As she watched him, she had to admit that it wasn't just
the voice that he had going for him. His fingers were deft and
agile as they coaxed the melody from his guitar. His hips swayed
very slightly, in a suggestive manner that was all too obvious.

He didn't seem to be able to stand still for very long. He prowled
around the stage, making brief eye contact with a few of the
female members of his audience.

But every time he looked away from them, he returned his gaze
to Buffy. Unexpectedly, as if he was trying to catch her in the act
of not paying him the attention she'd promised.

As if she could look away!

"She walks down the street
Knocks 'em dead on their feet
With a casual nonchalance."

She'd been too unnerved before to pay much attention to his
looks, but now that there was a little distance between them,
she could see exactly why all the girls in the club were eyeing
him like a potential meal.

He had white blond hair...it had to be bleached, no way it
could be natural with the darkness of his lashes and eye-
brows...and although he'd slicked it back, it was resisting his
efforts to tame it and was showing it's natural curls.

His face was almost pretty. He had beautifully sculpted cheek-
bones, with a high arch to them, and a strong jaw. His complexion
was on the fair side, which only added to the intense piercing
quality of those blue, blue eyes of his. His left eyebrow sported a
scar that looked like it had always been there...like it was supposed
to be there.

"When she's breaking your heart
She's the state-of-the-art
With license to take what she wants."

But his mouth was a real work of art. Soft and sensual looking,
it begged to be kissed. And she could almost taste.....

"It takes a hard man to hold her.."

She gasped when she heard him sing that line, staring right
at her and pushing his hips forward in a thrusting motion that
definitely left no need for guess work as to what he was implying.

"She likes to get a little out of line."

Buffy clasped her hands together on the table top, squeezing
her fingers until her circulation was in danger of shutting
down.

"She's getting what she wants, she's a popular girl
Setting those hearts on fire
Everybody wants to be part of her world
She's a..popular girl
Such a...popular girl."

She swallowed hard. How much longer was this song going to
last? More importantly, how much longer was she going to be
able to sit still for this?

"She stands by the window, the world is her stage
Each smile is her mirror, in the passing parade
Passing parade."

Grabbing the glass of water the waiter had set on the table
earlier, she drank it down in four gulps.

"And in the end, all she'll be is your friend
Though passion's your lone desire.."

She sat back and folded her arms across her chest, feeling
oddly exposed as he stared at her. His next move, though, totally
unraveled her.

Her mouth dropped open as he dropped to his knees at the very
edge of the stage closest to her, leaning his body back slightly, his
guitar held on his upper thighs.

"She's the one you can't touch
You want her so much
You're burning...your heart's on fire.."

On fire. Apt lyrics indeed. She was actually beginning to feel
more than a little overheated herself.

"It takes a hard man to hold her
The challenge is forever on my mind.."

Buffy wiped her damp hands on her napkin, then shredded
it into tiny bits of confetti in her lap. Would this song NEVER
end?

"She's getting what she wants
She's a popular girl
Setting my heart on fire

Everybody wants to be part of her world
She's a...popular girl
Such a....popular girl.."

Her eyes became wide and round. He had changed the lyric! Had
stared right at her and changed the lyric of the song!

People were looking at her again as the band played the closing
notes of the song. Looking at her...and whispering.

Okay....enough was enough.

She began packing her belongings back up, shoving the
evaluation forms into her satchel without considering that they
were made of paper and would be hopelessly wadded up and
crinkled.

Grabbing her purse, she jumped to her feet and headed
towards the exit. She walked swiftly, eyes glued to the door,
not even registering it when someone in the audience muttered
"Oh, not again!"

Buffy didn't stop until she was forced to by someone behind her
placing a hand on her shoulder. Ducking away, she whipped
around and saw that Devlin had once again left the stage and
was chasing after her.

Half the audience looked intrigued and amused, the other half...not
so much. Afraid that they were going to start some kind of riot,
she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away from her.

"Quit following me!" she snapped.

Completely unrepentant, he smiled. "Give me your name and your
phone number, and I will."

Trapped, Buffy's eyes darted about and fastened on the ladies room
door. "I'm just going to the bathroom," she said, projecting a look
of sincerity blended with urgent need. "Get back up there and...do
what you were doing and...and I'll write it down for you when I get
back."

He hesitated, then backed away a little. "All right, then."

Safely locked in the bathroom, she waited until she heard the
band begin to play and then bolted out the door, running to her
car like a bat out of hell.

As though the devil himself was on her heels....


TBC...
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