As the bartender handed him his drink, he looked up and locked eyes with a very beautiful, very familiar blonde who was walking into the bar. She was slender and tan, with dark brown eyes and straight hair down to her the middle of her back. Suddenly, he realized who she was. She was one of the dancers for his tour. He remembered how disappointed he’d been when he’d found out she was Brian’s dance partner and not his. ‘Yeah, she can provide a perfect distraction from Liz,’ he thought as she winked and sat down on the empty stool next to him and introduced herself. “Hey, my name is Andrea. I dance on your tour.”
He nearly had to pick his jaw up from off the floor. “I’m Nick, if you didn’t know.”
“Yeah, I did know, but it’s nice to meet you formally,” she said. “What are you up to?”
“I didn’t want to go to sleep and had no where else to go. What about you?”
“Pretty much the same thing. Had no reason to be in my room, so I came down here to see if anything interesting was happening. I didn’t think anything was until I noticed you sitting here,” she flirted.
“Oh, really?” he said, enjoying the attention. He looked at her once again, and still couldn’t believe how pretty she was. “I just realized I know absolutely nothing about you. Fatima never tells us anything about the dancers. Where are you from? How old are you? How long have you been dancing?”
She laughed and interrupted him. “Whoa, slow down! I lived in New York until I turned eighteen, and then I moved to Los Angeles. That’s where I auditioned for your tour. I’m twenty-two now. I’ve been dancing since I was six years old.”
Just then, the bartender looked their way. “Can I buy you a drink or something?” Nick offered.
“If you don’t mind, that’d be great.” She looked at the bartender. “I’ll have a white wine spritzer.”
They chatted for about a half an hour before Nick realized he really should be getting some sleep. He had a lot to do the next day. “Listen, Andrea, I gotta go, but I have something to say first. I’ll be blunt. I wanna take you out on a date sometime.”
She smiled. “I would like that.” After she gave him her cell number, he kissed her on the cheek and went to the elevator. Once the doors slid shut, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed her best friend’s number, tapping her foot impatiently. When her friend finally picked up, she narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly. “I won the bet, Becky. I just talked to Nick Carter, and he’s wrapped around my little finger now. I got my date with a Backstreet Boy so you owe me twenty bucks.”