Too Far 01- Fallen Too Far

idea made me cringe. When my foot hit the bottom step the front door swung open and Rush walked inside. When his eyes found me he froze and slowly took in my appearance. I wasn’t dressed to impress his crowd but there was a crowd out there that I might get some attention from.
    “Day-um,” he muttered and closed the door behind him.
    I didn’t move. I was trying to figure out how to approach the strangers having sex on my bed thing.
    “You, uh, wearing that out to go clubbing?” he asked.
    “It’s called honky-tonking. I’m pretty sure it’s a completely different thing,” I corrected him
    Rush ran his hand over his short hair and let out a sigh that sounded somewhat frustrated and somewhat amused. If he was about to start making cracks about my clothing I might throw my boot at him.
    “Can I come with y’all tonight? I’ve never been honky-tonking.”
    What? Did I just hear him correctly?
    “You want to go with us?” I asked in confusion.
    Rush nodded and his eyes trailed down my body once again. “Yeah, I do.”
    I guess he could go too. If we were friends then we should be able to hang out together.
    “Okay. If you really want to. We need to leave in ten minutes though. Bethy is expecting me to pick her up.”
    “I can be ready in five,” he said and took the stairs two at a time as he ran up them.
    That was completely not what I had expected. Strange turn of events.

    Seven minutes later, Rush was back down the stairs and dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a tight black tee shirt that had Slacker Demon written on the front in a white gothic print. The emblem that was on his shoulder also graced the tee shirt. The silver thumb ring was once again on his hand and for the first time since I’d met him he had a couple of small hoop earrings in his ear. He looked more like the son of a world famous rock star than he ever had. His black lashes made it permanently appear as if he were wearing eyeliner and that only added to the effect.
    When my eyes made their way back up to his face he stuck out his tongue to flash his silver barbell at me and then winked. “I figure if I’m going to a honky-tonk with guys in boots and cowboy hats I needed to stay true to my roots. Rock and Roll is in my blood. I can’t pretend to fit in anywhere else.”
    I laughed as he smirked at me. “You’re going to look as out of place tonight as I do at your parties. This should be fun. Come on, rock star spawn,” I teased and headed for the door.
    Rush opened the door and stood back so I could walk outside. The guy could be so strange when he wanted to. “Since your friend is riding with us, why don’t we take one of my cars instead? We’d all be more comfortable than in your truck.”
    I stopped and glanced back at him. “But we’d fit in better if we took my truck.”
    Rush pulled out a small remote and one of the doors on his four car garage opened up. A black Range Rover with metallic rims and a perfectly shiny paint job sat in the spotlight. I couldn’t disagree with him. We’d be much more comfortable in that vehicle.
    “That’s certainly impressive,” I replied.
    “Does that mean we can take mine? I’m not crazy about sharing a seat with Bethy. The girl likes to touch things without permission,” Rush said.
    I smiled, “Yes, she does. She’s a bit of a flirt, isn’t she?”
    Rush cocked an eyebrow. “Flirt is a kind word for her.”
    “Okay. Sure. We can take the badass Rush Finlay’s killer wheels if he insists.”
    Rush shot me a cocky grin and headed toward the garage. I followed close behind.
    He opened my door for me, which was sweet but made this feel more like a date. I didn’t need him messing with my head. I was firmly set that we were just friends. He needed to play the game right. “Do you open all your friend’s car doors?” I asked, standing there looking at him. I wanted him to see the error of his very polite ways.
    His easy smile disappeared and a serious expression took its place. “No,” he replied, stepping back to head for the driver’s door. I felt like a complete jerk. I should have just said thank you and overlooked it. Why did I have to be the one to remind him of his own rules?
    Once we were inside the Range Rover Rush cranked it up and pulled out without a word. I hated the silence. I’d made it awkward. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound rude.”
    Rush let out a sigh and his shoulders eased. Then he shook his head. “No. You’re right. I just