Rock Star Romance: Dan (Contemporary New Adult Rockstar Bad Boy Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 4) Read Free Page A

“Tell him no—since he apparently won’t listen to
me, and I’ve heard all about how much he admires you.”
    “You admire me, Benny?” I put my hand over my
heart, leaving the cigarette dangling out of the cover of my mouth for a second
before I lit it.
    “She heard me wrong,” Benny said matter-of-factly.
“I told her I admire your cock.” I rolled my eyes.
    “In fairness it is nicer than yours,” I
pointed out. “You ever get that enlargement surgery?”
    “Hey, hey, it’s not the size that counts,” Benny
said, smirking.
    “It counts when you don’t know what to do with
it,” Sophie countered. I almost choked on a drag of smoke and raised my hand
for her to high-five me.
    “You here for Atreides?” I nodded to Benny’s
question, more than happy to abandon the topic of dicks for the time being. I’d
been in a band with Nelson from Atreides before joining up with Molly Riot, and
even though I didn’t have any real desire to work with him on anything, he was
one of the most talented keyboard players I’d ever met. “Sophie’s sister Jess
is the new bass player,” Benny explained, nodding in Sophie’s direction.
    “What happened to Chris?” Benny shrugged.
    “Family drama out in Cali. You know how it goes.”
I nodded.
    “I’m going to run to the ladies’,” Sophie said,
slipping away from the bar after stubbing out her cigarette. “Make sure Benny
doesn’t order something disgusting for Ricky, will you?”
    “Why’s she so worried about what Ricky drinks?” I
settled in at the bar, glancing at the little stage to check on the progress
that Heatkeeper was making. They were starting in on sound check; Tom strummed
a quick progression and looked over at the sound booth.
    “Ricky’s dating her sister, they crash at her
place usually on show nights,” Benny said. “So of course Ricky gets sloppy
fucking drunk and pukes everywhere.”
    “And you’re helping him? Not very friendly.” I
flicked ash off of my cigarette and gestured to Kelsey that I wanted another
one.
    “It’s hilarious. Before the puking he gets all
apologetic about being so drunk—hell, he apologizes for shit other people are
doing.” I snorted, shaking my head.
    “You seem pretty knowledgeable about Sophie,” I
said, leaning in a bit closer to Benny. “What’s her deal?” Benny shrugged.
    “She’s un-pull-able,” he told me. “You should know
that right off the bat. Even for pretty boys like you and Nicky.” I rolled my
eyes.
    “Nicky’s the next thing to engaged anyway,” I
said. “He ain’t pulling anyone.”
    “I’m just saying: she’s unattainable.” I raised an
eyebrow at that.
    “Why?” Benny shrugged again.
    “Maybe she’s into chicks? Who knows? All I know is
I’ve been trying for like two years and her legs are as closed as ever.”
    “Two years? You need to move on, son.”
    “Oh I’m not living the monk life,” Benny said,
waving that idea aside. “Just whenever I see her, you know? Or I’ll text her
sometimes. Funny as shit, hot as a five alarm fire, completely un-pull-able.”
    “For you, at least,” I said. Kelsey brought me
another drink, and I sipped. Heatkeeper was almost done checking sound.
    “For anyone,” Benny insisted. “I’m telling you,
man: she just doesn’t fuck anyone.”
    “Is she asexual or something?”
    “Nah, she flirts, and Jess tells me she does fuck—just no one anyone knows.” Benny knocked back a shot of something
clear—tequila or vodka I thought—and chased it with a sip of beer. “She’s sure
as shit not fucking anyone in the scene.”
    Sophie came back and we started talking about
something else—the sound guy, Dave, or something to do with what was going on
down at Revolution in Ft. Lauderdale, anything but the woman in front of us. I
thought about what Benny had said about Sophie, trying to wrap my head around
it; obviously she was in the scene—even if I hadn’t seen her at shows until
that night—but she wasn’t