So I Married a Rockstar Read Free

quite like it. It's a black-and-white photo of his face, very tightly cropped. The edges are almost black, fading toward his amazing eyes, which are the only spot of color in the photo. The same icy blue that paralyzed me is staring back at me, and I'll be damned if I don't go all fluttery inside.
    "Want me to sign that for you?" His voice is deep and rumbling, like a big truck rolling by outside...or an earthquake, which seem appropriate considering how shaken I am already. I spin around, startled, my hands accidentally crumpling the photo in a tight grip.
    There's only a few feet of room back here but it seems to take him a year to walk the three steps required to reach me. He stops inches away. I can still smell the heady aroma of leather but now something more earthy is added. It's almost buttery but there's a kick of spice to it. It's all I can do to stop myself from closing my eyes and sucking in a deep breath of his scent.
    "Here."  
    His voice is a hot whisper of air across my skin as he slips the photo from my frozen fingers. I don't dare look up at him. If I do, I'll drown in those eyes. But they're almost calling out to me. The temptation is irresistible.  
    My gaze travels up the cotton-covered ridges and valleys of his chest, over the taut sinew of his neck and hard edge of his jaw, where a muscle is spasming, until it meets his. He's looking at me like I'm his next meal, and so help me, I wish I was. Jerk or not, I'd let this man, this beast, devour me whole, right here behind that flimsy black curtain in the middle of my dads' store.  
    If only he'd ask...
    "Lola- mami , da peoples es getting restless, querida. You should--"  
    Papi's high nasal voice breaks off as he pokes his head behind the curtain and sees...well, I have no idea what he sees, honestly. And I don't want to know. But his megawatt grin gives me a pretty good idea.
    The spell is broken and I take a step back from Drax, almost tripping over a stray box of headshots. I clear my throat and smooth my already smooth dress. Drax watches my every move like a predator tracking his prey, but I force my gaze away from his. It's like a tractor beam or something. If I avoid looking directly into his eyes, maybe I'll survive this.
    He snatches up a silver Sharpie and uses his thigh as a surface on which to smooth the photo enough to sign.  
    "Here," he says, giving me a panty-dampening smile.
    I blindly take the signed photo he's holding out and wonder what just happened. I don't even know this guy, and I like him even less, yet he has some strange power over me. No man has ever affected me like this and I'm not sure I like it one tiny bit. I feel so out of control, and I hate being out of control.
    I can feel my cheeks glowing as bright as Rudolph's nose and Papi's silly grin isn't helping matters any. Drax has turned to his jacket and is fumbling around in a pocket, so I drop his photo onto a chair and hurry out to the signing table with a big stack of photos and silver pens.
    Clearly, I'm going to have to keep my distance from him. He has some kind of weird primal magnetism that leaves me as weak as a kitten. I have no desire to bring the kind of drama that follows a man like him into my life. And if Harry ever got wind that I was canoodling with a client, my fledgling career as a concert promoter would be over before it even begins.
    Besides, why would a guy like Drax want a girl like me? Don't get me wrong, I'm cute as hell, especially today. But let's get real for a second. You never see 'curvy and cute' dangling off the arm of a 'hotter than Hades' rockstar. Doesn't happen. It'd be like trying to breed a fluffy little bunny with a man-eating tiger.  
    Nope, I'll just have to be satisfied with knowing that, for however brief a moment, Draymond 'Drax' Maxwell thought I was yummy.  

The signing has flown by. The fifty fans who'd lined up early were joined by another couple hundred by the end of the two hours. I plopped countless piles of head