So I Married a Rockstar Read Free Page B

He's the ultimate rockstar."
    "Yeah, right," I snort as I start tidying up the table.
    "No, seriously. Dude's bad ass. Look at how he handles all those other whackjobs on The Street. Plus, he's a singer. Hell, he's got more Twitter followers than me!"
    I try not to drool when he stands to his full height, working out the kinks in his back after sitting for so long. It's like watching my very own personal strip show -- minus the stripping, of course, but the effect is the same. I have to look away or I'm pretty sure my panties will float away on the ensuing flood of desire.
    Clearing my throat, I'm about to ask him if he's ready to leave for the concert venue when I look up. He's watching the Barbie wannabe and jealousy twists up my guts. Which is ridiculous. We're polar opposites, Drax and me. He's a flamboyant, attention-seeking entertainer. I'm...not.
    Still, I'm not at all happy about him ogling that woman so I 'accidentally' drop a box of headshots on the table, making him jump and forcing his electric orbs on me. As soon as he turns my way, it's like a cool breeze whispering across my hot skin. But I'm over the initial shock of animal attraction and can now speak freely.  
    Or...maybe not.
    His eyes bore into me as I stand before him, mute and stupid. Then it gets worse. They start to twinkle with amusement.  
    "Pretty good turn-out, wouldn't you say?"
    He's thrown me a life preserver and I clutch it like a drowning woman.  
    "Yeah," I croak, clearing my throat and my mind. "Very much so, considering the location. Not a lot of metal-heads in The Castro."
    His chuckle rumbles through me like a train. "No joke. How did that happen, anyway? Nepotism?"
    A wink sends ripples of sizzling electricity buzzing through my body. I swear to all that's holy -- or un holy, in this case -- I almost sigh like a groupie. I manage to get a hold of myself and force something resembling a smile to my lips.
    "Kinda. The store you were originally booked at canceled after they realized they'd double-booked the day. I called my dads as a favor to Harry, and they were -- and I'm not kidding -- ecstatic about it."
    "Well, thank you and thank them. Lola to the rescue!"
    I blush at the compliment. I'm loathe for him to leave but I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. If I had a few minutes to myself, I'm sure I could settle down enough to finish this gig.  
    "You only have a couple hours before you need to be at the venue," I remind him.  
    It's an outdoor amphitheater across the bay that holds a little over eight thousand. Not a stadium, of course, but the show is nearly sold out. That's not shabby at all in the world of rock concerts. Too bad I'll have to listen to it.
    Drax crosses his arms and rests one narrow hip against the table in that oh-so-delicious bad-boy way that gets my insides boiling.
    "Trying to get rid of me so soon?"
    Seems as if there should be a limit to how red a person can turn but apparently my skin didn't get the memo.
      "No, not at all," I stammer. "I just didn't know...I mean, if you want to eat or..."
    I can't believe he just stands there and watches me squirm. I swear, he's actually enjoying it!
    "Tell me, Lola. You like my music?"
    My eyes widen at the question. What a sight I must be: Red face, bulging eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
    "I, uh, well, um..."
    He smirks. "It's okay, I can take it."
    I swallow hard and look everywhere but directly into his eyes. It's less out of embarrassment and more out of survival.
    "Actually, I kinda hate hard rock."
    "Hard alternative," he corrects.
    I shrug. "Whatever you call it, it doesn't suit me. I'd rather listen to Taylor Swift or Tom Waits."
    "That's a pretty diverse range, right there."  
    He doesn't laugh outright but I can hear the amusement in his voice. That raises my hackles a bit, so I lift my chin defiantly and meet his gaze.  
    "What can I say? I grew up in a funky record store. I'd also rather stay home on a Friday night with