The Rock Star Next Door, a Modern Fairytale Read Free

down to Santa Monica later?”
    Jessie shrugged. Steve was her best fri end, her soul mate, the one guy aside from her brother she knew she could truly co unt on. Lately, Steve was proving more reliable than her twin.
    “We can cruise the pier.” Steve cajoled. “That way you can have those disgusting black bean and sweet potato burritos while I eat corn dogs and fries.”  
    “Sure. Let’s just swim in a vat of lard. Yuck . ”
    “You could stand to gain a few pounds, I won’t have you looking like those walking corpses they call models.”
    “And you cou ld quit smoking.”
    “Back off, Babe . ”  Steve held up a hand to deflect her well-honed strike. “Hey, get a load of that, lover boy’ s going to confer with his boss. ” Steve mused as he watched Kyra’s boyf riend walk through the iron gate separating their law n from that of the infamous Lex. The rock star just happened to be out on his deck adjacent to theirs and not more than twenty feet away, reading the paper and soaking up the sunshine.
    Jessie leaned forward to get a better view of the legendary Lex through the quasi-privacy of latticework and creeping vines. He couldn’ t see them but she could see him through the small diagonal openin g. He was gorgeous. Tall, muscular, with long dark hair, and oh so sexy with his California tan. She had a devastating crush on him in middle school . When the other girls were sw ooning over the tame pop singers of adolescence , she discovered Lex. Decked out in tight black leather pants and looking like a member the Hell’s Angels biker gang with his six pack abs, long, wild hair, sporting tats and body piercings, he was the bad boy personified. H is sexually explicit lyrics made parents scream for an R rating on his music covers and ban him from their homes .
    She’d seen Lex on MTV in video at the tender age of fourteen and his raw masculine se nsuality had captured her heart. T hose erotic lyrics made her want him to come out of the speakers and charm her clothes right off of her. His haunting renegade soldier of fortune image seemed to set the stage for a long line of bad boys through her high school years. Since those turbulent years of teenage angst and misguided lust , she’d become famou s. Jessie had male groupies following her now and the fan letters to prove it .
    Watching Kyra’s heart get ground into so much hamburger in recent years by rival band members and male groupies alike, Jessie avoided the sexual component of the Rock and Roll lifestyle. Instead, she buried herself in the fantasy world of historical romance novels. The couple always had a happily ever after, just like in the fairytales --once they worked through t he obstacles in their relationship. Jessie preferred to curl up every night with a good rom anc e novel instead of a different lover, u nlike Kyra, who played the male groupies during tours better than she played guitar.
    Wouldn’t that little tidbit of well-guarded truth just k nock ‘em dead at Rolling Stone magazine? What is it you dream about Ms. Kelly, your most private tho ughts . . . honestly now? “Honestly, male model Jimmy Thomas in a pirate’s costume vaulting over my balcony some night to carry me away t o paradise. ”
    Ah, Lex was just as sexy and virile up close as any model on the cover of her beloved romances. He could be a dangerous pirate sporting an eye patch, a marauding Norman Knight, or a powerful English Lord in a eighteenth century manor house, just waiting for the perfect woman to come along and tame his wild heart.
    Damn , he was gorgeous, drop dead gorgeous . Jess thought as she gazed at the man himself between the openings in the lattice work separating their properties. Lex was everything a girl could want, even after high school. He was rich, famous-- and as far above her as the stars in the sky.
    Stop it Jessie, stop drooling. Might as well reach for the moon.
    She’d met ple nty of icons in the rock world and movie stars. One learned to