Free Bad Boy vs Millionaire by Candy J Starr Page B

we play. Did you give them a list of what we need?”
    “ What the hell, Spud? We aren’t Spinal Tap.” Jack flashed a look at me with his mouth twitching but I thought if I looked too amused, it’d just outrage Spud.
    “ How could I give them a list when I don't even know myself?”
    Spud grinned to himself, as though pleased he had something he could find fault with.
    “ We don't even need a rider, do we? Just a few beers are enough. It's not like we’re big rock stars, demanding fancy foods and only green-coloured towels and that kind of thing.” Eric smiled at me.
    “ To be honest, I was more worried about things like how they were going to promote you. Making sure you got radio interview time and the size of your name on the posters and that kind of thing.”
    Jack smiled at me. “So, how big is our name going to be?”
    “ Pretty big, considering you’re an unknown band with no interstate fan base.” I felt as though I'd been pretty damn tough when it'd come to that side of things. If they looked like stars from the start, they'd get more attention.
    “ Yeah, but the rider. That is the difference between looking like a hick band with no idea and professionals. We need to make an impression.”
    “ An impression back stage with groupies, huh, Spud?”
    My heart sunk. I hadn't even thought about the groupies. I knew there was always a bunch of chicks hanging off Jack but they'd be getting real groupies. Crazed ones that would go to any lengths to sleep with him. Every night. He'd be surrounded by adoring women with no pride.
    “ Why aren't you eating, Hannah?” Eric-Mama asked. “Are you unwell? Did you pick up some horrible Japanese disease?”
    “ I'm fine,” I replied. Damn groupies. I hated them all. How could I compete with groupies? They just wanted sex and nothing else. While I wasn’t even sure what I wanted. It was like having the candy store open with help yourself service compared to having to prepare a gourmet meal. Then I smiled and felt better, remembering that I was a gourmet meal and worth the effort.
    “ Did Jack help you make this lot of kimchi?” I asked Eric-Mama.
    “ As if. He is the worst kimchi helper ever. Next time, you can help me. You would be better than him. Not you though, Metal Face. All that metal might make the cabbage taste bad.”
    “ Poor Angie.”
    “ She is not poor. Why would such a pretty girl do such things to herself? She makes herself look weird.”
    Angie just laughed. “I like my piercings.”
    Eric-Mama shook her head, totally unable to understand.
    “ I love your skirt,” Angie said, turning away from Eric-Mama. “Did you buy it there?”
    I launched into a story about my shopping trip, then realised I needed to edit the bits about Tamaki out. I hated not being open with Angie but what could I say in front of Jack? Especially like that. It wasn't as if I wanted to keep it a secret. I'd not done anything wrong but somehow I didn't want to talk about it.

Chapter 12.      Hannah
    I woke up in Jack's bed. Alone. But the pillows smelt of him and the bed held the indentation of his body.
    After dinner the night before, we'd sat around talking and drinking until late. Jack had played us his new song. And, as he strummed his guitar, his glances at me made me buzz inside. But we'd not had a chance to be alone all night and I'd been so exhausted after the flight home that I'd crashed before everyone had even left.
    I grabbed my stuff and headed downstairs for the shower.
    Jack was in the kitchen, making breakfast. How could a man look so good first thing in the morning? With his tussled hair and baggy PJ bottoms… and I didn't even want to think about his arms in that tank top. That curve from his shoulders down his arm. A classically trained ballerina could not move as gracefully as that curve in his muscle. If I thought too hard about it, the only decision left in this world would be whether I wanted to trace that indent with my fingertip or my