Free Groupie Love (A Rock Star Romance) (Love in Shades) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

back to New York. I don’t want us to miss out on the next few days. I’m desperate here ‘cause I feel that we could be something special, you and me. I may be wrong but I think you feel it too.”
     
    She chews on her bottom lip as she looks away, contemplating my offer. “Why are you so insistent on having me?” she says in a quiet, tentative voice.
     
    “Cause you’re fucking hot,” I say with a cheeky smirk.
     
    She doesn’t seem amused.
     
    She deserves the truth. She deserves to know how I really feel about her.
     
    I rake my fingers through my hair. I feel my muscles tensing. “When we first met, you had no idea who I was, which was awesome. And then, even when you found out what I do for a living, you didn’t throw yourself at me…You’re making me work for this and that just makes me want you more.”
     
    She looks skeptical. “So, I’m a challenge?”
     
    I shake my head, my hands bracing her shoulders. “You’re refreshing. And genuine. You’re a breath of fresh air. In my world, I can snap my fingers and get a woman to drop her panties. But, it’s next to impossible to find a woman that’s beautiful and smart and talented, who isn’t afraid to be real with me. That’s why I like you Mackenzie. You’re the full package.”
     
    Red rushes to her cheeks.
     
    I make one final plea. “So, will you go out with me tonight?”
     
    She diverts her eyes, fighting the urge to smile as she says, “Okay. Fine.”
     
    I laugh. “Your enthusiasm just about to knocked me over,” I say sarcastically.
     
    She laughs, too as she skirts around me, heading towards the stairs with her breakfast in hand. “I’m gonna go rehearse. I’ll see you tonight.”
     
    And I’m grinning like I just won the lottery. “I’ll see you tonight,” I echo.
     
    Just as she’s about to walk out the door, she turns back to me and says. “And, Everson?”
     
    “Huh?”
     
    “I think I like you, too.”
     

Chapter 17
     
    Everson
     
     
     
    I throw my all-white Aston Martin convertible into park just outside of Prato , a hip new Portuguese restaurant that the executives from the record label took me and the band to a few months ago to celebrate the success of our first album. Apparently, everybody who’s anybody in L.A. has been spotted here.
     
    That’s why I want to take Mackenzie here. I want her to feel special.
     
    I toss my keys to the valet and glance over at Mackenzie. An ear-to-ear grin nearly splits my face.
     
    She looks so fucking hot!
     
    She’s wearing a little black top that bares her toned midriff and hot pink skirt that hugs her curves. Together with her tall, skinny heels, that knee-length skirt makes her legs look a mile long. Her hair is pinned back out of her face and falls in loose curls down her back as she stares at something that has caught her eye across the street.
     
    “You ready?” I ask, reaching out and pulling her hand into mine.
     
    She looks at me and smiles. “Sure.”
     
    I bring her hand to my lips for a quick kiss before I jump out of the driver’s seat and round the car to open her door. She steps onto the sidewalk and I hear camera bulbs popping. The paparazzi are here, of course, but I won’t let that stop me from enjoying my evening with the prettiest girl in town.
     
    The valet disappears with my car. Just as I’m about to guide Mackenzie into the restaurant, she slows and glances across the street again. “Everything okay?” I ask, already feeling slightly panicked. I don’t want anything ruining this perfect evening that I have planned for her.
     
    She hesitates for a beat. “That restaurant across the street – it looks good.”
     
    I squint over at the colorful awning bearing a cartoon drawing of a mariachi band and the name Taco Taco Taco Villa in big, goofy letters.
     
    I roar with laughter, tossing my head back and stomping my boot into the pavement. I try to simmer down when I notice that she looks a bit