Free The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop by Terry Towers Page B

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    They were guided to the side of the stage, just out of the line of sight of the crowd so they could watch the remainder of the concert from there. But, despite how much she'd enjoyed the concert so far, her mind was racing with thoughts of Bo and what was going to happen between them next.
    The guys did two encore songs before ending the concert and making their way backstage. As the band exited the stage, they immediately became surrounded with assistants, passing them bottles of water, beer, and asking what they needed.
    Jeremy elbowed his way over to Jackie and picked her up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, and pressed herself against him. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss, neither one seeming to be interested that there was anyone around. Seconds later, the two had disappeared.
    Hanna averted her gaze, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. She searched for Bo and found him surrounded by a group of teenage girls, all with backstage passes around their necks and fighting for his attention. Feeling her gaze on him, he glanced over at her and gave her a knowing look, holding his index finger up at her as he turned his attention back to the excited girls.
    Well, okay . Spotting an assortment of upcoming events posters on the wall, Hanna strolled over and glanced at the posters, pretending to be interested in them.
    "Hanna?"
    Hanna jumped, feeling a strong hand on her shoulder. It was the guard that had led her and Jackie from the audience and out back. "Yes?" She looked around the massive frame of the guard and spotted Bo. He was still busy entertaining the young women and a couple of reporters had joined the fray.
    "Bo noticed the reporters coming so wanted me to take you back to his dressing room. He said he won't be long."
    She glanced over at the reporters, one being the female from the previous night and nodded. She had no desire to be interrogated by that woman. Hell, she wouldn't be able to explain her relationship with Bo if she tried. She was still working that out for herself. "Okay."
    "Come with me." The guard made a point to block her from the reporters view as he steered her towards the dressing rooms. Hanna was grateful.
    "Do you know how long he'll be?"
    "Give him a half hour to an hour tops."
    Hanna's heart sank as she prayed she wouldn't have to wait an hour.
    Arriving at his dressing room door, the guard reached around her and opened the door, pushing it fully open.
    "Thanks, a bunch. I-" She gasped and froze as she peered into the room and her eyes caught sight of a young blonde haired girl, fully naked - with the exception of her backstage pass - and stretched out on the red leather sofa, her legs spread wide in invitation.
    The guard seemed unfazed by the young woman. "You're not supposed to be in here Miss. Please get dressed and I'll escort you out."
    The blonde pouted as she fondled the pass around her neck. "But I have a pass. And I wanted to surprise Bo."
    "Oh-dear-God!" Hanna spun around so her back was to the woman, as she tried to purge the image of the woman's big - likely fake - breasts from her mind.
    "You're not allowed back here. Please get dressed Miss."
    "But I have a surprise ," she whined and Hanna faintly heard a wet smacking sound. She didn't want to imagine what the sound was, but the image of the woman fingering herself forced itself into her mind. Was this what Bo experienced all the time? Did he indulge himself in the women that threw themselves at him? The girl was gorgeous, she'd give her that; she supposed she couldn't blame him if he did.
    "Don't touch me, you ogre!" The woman screeched, along with the sound of shuffling feet.
    Hanna crossed her arms over her chest, and let out a loud huff of air.
    "Fine! You're such an ass!"
    The guard, with his hand firmly on the now dressed blonde's upper arm walked past Hanna.
    "I'm so much hotter than her!" The blonde spat, glaring over her shoulder at Hanna, as she was pulled by the arm, down the