Free In Bed with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #2) (rockstar romance series) by Ana W. Fawkes

find me, hold me, tell me, give me.
Come to me, lie to me, do it all again. I’ll take it, love it, hate it, release
it, find it, hold it, tell it, give it. I’ll come to you, lie to you, you do it
all again. Capture me, take me, love me, hate me, release me, find me, hold me,
tell me, give me. Come to me, lie to me, do it all again. I’ll take it, love
it, hate it, release it, find it, hold it, tell it, give it. I’ll come to you,
lie to you, you do it all again. Capture me, take me, love me, hate me, release
me, find me, hold me, tell me, give me. Come to me, lie to me, do it all again.
I’ll take it, love it, hate it, release it, find it, hold it, tell it, give it.
I’ll come to you, lie to you, you do it all again.

.10.
     
    Carrie walked the street, corner to
corner, for the fourth time that night. She checked her cell phone and saw she
had another ten minutes to kill. She could have gone back to her car and relaxed
for those ten minutes, but her gut told her not to mess with John and the
contract anymore.
    It was getting out of hand.
    The contract clearly stated that
she needed to smell the night, look like the night, and beg for the money from
John.
    To put it in simple terms, Carrie
was a hooker tonight.
    It would continue until she fixed
what she had messed up in the contract. If she hadn’t frozen when she met
Slader, none of this would have been happening as it was. She could have been
sharing a bed with Slader and she could have fulfilled the contract with John.
She could have even been already falling in love with Slader. Maybe he’d whisk
her away somewhere. Maybe somewhere high above the world. Someplace hidden. Somewhere
meant for seduction, lust, and romance.
    Carrie stopped at the corner and
leaned against a stop sign pole. She hated wearing the short skirt and the low
cut top. More than once that night people had driven by her slowly. She wasn’t
sure what she would have done if someone actually stopped, looking for a
prostitute. It made her feel dirty, used, and angry. If it wasn’t for Slader
she wouldn’t feel so angry. She hadn’t seen Jessica in over a full day now. It
drove Carrie crazy. She didn’t want to think about it. She hated thinking about
it, but the images kept coming to her over and over.
    She pushed from the pole and began
another walk down the block. This would be her last one before turning into the
parking lot and walking to John’s apartment. John could see Carrie from his
window if he cared to. Knowing John, he probably did watch Carrie to ensure she
kept up with the contract and his orders.
    Carrie walked slow, one foot in
front of the other. She tried to be seductive because that’s what John told her
a hooker, desperate to make a few bucks before going to bed that night. Carrie
hated him so much for things like this. It should have turned her on to role
play, but it felt wrong… so wrong. More so, the money John had was nothing
compared to what Alex Slader definitely had. Carrie hated to be so bitchy and
greedy , but her breaking point had come and gone. As strange as it was, it
seemed that Jessica had been the one to keep her grounded. She had lived a
simple, innocent life, and that simple, innocent life led her into the arms of
Slader.
    At the parking lot, Carrie turned
and walked to the building. When she got to John’s apartment door, she knocked
three times, just like the standard directions in the contract. She waited and
John opened the door a little. He eyed her up and down.
    “What do you want?” he asked.
    “Here for you, baby,” Carrie said.
    “Yeah. How much?”
    “How much do you have?”
    “More than you can ever earn. Show
me what you have.”
    Carrie swallowed. She stepped back
without looking around because looking around would be a violation. She gripped
the bottom of her shirt and lifted it, along with her bra. She let her breasts
fall free and showed John. He smiled and nodded acting as though he’d never
seen Carrie’s chest