I Want You to Want Me (Rock Star Romance #2) by Erika Kelly Read Free Book Online

hang out with you guys for a little while.”
    Legit answer. Okay, so maybe she
was
just a nymph. He relaxed a little. “You from Daytona?”
    She shook her head with a soft smile. “Just visiting.”
    He liked her soft voice and the spark in her eyes. “So where’re your friends, Scarlet? What’re you doing alone on a bus with a bunch of horny rockers?”
    “My friends are with ElectroRocket.” She made a face, indicating she didn’t like that band. “I hate electronic music. I like you guys much more.”
    “You like our music or you want to hang out with the band?”
    “I’m down to party. It’s just . . . I don’t have a ride until my friends get kicked off ElectroRocket’s bus, you know? I didn’t want to party with them—they don’t have the best reputation—and then I saw Slater, and I thought . . .” She hunched her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’d see what was going on with you guys.” She stepped closer to him, eyelids lowering just a little. “You don’t want me here?” She got a little breathy.
    He leaned a hip against the counter. What he wanted was to find out how Irwin had reacted to the pictures in the press, but Emmie and Slater probably wouldn’t surface until morning, and Gen had spent half the day traveling back to the city.
    “Tell you what. In forty minutes, we hit the road. So you want to hang with a rock band . . .” He gestured to the guys. “That’s your best bet.”
    Meanwhile, he’d spend his forty minutes with Gen. Maybe get some phone sex.
    “They’ve already got friends.” Her pink tongue flicked out to moisten her lips.
    A shock of lust hit him, making his dick hum. Okay, hehad no idea what-was-what with this chick, but her whole demeanor . . . she was just too fucking
elegant
to be a nymph. “That’s kind of how it works, sweetheart. So just enjoy it while you can.” He pushed away from the counter. “Coop?”
    His friend had a girl on each knee; one had her hands shoved down his pants. Maybe he should send Scarlet to someone else.
    “Ben?” The drummer was swallowed up in a three-pack.
“Ben?”
    Ben tore his attention away from the girls.
    “You got room for one more?”
    The drummer smiled, checking Scarlet out. “Fuck, yeah. Come on over, beautiful.” One of the girls gripped his shoulder and forcibly returned him to the conversation.
    “Did you just pass me off to someone else?” Scarlet didn’t have even a hint of hurt in her. She just looked amused.
    “That a problem? It’s not like you had your heart set on me.” Like nymphs cared who they fucked, as long as they could say they got with someone in a band.
    “I wouldn’t bring my
heart
into it, but the rest of me was looking forward to spending time with the bass player.”
    So she knew what he played. “You got a thing for bass players?”
    “Oh, yeah. You guys are the coolest. I always think the front man’s so . . . full of himself. I can’t stand show-offs. All big and loud and look-at-me.”
    He liked this chick. “And yet you saw Slater and thought you’d get some of that.”
    She smiled. “Well, come on, Slater-fucking-Vaughn? Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
    What the fuck?
    “I’m just kidding. Seriously, everyone knows he’s with that girl . . . I forget her name. I’m just messing with you. No, seriously, he’s not my type.” While her smile was sweet, it was also soft and surprisingly sensual.
    “Okay, well, have fun. I’ve got shit to do.”
    If he were drunk, he wouldn’t have noticed it. If he weren’t already suspicious, he probably wouldn’t have either. But he
did
notice the look of intensity—the rush ofenergy that suddenly galvanized her. “We could do shit together. We’ve got, what, thirty-five minutes?”
    “I’m not the guy for you. Don’t worry, they’ll show you a good time.”
    If he stayed with her any longer, he probably would’ve caved. She had a soft, sexy femininity that stirred his blood. So he quickly