Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Emme Rollins Read Free Book Online Page A

secrets, musicians only.” Then he glanced at me and smiled that lopsided smile, amending himself. “Musicians and pretty ladies.”
    Rob and Voss started talking guitars and slides and licks and I tuned them out again. I liked watching, Rob ’s eyes shining as he talked music with one of his idols, Voss smiling and looking at him like any elder would some young buck—tolerant, patient and a little amused. Voss finished off four more shots, following those with two more beers as they talked. I was still nursing my first, but Rob was on his third.
    “ So, pretty lady, do you sing?” Voss flicked open his lighter and lit another cigarette. It just added to the image of the raspy-voiced blues artist.
    “ No.” I blushed. “Only in the shower.”
    “ Now that I’d like to see.” Voss leaned back in his chair, tipping the legs up.
    “ Don’t let her fool you. She’s amazing.” Rob, who I thought had forgotten about me while they were lost in conversation, turned to put his arm over my shoulder.
    “ No, I’m not!” I gaped at him, pinching his leg under the table.
    “ So, pop star, wanna come up and sing something with me?” Voss offered, but he was still looking at me.
    “ Me? Really?” Rob’s jaw dropped.
    “ Sure.” Voss stabbed his just-lit cigarette out. “I’m due up there in half an hour. I’ll call you and the pretty lady up for a song.”
    My heart beat in my throat so hard I couldn ’t even talk.
    “ Hell, yeah!” Rob accepted. “We’d love to!”
    Voss got up, downing the rest of his beer and tossing some money on the table for the waitress in spite of her insistence the drinks were on the house.
    “ See you in a few.” He gave me another wink before wandering toward the bar.
    “ I can’t believe you!” I hissed. “There is no way I’m going to get up there!”
    “ Oh, come on, don’t be a killjoy.” Rob poked my ribs. “I’ll sing—you just stand there and be the pretty lady.”
    “ Very funny, Mr. Burns.” I gave him a sour look, lips pursed, eyes narrowed.
    “ How about another beer? Or a shot?” Rob signaled to the waitress. “That will loosen you up!”
    “ I’m a lightweight and you know it.”
    “ Yep.” He ordered two shots.
    When she set them down, the blonde leaned down and whispered something into Rob ’s ear again.
    “ Sure, where?” he asked. I watched as she lifted her shirt free from her skirt, exposing her smooth belly, a little hoop in her navel. She handed him a Sharpie, and I watched, my arms folded across my chest, as she turned around and pulled her skirt down her hip, revealing a small tattoo of “Hello Kitty.”
    “ Right over the pussy.” She lifted her shirt out of the way, revealing a smooth expanse of skin. Rob signed his name there, right over “Hello Kitty’s” head. The girl turned and kissed him. She aimed for his mouth but he turned his head and she got more cheek than she wanted.
    I grabbed for the shot she set in front of me, frowning at the dark amber-colored liquid. I downed it, choking and coughing as it burned its way through my chest, my eyes watering. I smacked the table a few times, as if the motion would move the fire through me a little faster.
    Rob lifted the colorless shot at me. “This one was yours. Peach schnapps. You just drank the whiskey.”
    I grabbed it from him, swallowing. It burned less this time, the taste a little sweeter. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling my eyes watering again, tears slipping down my temples. I opened my eyes, looking for my beer.
    “Well, that should loosen you up!” Rob stared at me, open-mouthed.
    He wasn ’t kidding. I didn’t drink often, and when I did, it was more along the lines of wine coolers and mixed drinks. I was never much of a party girl in high school and college. I’d never done a shot in my life. I felt fuzzy almost immediately. It brought a dull buzzing sensation, like a livewire loose in my head. It’ll fade, I reasoned with myself. Just a