Page 46 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

In response, she begins to strip off her clothes. She throws her t-shirt on the floor and is left in a shiny pink bra that does nothing to conceal the size of her breasts.

“Whoa!” I hold up my hands and back away. “Not interested.”

“There’s no need to play hard to get. All the fans know you’re always interested in sex with a new woman.” She opens up her arms. “Here I am.”

“Things have changed.” I point to the door. “Please leave.”

“Is this a game?” Her eyes spark with challenge. “Do you want me to beg? Maybe get on the floor and crawl to you?”

“No. No. No. I want none of those things.”

She points to my still hard cock. “Your mouth says one thing. Your body says another.”

I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. “This has nothing to do with you.”

She shrugs. “I don’t care who you’re hard for.”

Is she for real? She’d fuck me even though I’d be thinking of another woman?

“Have some self respect.” I step toward the door, but she blocks my escape.

“Oh come on.” She massages her breasts. “Don’t you want your hands on these?”

The only breasts I want my hands on belong to Mercy. I bet she enjoys it a little rough. Lucky for her, I enjoy rough, too.

The woman places her hand on my chest and I forget all about Mercy. “Do not touch me.”

“What’s the big deal? You’ve had sex with half the country by now. Why not add me to the list?”

There is no list. I never kept track of the women I slept with. I used them. Plain and simple. My stomach sours at the thought. I’m an asshole. I need to treat women better.

I grasp the woman’s wrist and pull her hand away from me.

The door flies open and Jett stomps inside. “I knew it! I knew you were cheating on Mercy.”

“I’m not cheating on Mercy,” I grit out. “I’m trying to get rid of this woman without hurting her.”

He snorts. “Sure.”

“I’m serious. Nothing happened.”

“You’re naked. She’s half-naked and nothing happened? I’m not an idiot. I know you enjoy sex after a concert.”

I sigh. Explaining myself to everyone is getting tedious.

“Nothing happened. Can you escort her out of here?”

Instead of helping, he glances over his shoulder and hollers, “Guys!”

Cash, Dylan, and Fender join us.

The woman giggles. “Yippee. I’m getting all of the Sinners tonight.”

Dylan picks up her shirt and hands it to her. “Sorry to disappoint but we’re not interested.”

“She doesn’t understand the words not interested,” I say.

Cash crosses his arms over his chest. “How about these words? Security is on their way.”

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