Page 5 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

His eyes heat. “If you want me to pull your hair, all you have to do is ask.”

I lean forward. “Now, we’re talking. Do you usually engage in hair play? How about spanking with a hairbrush?”

Virginia groans and covers her face. “I don’t want to know.”

Dylan slaps my shoulder. “Don’t embarrass Ginny.”

“Boring.” I down my beer.

My bandmates frown at me. I know they think I’m drinking too much, but I have it under control. I’m not an alcoholic. And I’m not discussing my drinking.

I stand. “Who’s ready to hit up Electric Vibes?”

I throw some cash on the table and aim for the door. Electric Vibes is a hippy bar in Winter Falls. It’s the only bar in Winter Falls. Lucky for me, it’s a cool place to hang out. It’s two doors down from the brewery, Naked Falls Brewing, where the band had dinner.

Everything’s close in Winter Falls. You can walk from one end of the town to the other in less than thirty minutes. What is a world-famous band doing here? I have no idea. We originally came to record our album at Bertie’s Recording Studio and never left.

I’m ready to hit the road to promote our new album but the lovebirds don’t want to go anywhere. In fact, we aren’t doing our typical world tour. We’re doing mini-tours for a year.

I’m bored and ready to do something else but I don’t know what. We’ve been recording or touring constantly for ten years now. I don’t know what to do with myself when I’m not occupied with the band. If I did, I’d be out of Winter Falls in a flash.

When we arrive at the bar, there’s a woman squaring off with Old Man Mercury at the door. Old Man Mercury is one of the original founders of Winter Falls. He puts Fender’s grumpiness to shame.

“I don’t care, Uncle Mercury,” the woman screeches as she stands in front of the bar to block Mercury from entering.

“Get out of my way, Mercy,” he grumbles at her.

“No. You shouldn’t be drinking.”

I bristle. I hate it when someone tells me not to drink. I imagine Mercury feels the same way.

“I’ll drink if I damn well want to.”

“The doctor said—”

“I don’t give a shit what the doctor said.”

I stroll up to them. “If the man wants a drink, let him drink.”

The woman whirls on me. I freeze when those dark brown eyes the color of a nice stout beer glare at me. My gaze roams over the rest of her. Her hair is auburn, the color of amber ale, and her lips are dark red. The woman’s a knockout.

I want her in my bed. I want those lips swollen from my kisses, my hands fisting those auburn strands, and her dark brown eyes overcome with passion. My cock twitches. He’s on board.

Thank fuck. He’s been a bit bored of the women I’ve brought to bed lately. But this woman – Mercy I believe her name is – intrigues him as she does me.

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion,” she growls at me. “In fact, I don’t know who you are.”

“Gibson Lewis.” I bow. “At your service.”

“Whatever.” She turns away to face Old Man Mercury again. “Mercury, you said—”

Hold on. Is she seriously ignoring me? Me, the rockstar?

Mercury wags a finger at her. “No, I didn’t. You assumed.”

I force my way in front of Mercy. “Excuse me. Do you not know who I am?”

She plants her hands on her hips. “Can you not see I’m busy?”

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