Page 80 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Please. Scared isn’t part of my vocabulary.”

“Then, get out of the car and find out where we are.” Gibson doesn’t wait for me before opening his door. I rush to follow him. I’m not scared but I am curious.

“Mr. Lewis,” clipboard man greets Gibson. “Thank you for arriving on time.”

“You can thank me. I drove,” I say and extend my hand. “I’m Mercy.”

He purses his lips before nodding at me. I let my hand drop. Guess clipboard dude doesn’t shake hands.

“This way please.” He doesn’t wait for a reply before whirling around and marching away.

Gibson grasps my hand and we follow him.

“Is this some reenactment of Frankenstein?” I whisper.

“Not very patient, are you?”

I shrug. “Never promised I was.”

“Are you ready?” Clipboard dude asks when we stop.

The area is barely lit but I’m guessing by the echo we’re in a large room.

“Ready,” Gibson says.

The lights flicker on and I gasp at the sight in front of me. We’re standing in a garage filled with luxury cars. And none of those sissy electric ones either.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a private collection,” Clipboard dude explains. “I ask you to respect the vehicles. The doors are unlocked.” He checks his watch. “You have thirty minutes.”

He starts to walk away, but I stop him. “Do you have a creeper?”

“Pardon me. What is a creeper?”

“A board on wheels used by mechanics to get under the car,” I explain.

“I will procure one for you,” he says as he walks away.

As soon as he’s gone, I squeal and throw myself at Gibson. “Thank you. This is awesome. How did you arrange it?”

He wraps his arms around me but I push out of his hold. “No time for cuddling now. I have cars to examine.”

“Don’t I get a kiss in thank you?”

I push on my toes and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Gibson. Best surprise ever.”

You’re making me fall in love with you. I force thoughts of love out of my mind. Now is not the time to contemplate how he’s going to break my heart. Nope. I have cars to admire.

Chapter 23

Boob – as good a place as any to get an autograph

Gibson

“Where the hell is Jett?” Cash growls at me.

“Why are you asking me?”

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