Page 82 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

I roll my eyes. “Did you finally find a woman to lower her standards for you?”

“Don’t be jealous I’m winning.”

I bite my tongue before I tell him I no longer give a shit about winning our bet. He can sleep with as many women as he wants. I’m only interested in sleeping with one woman. One very sassy woman who’s my match in and out of bed.

“What the hell, Jett?” Cash asks. “We were worried about you.”

“With good reason.” Dylan waves toward Jett’s head.

I step closer. There’s a ragged scar about two inches long near his temple. “What the hell happened? And why didn’t you contact us?”

He waggles his eyebrows. “I had company.”

I cross my arms and glare at him. “You still should have contacted us.”

“It was fine. One night in the hospital was all.”

“You were in the hospital and didn’t call? What the hell, Jett? I’m your emergency contact. I should have been informed.”

“Like I said, I wasn’t alone.”

“What happened?” Dylan asks.

“I hit my head.”

Dylan sighs. “I can see you hit your head. How did it happen?”

“I fell while surfing. I got a new scar and a concussion as a participation prize.”

“Are you trying to break the record on how many concussions a person can get?” I ask.

“Nah. I don’t play football.”

“If you’re done, can we start with the meet and greet?” Mike checks his watch. “Which is now officially thirty minutes off schedule.”

“I thought Aurora was the one who had a hard-on for schedules,” I joke.

Jett grimaces. I am so done with Jett and Aurora and their hate-on. They need to get over it already. We’re professionals. They need to act as such.

Mike ushers us forward and we line up behind him. We walk through the sound room. “Ready?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before opening the door.

Immediately the crowd starts to chant. Sinners! Sinners! Sinners!

Jett throws his hands in the air. “Who’s ready to meet and greet me?”

Women rush to him and the security team hurries to protect him from being crushed.

“Shouldn’t you take it easy after your concussion?” I have to shout to be heard.

A woman bats her eyelashes at him. “I can take care of you. I’m a nurse.”

Jett waggles his eyebrows. “I always did enjoy playing doctor.”

I guess he’s fine. I leave him to do his thing.

“Gibson, Gibson!” A woman waves to get my attention.

“Hi,” I greet.

---