Page 19 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

She rolls her eyes.

I’m not lying. The car is sexy. But so is she. She’s wearing cut-off jeans showing off miles of tanned legs with a pair of cowboy boots.

I force my gaze off those legs I want wrapped around my waist and notice her black t-shirt says My neighbors listen to country music whether they like it or not. I smile. My sassy girl chose this t-shirt to piss me off but I’m not falling into her trap. She can rave about her choice in music all she wants. Rock will always be better.

She slams the car door shut. “Let’s do this.”

“You can at least pretend to be excited.”

“Excited about what?”

“Me. I am a catch, you know.” I waggle my eyebrows.

She huffs. She’s not excited today, but I’ll change her mind. Eventually.

I hold out my hand. She scowls at me and I wiggle my fingers. “Girlfriends hold their boyfriend’s hand.”

I don’t have any personal experience with the matter but I’ve watched three of my bandmates fall in love over the past year. Cash, Dylan, and Fender can’t keep their hands off their women.

“Fine,” she mutters.

When our hands meet, a spark of electricity runs from her hand to mine and through my body heating me from within. My cock twitches. He’s fully onboard with this development.

I ignore it. I knew I was attracted to Mercy when we made this fake relationship deal. I also knew I wasn’t going to act on it. I don’t do relationships and Mercy has relationship written all over her.

“Whoa!” Jett skids to a stop in front of us. “Who’s this? And why are you holding her hand?”

I push him. “Why do you think I’m holding her hand?”

“You’re afraid she’ll run away.”

Mercy giggles.

“Hi!” Jett greets her with a smirk. “I’m Jett. Dump him and I’ll show you a night to remember.”

I growl at him. “No. Leave her alone. She’s mine.”

Mercy nods in agreement, and Jett’s eyes widen. “Does this mean I won?”

Fuck. I forgot all about the stupid bet. Mercy’s going to run away faster than the V8 engine in the Dodge Charger can carry her when she learns about it.

“Won what?” She asks.

“Nothing,” I insist.

She ignores me. “Tell me more, Jett.”

Jett opens his mouth to answer, but I don’t let him. I tackle him and we fall to the ground as we wrestle with each other.

Indigo rushes over to Mercy. “What are they arguing about?”

I continue to fight with Jett. I trust Indigo to not tell Mercy about the bet. She’s too interested in me finding love, which is one of the reasons I decided to start this whole charade in the first place.

“Do I know you?” Mercy asks.

“Indigo. We met outside the bar when you were fighting with your uncle.”

Virginia and Leia join the group of women. “This is Virginia and Leia. Virginia is with Dylan and Leia is with Fender.”

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