Page 2 of How to Catch a Rockstar

The band’s manager, Mike, has offered me other bands to assist numerous times. I’ve turned him down each and every time. I’ve got the rest of the band members properly trained. I don’t want to start all over again.

Here goes nothing.

I push through the door and march into the room. I skid to a halt when my eyes land on Jett lying in the hospital bed. My heart thuds in my chest and my breath hitches. The man is a jerk but he’s a mighty fine jerk.

His shirt is off, showcasing his toned chest and abs. How I long to lick every inch of those hard muscles. I would outline his tattoos with my tongue while my hands explored every inch of him. I fist my hands before I reach for him.

I may long to spend nights tangled up in sweaty sheets with him, but Jett has made it perfectly obvious what he thinks of me. Not much.

“Aurora!”

His shout has me lifting my gaze to meet his. Those piercing blue eyes I want to drown in are currently filled with warmth. How I wish they were filled with warmth because he’s happy to see me. He’s not. He wants something.

He winks at the nurse cleaning his forehead. “She’s here to spring me out of here.”

And there you have it. The reason he appears happy to see me.

“No can do. You’re here for the night.”

His eyes narrow at me and he scowls.

I motion toward his head. “You have a concussion.”

He bats his eyelashes and sticks out his bottom lip. A lip I long to bite. “But I hate hospitals.”

The nurse steps away from him and I gasp. My feet hurry to him before I can order them to stay where they are.

I lift his hair to study his wound and nearly moan when I feel how silky it feels. Great. Another item to add to the list of ‘things I fantasize about on Jett’s body’. I force those thoughts out of my mind. No drooling over a rockstar when he’s got a big gash on his forehead.

“You have stitches.”

“Didn’t Nurse Luna do a wonderful job of stitching me up?” He winks at the nurse again, and I drop my hand.

What am I doing? No touching Jett.

Luna giggles. “You were an excellent patient.”

“He’s had enough practice,” I mumble under my breath.

“Nurse Luna doesn’t think I need to stay in the hospital overnight.” Jett wiggles his eyebrows at her and she practically swoons.

“He can stay with me. I promise I’ll watch over him all night long.”

“No can do. The doctor says you have to stay overnight for observation.”

“But I would have a nurse to personally take care of me,” Jett pleads.

Luna giggles. It’s obvious what her idea of caring for Jett means.

Rockstars are a pain in my ass. Why did I beg Mike to hire me again? Oh yeah, no one else would give me a job straight out of college and with no experience.

I cross my arms over my chest and stare Jett down. “And what happened the last time you left the hospital with a nurse?”

He smirks. “I had an excellent time.”

“And?”

He huffs. He doesn’t want to admit to what happened in front of the nurse.

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