Page 13 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Chapter 5

Running away – a skill a certain rockstar has perfected

Aurora

I sigh as I wake up. My body is sore in all the right places. The best places. I stretch my arms toward the ceiling and the sheet falls down revealing my naked chest.

I usually hate sleeping naked but what’s the sense in putting on clothes when someone’s merely going to tear them off of you once he’s had time to refuel anyway? I have my flaws but I’m always sensible.

I roll over to reach for Jett but frown when I notice the other side of the bed is empty.

“Jett?”

I strain to hear a response but am met with silence. Hmmm… Maybe he’s in the kitchen and can’t hear me.

Except the kitchen is five steps from the bedroom and the walls in this apartment are paper thin.

I get out of bed and quickly don a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before going to find the rockstar. It takes approximately five milliseconds of searching to realize he’s not here.

What an asshole. Yes, Jett the drummer of Cash & the Sinners is famous for kicking women out of his bed. But I’m not some crazy fan or groupie. I’m his PA and – I thought – his friend.

We laughed and joked all afternoon yesterday while watching television. Afterwards, we ordered food from the Mexican place he loves and realized we’re both secretly in love with the dodgy restaurant.

Ugh. I shouldn’t have given in and had sex with him. But how could I resist? The man is sex on a stick. He’s been my wet dream for practically ten years. There was no chance I was resisting. Especially after I woke up from dreaming about him to find him in my bed – his cock hard and willing.

I pick up my phone. I’m going to give the man a piece of my mind. Assuming he answers. He never answers when I call. Not even when it’s for a band event.

Band event? Oh no. Aurora Sharpe get your head in the game. Jett is out in the world without supervision. I dial Jett’s personal security.

“Good morning, Ms. Sharpe,” Stan answers.

“It’s Aurora,” I respond without thinking.

“Ma’am, how can I help you?”

“You’re never going to call me Aurora, are you?”

He chuckles. “Probably not.”

I open my mouth to speak but pause when I realize I don’t know how to ask Stan where Jett is without coming off as a complete idiot who slept with her client last night.

“Did Jett get off okay this morning?” I ask with my fingers crossed.

“He did, ma’am. I got him to the airport for his flight.”

I blow out a breath. “Great. Thank you.”

I start to hang up but Stan clears his throat.

“Is there something else I should know about?”

“Well, ma’am.” He pauses. “I want you to know he’s not worth your tears.”

Welp. I guess I don’t need to wonder if Stan knows what happened last night.

“My tears? Why would I cry over Jett?”

“I’ll let you have your play but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

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