Page 62 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Jett’s cheeks darken, and my mouth drops open.

“Have you seriously been reading baby books?”

Gibson waves Jett’s phone in the air. “According to his kindle app, he’s reading What to Expect When You’re Expecting.”

Jett dives for Gibson. “Give me my phone.”

They wrestle on the couch. I sigh before stomping over to them. I snatch the phone from Gibson and hand it to Jett.

“Stop fooling around before I decide to throw up on the two of you.”

Jett jumps to his feet. “You are feeling nauseous. Why don’t I grab some of the ginger tea you were drinking on the jet?”

“Drinking on the jet?” Mike asks as he walks into the room.

Jett and his stupid mouth. My boss isn’t supposed to find out about me flying on the jet with the band. This is bad. He’s going to fire me for sure.

“It isn—” I begin but I don’t get to finish my sentence before Jett is there shoving me behind him.

“I insisted Aurora fly on the jet with us,” he says.

Does he not realize he’s making things worse? I’m not supposed to fraternize with the members of the band. Let alone have the baby of one of them. Jett sticking up for me is equivalent to him waving a big red sign with the words Aurora broke ALL the rules on it.

I try to move him out of the way. “It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right, it won’t,” Mike grumbles, “because you’re fired.”

I hang my head. I knew this would happen. It was only a matter of time.

“You are not firing Aurora,” Jett declares.

Cash, Dylan, Fender, and Gibson come to stand behind him.

“Aurora is a damn fine assistant. You can’t fire her for flying on the jet with us,” Cash insists and Fender grunts in agreement.

“She’s having Jett’s baby,” Gibson says and I groan. Don’t remind him! “Of course, Jett insisted she fly on the jet instead of fucking economy class.”

“For the amount of money you make off of us, you could at least fly her business class,” Dylan adds.

Mike waves Dylan’s concern away. “Aurora’s fine in economy class.” Said with the confidence of a man who hasn’t flown economy class in two decades. Asshole.

Mike steps closer. “What is not fine is Aurora breaking all of my no fraternizing rules.”

“You can’t fire her for fraternizing with us,” Jett claims.

Yes, he can. He’s done it a million times before with other assistants. I’ve managed to last as long as I have at his management company because I didn’t fraternize with the band I was assigned to.

Until I blew that rule out of the water after Jett got injured. Stupid sexy rockstar I couldn’t resist.

“I can fire Aurora for any reason I want,” Mike insists and visions of Jett and all the naked fun we had at my apartment disappear.

“Do you want me to finish out the tour? Or shall I pack my bags and leave now?” I ask since there’s no sense in fighting the inevitable.

Jett growls. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Yes, I am, drummer boy. I just got fired.”

“Mike is not firing you.”

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