Page 2 of The Billionaire's Fan

I am not at all prepared for that. Sure, I’m looking cute because I’m meeting a guy for a first date, but I don’t think that I’m dressed to meet the band. My palms are sweating. My heart is beating out of my chest.

I steady my breath, place the badge around my neck, and walk in the direction that I was instructed to.

Niles is huge. He’s intimidating and looks like he could split you in two. The scowl on his face looks to be permanent as he stays alert. I hesitantly approach and he sees the badge around my neck.

“Ah, Ms. Jordyn. I’ve been waiting for you. Give me a minute and I’ll get someone to take my place and I will bring you back.”He brings his walkie-talkie up to his mouth and says something, then a moment later, an equally intimidating man steps in his place and Niles ushers me back.

“Is this your first time meeting the guys?” he asks.

“The guys? I actually wasn’t even planning to. My date is back there, and he set this up.”

Niles smirks as if he knows something that I don’t.

“Well, ma’am, your pass gives you free access to all of backstage. And there’s food and drinks, which your wristband will get you.”

“Sounds great.”

“And here is where I leave you.” He stops in front of a closed door with a sign that reads “PRIVATE” in bold letters.

“In here?” I ask.

“Yes, ma’am. Enjoy the show.” And just like that, Theo is heading back in the direction from which we came.

There is an electric charge in the air. People are all over the place, moving cases, talking on their radios, and a few have clipboards with a direction of where they’re going.

Well, here goes nothing.

I knock on the door, and as if he was waiting on the other end, the door opens instantly.

My jaw drops at the sight in front of me.

Tight black shirt over worn jeans.

A smile that radiates boyish charm that can make a woman drop anything, including their panties.

He is six-foot-three, with an athletic build, a warm tan, and captivating blue eyes.

“You’re not Jeff.”

CHAPTER TWO

Asher

I received a text a week ago. It was Jordyn fromJingle. It was a text that came out of nowhere. But I played along. Hell, I didn’t even know whatJinglewas; I had to ask the guys. I downloaded the dating app right away and searched for her name. It wasn’t the easiest. She could have been anyone and anywhere. But with some backward sleuthing using the unique way her name was spelled and the area code from her phone number, I found her.

Jordyn was beautiful. She had a youthful, yet sophisticated look with a heart-shaped face and almond-shaped green eyes with an intense gaze. In her photos, she had a few different hairstyles. Long and flowing waves, to short, to relaxed updos. If I go by what I saw on her social media, she currently has longer hair. I was drawn to her and especially to the banter between us between texts.

Clearly, she thought I was someone else. Either that guy gave her the wrong number, or she wrote it down wrong. I was happy about the mix-up, regardless. I was thrilled to take his place. After all, it was his loss and my gain.

Since I narrowed down where she was, I also checked out our schedule and saw that Knights Honor would play close toEmpire Bay. One of my favorite areas of the country and a place where I call home. And also the last leg of the tour for the next two months.

So, I secured her a pass and in a way, tricked her into a first date. And by the look on her face right now, as she stands in the doorway to my private dressing room, she wasn’t expecting the guy she was texting back and forth with to be me. Asher Knight.

“You’re not Jeff,” she says after a moment of shock.

“No. My name is Asher. Not Jeff.”

“Okay, but is Jeff supposed to be here?” she asks, looking around me nervously into the room.

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