One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) by Ana W. Fawkes Page A

to
Mr. Plink.
    “Jessica,” he said when she
answered, not giving her a chance to say hello.
    “Mr. Plink.”
    “I have your story here,” he said.
“Raw words, yes. But I also have something else interesting here.”
    “Something else?” Jessica asked.
“Did I...”
    Jessica started to worry. She
deleted everything else she wrote, right? She hoped she didn’t accidentally
send something over.
    “Yes,” Mr. Plink said. “You sent me
a story about Alex Slader... and Jessica, he’s standing in my office. Looking
for you.”

 
    see
me i know you can see me i know you can see me i know you can see me i know you
can see me i know you can see me i know you can see me i know you can see me

.17.
     
    Everywhere Slader went everyone
wanted him. At his hotel he had been served an endless breakfast. He had to
smile, thinking about his band, who, according to Jerry, were all alive and
well, sleeping in various rooms throughout the hotel.
    That’s where they were meant to be.
Contained and alive. They’d wake and they’d start the party again. The only
thing that would be different is that they’d shower to freshen up and then look
for different women. Because the same woman more than one night was just...
odd.
    Odd as it may have been, Slader sat
in a leather chair staring at a skinny man with glasses who battled the deepest
intention to ask Slader for an autograph. But he couldn’t ask Slader because
not only would it be unprofessional, it may chase Slader away. And face it,
when Alex Slader was in your office, you sat, shut up, and listened to what he
needed.
    Slader made it simple for Henry
Plink at PL Sound. He wanted Jessica. He wanted her there, in the office, as
soon as possible. The second thing he wanted, once the sound of the email came
through on Henry Plink’s cell phone, was to read the article Jessica had written
and submitted. Nobody would have given that away... but what Slader wanted
Slader got.
    He read it and smiled the entire
time. It was the top layer of an amazing night. A night that captivated him in
a way that he was changed forever. A woman like Jessica, who just stepped out
of nowhere and stole everything he knew. And that included his pain, which was
an odd feeling because pain had become part of his normal life. Pain made
living a little more desperate and maybe even worth more of his effort and care.
    “I’m sure she’ll be here soon,”
Henry Plink said.
    “Of course she will. I want her
here.”
    Henry Plink smiled. A shaky smile.
“I hope everything went well last night.”
    Slader raised an eyebrow. The guy
sitting across from him was as fake as everything on the walls in the office.
The framed autographs and magazine covers. A couple guitars. It was like cliché
rock n’ roll took a shit in the office.
    It bothered Slader.
    He saw an acoustic guitar hanging
near a corner and stood to go get it. That’s when Henry Plink stood and looked
ready to speak his mind.
    “I’m going to play this,” Slader
said.
    “Okay,” Henry Plink said. “That’s,
uh, a very expensive guitar...”
    “How long have you been playing?”
    “Well, I don’t,” Henry Plink said.
    “That’s what I thought,” Slader
said.
    He started plucking notes, grabbing
different riffs from various Ashes in Vain songs, enjoying the cool, smooth
sound of the acoustic guitar. The strings were a little rough and smelled to
death of old metal. They needed to be changed. A fresh set of strings would
make the neck like butter and the strings move with an even smoother harmony.
    “That’s really awesome,” Henry
Plink said.
    “I know it is,” Slader said.
“That’s why I wrote it.”
    Slader continued to play, looking
at his hands and the way they moved. Normally he’d stare at his own technique,
wondering if there was a way to perfect it even more. But when he looked at his
hands this time all he could see was Jessica. He thought of the places his
hands had touched on her body. Where he had held her.