Rock and Roll Country (Jesse's Girl #1) by Kandice Michelle Young Page A
Authors: Kandice Michelle Young
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chosen to eat here. To make it worse, the entire night has been filled with amateurs taking the stage and pretending to sing. I’ve been in Memphis, Tennessee for all of sixteen hours, and I already can’t wait to get back on the bus and off to another city. Truth be told, I didn’t even really feel like coming out tonight, but my mates wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Beale Street,” they said. “There will be loose ones lining up to fuck the one and only Jesse Lee.”
They got two things right. I am Jesse Lee, one of the biggest rock stars on the planet, and plenty of women have made passes at me tonight. None of them are worth much, though. Frankly, I’m getting tired of not having to work for it. I miss the thrill of the chase, and as of late I’ve been reconsidering many things about my life. The constant partying and random hookups being one of them.
Noticing the empty mugs lingering about the table, I call, “Excuse me. Can we get another round, please?”
The brunette waitress nods as she passes our table, and I hope that’s confirmation that she’ll handle it. Placing my lips over the rim of my glass, I settle into the back of my chair as the stage lights go dim again.
“Please welcome to the stage, our very own Sophie Westbrook,” the house switchboard monitor calls.
“Should be fun, ay mate?” Tag, my band mate and best friend asks.
“A blast,” I reply, sarcastically. “I’ve always wanted to watch a waitress pretend to be a starlet.”
He laughs, and takes another swallow from his house draft.
“Hi, everybody,” the petite blonde calls out at us.
She looks awkward, standing at the microphone in her baggy shorts and a fitted tank top. As she reaches for a guitar, the collar of her shirt falls just enough for me to get a small glimpse of her cleavage. Not the best I’ve seen, but certainly not the worst either. Maybe this wannabe has something to offer after all.
“How are y’all doing out there?” She asks.
Y’all. It’s a despicable word, yet the crowd of locals seems to eat her up.
“This one’s a new one I’ve been working on. It’s called ‘The Reason You Loved Me’. I hope you like it.”
She starts singing, and the energy in the room changes. On that stage, with shades of iridescent blues and purples kissing her skin, she’s not a skinny waitress in baggy clothing. She’s a siren, and we are all entranced by her. I watch as she croons about a love lost long ago and the haunting memories left behind. Her beautifully sad song speaks directly to my soul. If only I could comfort her, kiss her. Chase the sadness away from those lonely eyes. What’s happening to me? Jesse Lee doesn’t think like this, doesn’t act like this. Yet, as she finishes her song and the stage lights go bright once more, I can’t help but stand. Clapping, I watch as she gives a dainty curtsy, and exits the stage.
“Ok there, mate?” Tag questions, elbowing me.
I turn to find him curiously staring at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “If you’ll excuse me...” I drop enough cash on the table to cover my share of the tab. “I think I just found tonight’s catch.”
Catch Me If You Can
Sophie
“Waitress.”
Balling my fists to suppress my rage, I steady myself. For once, I would love to have a customer remember my name instead of using my occupation in its place. Turning slowly, I allow myself to take in what could quite possibly be the hottest guy to have ever walked through the door at Tony’s. Ripped muscles bulging from the leather jacket he wears, despite the sweltering heat threatening to suck us all under, he sits at a table by himself, a half-empty mug in front of him. His fingers running over his goatee, he gives me the one over and smirks.
“You really have no idea who I am, do you?” He asks, the condescending gleam in his blue-green eyes both infuriating and exciting me.
“Hmm...you’re self-important and
“Beale Street,” they said. “There will be loose ones lining up to fuck the one and only Jesse Lee.”
They got two things right. I am Jesse Lee, one of the biggest rock stars on the planet, and plenty of women have made passes at me tonight. None of them are worth much, though. Frankly, I’m getting tired of not having to work for it. I miss the thrill of the chase, and as of late I’ve been reconsidering many things about my life. The constant partying and random hookups being one of them.
Noticing the empty mugs lingering about the table, I call, “Excuse me. Can we get another round, please?”
The brunette waitress nods as she passes our table, and I hope that’s confirmation that she’ll handle it. Placing my lips over the rim of my glass, I settle into the back of my chair as the stage lights go dim again.
“Please welcome to the stage, our very own Sophie Westbrook,” the house switchboard monitor calls.
“Should be fun, ay mate?” Tag, my band mate and best friend asks.
“A blast,” I reply, sarcastically. “I’ve always wanted to watch a waitress pretend to be a starlet.”
He laughs, and takes another swallow from his house draft.
“Hi, everybody,” the petite blonde calls out at us.
She looks awkward, standing at the microphone in her baggy shorts and a fitted tank top. As she reaches for a guitar, the collar of her shirt falls just enough for me to get a small glimpse of her cleavage. Not the best I’ve seen, but certainly not the worst either. Maybe this wannabe has something to offer after all.
“How are y’all doing out there?” She asks.
Y’all. It’s a despicable word, yet the crowd of locals seems to eat her up.
“This one’s a new one I’ve been working on. It’s called ‘The Reason You Loved Me’. I hope you like it.”
She starts singing, and the energy in the room changes. On that stage, with shades of iridescent blues and purples kissing her skin, she’s not a skinny waitress in baggy clothing. She’s a siren, and we are all entranced by her. I watch as she croons about a love lost long ago and the haunting memories left behind. Her beautifully sad song speaks directly to my soul. If only I could comfort her, kiss her. Chase the sadness away from those lonely eyes. What’s happening to me? Jesse Lee doesn’t think like this, doesn’t act like this. Yet, as she finishes her song and the stage lights go bright once more, I can’t help but stand. Clapping, I watch as she gives a dainty curtsy, and exits the stage.
“Ok there, mate?” Tag questions, elbowing me.
I turn to find him curiously staring at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes. “If you’ll excuse me...” I drop enough cash on the table to cover my share of the tab. “I think I just found tonight’s catch.”
Catch Me If You Can
Sophie
“Waitress.”
Balling my fists to suppress my rage, I steady myself. For once, I would love to have a customer remember my name instead of using my occupation in its place. Turning slowly, I allow myself to take in what could quite possibly be the hottest guy to have ever walked through the door at Tony’s. Ripped muscles bulging from the leather jacket he wears, despite the sweltering heat threatening to suck us all under, he sits at a table by himself, a half-empty mug in front of him. His fingers running over his goatee, he gives me the one over and smirks.
“You really have no idea who I am, do you?” He asks, the condescending gleam in his blue-green eyes both infuriating and exciting me.
“Hmm...you’re self-important and
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