Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) by Arabella Quinn Page A
Authors: Arabella Quinn
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missed him. I wanted some of
the attention that he threw around to every woman in sight except for me. It
was a mistake to have pushed him away. I knew Tyler wasn’t the type to give his
whole self to any one woman, but I didn’t care anymore. Tonight, I was hoping
to claim my little piece of him.
I stepped back from the mirror satisfied
that I looked my best. I was excited for the night ahead. We hadn’t had a break
since Cold Fusion’s brutal touring schedule had started. Tonight was just the
break I needed, even though I suspected that the pre-launch party was just an
excuse for the Vibe’s executives to party in Las Vegas.
Rock Star Diaries had worked on a
severely compressed schedule to meet the network’s demands that the first show
air while Cold Fusion was still on tour. Since the Rock Star Diaries’ crew and
the band would miss the premiere viewing party because of a concert scheduled
that night, The Vibe graciously decided to throw us a party early. I had
already heard buzz that The Vibe was planning to extend us another contract
based on prelaunch data indicating the show would be a huge success. If so, the
schmoozing and flattery tonight would be delectable and I would enjoy every
last minute of it.
I snatched my fuchsia clutch from the bed
and started making my way down to the ballroom. I ran into my assistant,
Michael James, in the elevator.
Michael looked up from his phone. “Oh,
good. I’m not the last one to arrive. I just got off the phone with Darren
Reynolds. Everything is set for tomorrow.”
Hugo had been right. Michael had turned
out to be an extremely competent and efficient assistant, but in this job, you
needed to possess social savvy, too.
“Great, but no more working for tonight!
We need to socialize and rub elbows with the bigwigs while we get this chance.
Network. Get your name out there. This is a great opportunity for both of us.
And try to enjoy yourself a little on the side, too.”
Michael groaned. “I hate these things. I
suck at making small talk. I always end up just standing around feeling stupid.”
I smiled in sympathy. “At least you don’t
have to make a speech tonight. My advice, do a couple of shots as soon as you
get there to take the edge off. And if you find yourself feeling awkward any
time, come find me. I’ll introduce you to whoever I’m with.”
“Thanks Katie. I wish I had your
confidence. You look, er, very pretty, by the way.” He looked as if he just
remembered to compliment me.
“Remember, confidence can be faked.” I
winked conspiratorially at him. “And you look quite handsome yourself.”
It reminded me that virtually any man
looked good in black tie when the normally pasty faced and ever serious Michael
James looked handsome. I couldn’t wait to see my rock stars all dressed up. My rock stars.
In my enthusiasm for the night, I had
forgotten that the media would inevitably be invited to cover the event. When I
stepped into the ballroom, several voices called my name, “Ms. Winston, over
here.” I automatically smiled and posed as flashbulbs went off all around me.
Michael quickly left my side to beat a hasty retreat.
The ballroom was already crowded. Even in
a room full of executives who probably hadn’t attended a rock concert in over
two decades, Cold Fusion was still the center of attention. I worked my way
through the crowd towards them, greeting and stopping to chat with a few people
along the way.
When he saw me approaching, Nick pulled away
from the crowd with a girl on his arm. I recognized the girl from the tabloids that
I had so salaciously read when the scandal had broken. The girl was Nick’s
step-sister, Allison.
“Hey, Katie. This is my girlfriend,
Allie.” Nick had his arm around her waist, holding her close to his body. His
eyes burned with defiance, like he was daring me to object.
I smiled warmly. “Hi, Allie. It’s nice to
meet you. I hope you’re planning to stick around for a while. It would be
the attention that he threw around to every woman in sight except for me. It
was a mistake to have pushed him away. I knew Tyler wasn’t the type to give his
whole self to any one woman, but I didn’t care anymore. Tonight, I was hoping
to claim my little piece of him.
I stepped back from the mirror satisfied
that I looked my best. I was excited for the night ahead. We hadn’t had a break
since Cold Fusion’s brutal touring schedule had started. Tonight was just the
break I needed, even though I suspected that the pre-launch party was just an
excuse for the Vibe’s executives to party in Las Vegas.
Rock Star Diaries had worked on a
severely compressed schedule to meet the network’s demands that the first show
air while Cold Fusion was still on tour. Since the Rock Star Diaries’ crew and
the band would miss the premiere viewing party because of a concert scheduled
that night, The Vibe graciously decided to throw us a party early. I had
already heard buzz that The Vibe was planning to extend us another contract
based on prelaunch data indicating the show would be a huge success. If so, the
schmoozing and flattery tonight would be delectable and I would enjoy every
last minute of it.
I snatched my fuchsia clutch from the bed
and started making my way down to the ballroom. I ran into my assistant,
Michael James, in the elevator.
Michael looked up from his phone. “Oh,
good. I’m not the last one to arrive. I just got off the phone with Darren
Reynolds. Everything is set for tomorrow.”
Hugo had been right. Michael had turned
out to be an extremely competent and efficient assistant, but in this job, you
needed to possess social savvy, too.
“Great, but no more working for tonight!
We need to socialize and rub elbows with the bigwigs while we get this chance.
Network. Get your name out there. This is a great opportunity for both of us.
And try to enjoy yourself a little on the side, too.”
Michael groaned. “I hate these things. I
suck at making small talk. I always end up just standing around feeling stupid.”
I smiled in sympathy. “At least you don’t
have to make a speech tonight. My advice, do a couple of shots as soon as you
get there to take the edge off. And if you find yourself feeling awkward any
time, come find me. I’ll introduce you to whoever I’m with.”
“Thanks Katie. I wish I had your
confidence. You look, er, very pretty, by the way.” He looked as if he just
remembered to compliment me.
“Remember, confidence can be faked.” I
winked conspiratorially at him. “And you look quite handsome yourself.”
It reminded me that virtually any man
looked good in black tie when the normally pasty faced and ever serious Michael
James looked handsome. I couldn’t wait to see my rock stars all dressed up. My rock stars.
In my enthusiasm for the night, I had
forgotten that the media would inevitably be invited to cover the event. When I
stepped into the ballroom, several voices called my name, “Ms. Winston, over
here.” I automatically smiled and posed as flashbulbs went off all around me.
Michael quickly left my side to beat a hasty retreat.
The ballroom was already crowded. Even in
a room full of executives who probably hadn’t attended a rock concert in over
two decades, Cold Fusion was still the center of attention. I worked my way
through the crowd towards them, greeting and stopping to chat with a few people
along the way.
When he saw me approaching, Nick pulled away
from the crowd with a girl on his arm. I recognized the girl from the tabloids that
I had so salaciously read when the scandal had broken. The girl was Nick’s
step-sister, Allison.
“Hey, Katie. This is my girlfriend,
Allie.” Nick had his arm around her waist, holding her close to his body. His
eyes burned with defiance, like he was daring me to object.
I smiled warmly. “Hi, Allie. It’s nice to
meet you. I hope you’re planning to stick around for a while. It would be
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