Page 3 of The Rocker

“Whatever. It’s not like any of you have a problem getting laid. Well, maybe Greer, but that’s because once he opens his mouth, all the ladies go running.”

“Fuck you, asshole. I don’t need their groupie asses,” he shot back, opening the door.

“That’s her,” Cross whisper-yelled in my direction.

I looked around Greer to get a good look at her, and I wondered how I didn’t notice her at the show. Her hair was a light brownish-blonde that reminded me of caramel, and she had the most gorgeous eyes I’d ever seen in my life. They were the yellow-brown of fine whiskey, and I swore I could have stared at her all night and drank her up. I continued checking her out from her slender neck down to her full breasts, trim waist I wanted to wrap my hands around, and her hips that had my dick standing at attention.

Whoever she was. She was mine.

“Hey,” she awkwardly said as Greer towered over her. “Um… do you guys have a few minutes so that I could talk to you?”

“What’s this about?” Greer growled down at her.

“I’m Pen Rose from Titan Records,” she introduced herself, trying to look around Greer’s body and into the room.

“Let her in.” Kenton pushed Greer to the side and extended his hand out to the woman who called herself Pen. She took it with a second of hesitation. Kent was a smooth son of a bitch. He’d probably have her eating out of his hand in a matter of seconds.

Cross got up out of the only chair in the room and dusted it off. He patted the arm of the chair and waited until Pen sat down to sit on the arm. He leaned forward, putting his elbow on his knee. “So,” he drew the word out. “How did you like the show?”

The room went silent as we all waited for her answer. I swear I don’t think any of us even took a breath until her entire face lit up. “That was by far one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. I’m not going to lie. I thought you guys were going to be trash, but…” She shook her head as she closed her eyes. She hummed as if she was reliving one of the songs we’d played tonight. “You guys have some real talent. I’m going to do everything in my power to get you guys a record deal.”

Kenton stumbled back a step, and I swear his eyes fluttered. Was he going to pass out? “Are you for real?”

Reaching over, Pen patted Cross’s leg, and I don’t know what came over me, but I wanted to chop off that damn leg of his. I didn’t want her to touch him or anyone else in the room. “One thousand percent. I’m not saying there won’t be work because there will be, but I’m going to make you boys famous. What do you say?”

“I say it’s too good to be true. I mean, who are you? Can you even offer us a contract?” Greer said in his asshole tone. I was starting to think it was his everyday tone since it had been a long ass time since he didn’t sound like he was pissed off or a raging asshole.

“Not me personally. I have to take it to my boss, but like I said, I’ll do everything possible to make this a reality.”

“Well, until I see you come at us with a contract in hand, I think you’re full of shit,” Greer growled out.

“Okay, Greer doesn’t speak for the rest of us. He’s had something stuck up his ass for a while now, and we’re waiting for him to have surgery to get it removed. Untilthen,ignore him.” I stood and blocked Greer from her view. If he fucked this up for us, I’d kill him. Having someone from a major record company come backstage was a dream of mine. It brought us one step closer to getting in the studio and laying down tracks and ultimately being a household name. “Why don’t we go outside and talk where it’s cooler, and the testosterone won’t choke you to death?”

“I like the sound of that.” She stood and stepped up to me. “One day, you won’t be in the closet of a bar but have your very own green room at a sold-out stadium.”

I opened the door and let Pen step out before me. When I turned back to the guys, they were all standing there like they were going out back with us. Not a chance in hell was I going to give any of them a chance to fuck this up. I shook my head and closed the door in their faces.

Pen was already striding down the hallway toward the back door. Her ass swayed with each tantalizing step she made, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was then I realized I couldn’t try to get this chick in my bed and jeopardize our future.

“So, Mr. …” she looked at me expectantly.

“Pierce. Walker Pierce,” I supplied for her, taking a spot against the wall. I watched as the heel of her stilettos wobbled on the gravel.

“Mr. Pierce, why did you want to talk to me out here?” Her eyes raked me up and down, and I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or not, but I swore I saw desire in her eyes. Maybe it was the shadow of the streetlight hitting her whiskey eyes.

It was going to be hard to get my dick in check around her, but I needed to keep reminding myself my career was more important than one night in the sack.

“I thought it might be more comfortable out here without Greer being an asshole.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Oh, so that wasn’t just for me?”

“Not just for you. I’m not sure what’s going on with him, but he’s been an asshole for a good while now.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling her all of this, but it felt good to open up to someone else besides the guys in the band. They didn’t care about feelings unless we were fucking shit up for the group, and Greer was doing the opposite. He was making the best music of his life. “I’ve asked him about it, but he won’t talk about it. I’d press further, but he’s playing better than he ever has before.”

“He can be an asshole. I don’t care,” she shrugged. “Eventually everyone is, once fame gets to their heads. At least I can expect it from the get-go.” She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and then set her eyes on me. “Who writes your songs?”

“Mostly I do, but occasionally Cross and Kenton get in on it. Why?” I asked, trying to hide the nerves I suddenly felt. What if she hated the songs?

“That’s good. Then we won’t have to pay anyone to use their songs. Keep up the good work. I’m going to go back to LA tonight and show my boss some of the video I took of you guys tonight and see what he thinks.” Pen pulled out her phone and then dug in the back pocket of her jeans until she found a card. “Here’s my card with my number on it. I’m giving you this as a show of good faith. Don’t use this number unless I call you first.”

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