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Lauren’s firm hold went to a vise. He frowned down at her, but the fear on her face made him move her closer into his body. “It’s all right, I promise.”
“Not so much.” Lauren gnawed on her deep red bottom lip. “But please don’t turn me away.” She wrapped her other hand around his wrist. “Please?”
Chapter Three
Lauren wasn’t one for begging. Ever. But she’d never imagined getting this close to this kind of research material either. Stuff this juicy would make her a shoo-in to get back into Pomona, and she wasn’t going to stand on ceremony.
Besides, she’d rocked out on “Bennie and The Jets”. Surely that should give her enough cred to play groupie for an evening.
Whatever that might entail.
Her phone chirped in her back pocket—Ethan—and she ignored it in favor of pouring on her questionable charm as she stared up at West.
Well, she stared at his abs first. Seriously impressive.
Then his chest. Equally so.
Finally, she made her way up to his green eyes. Sea-green eyes, the kind that made a girl stupid. Framed in thick, dark lashes that might’ve made the angels weep.
How could someone look so angelic and be such a bad boy? At least according to some of the stories she’d read online, which weren’t always accurate. She couldn’t wait to find out what was fact and what was fiction.
Curling her fingers around his, she pursed her lips, and let her eyes say all the things she couldn’t.
Hey, might as well put her purloined Tumblr knowledge to use. That blowjob look she’d seen from many a woman while she had a cock in her mouth might work here too. Minus dick.
He sucked in a breath and squeezed her hand before pulling her forward to meet with his manager, who was pretty fearsome up close.
Lauren swallowed. Probably had something to do with the nearly getting arrested flashbacks.
“Do you have any clue what you’re doing?” Lila demanded.
“You mean right this instant or in life in general?”
Lauren fought back a grin, ducking her head so her hair shielded her face. Damn wig was so hot and she’d been jumping around like a lunatic, not to mention trying to keep up with a certified genius on the piano. She couldn’t wait to shed the thing in the nearest dumpster.
She’d just have to be herself for a while. See how that went. It wasn’t as if she could pull off any other act for long. It so wasn’t her.
“I mean this.” Lila dragged out her iPad from under her arm and tilted it toward them. Lauren swallowed as she glimpsed a picture of her from November—the one when she’d been carted off by security and had assumed a restraining order was imminent.
Just from lurking around a few rehearsals. And sneaking backstage once. Maybe twice. And possibly hiding in a men’s bathroom stall at Ripper Records to see if any of the male members of the band came inside so she could question them on the fan experience, one-on-one.
She’d only thought to approach the guys, because she had boobs. Huge ones. Might as well use her God-given gifts, right?
But she was almost certain no one knew about the bathroom escapade. None of the band had come in while she was hiding in there anyway. She’d fallen off the toilet and bruised up her knee, but luckily, no cameras in there to witness her embarrassment.
Hey, fledgling spy mission. She’d get better. Probably.
“You might recognize her,” Lila continued while West studied the iPad as if he was deciphering hieroglyphics. “She’s the same girl you decided to pull out of the crowd to join the show.”
West eased back and stared at Lauren, his eyes narrowing. Her heart started to race, pounding against the thin Warning Sign T-shirt that would probably end up as her only memento of this incredible night.
This was it. He was about to tell her the jig was up and she needed to hit the road.
But hey, she still had performed in an actual rock concert. That had to add extra legitimacy to her source material.
“That was you?” West indicated the iPad. “You’re the one who got in trouble for trying to break into our rehearsal?”
Hmm. How best to respond?
