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Elliot groaned. “I hope not. I love it, but I just sang for three hours, so I’d probably say no. Besides, it looks like the pianos are going to duel tonight.”
The bartender came back, placing my orange drink in front of me and a beer in front of Elliot. I took the mango slice off the rim and bit into it.
“I love dueling pianos. It’s not too late for that, is it?”
“Oh, hell no,” Elliot scoffed. “They will play until last call.”
“We picked a good night to come then, huh?”
“Cheers to Milo and Madeline.” He raised his cup.
Pursing my lips, I raised mine and clinked the glasses.
“Cheers.”
We each took a drink, Elliot pounding back his beer faster than I could even think to sip my margarita.
“Whoa, slow down, you need to drive me home still.” I laughed.
“One beer is fine; I’ll be your DD don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get home safe.” He set his half empty glass down, giving me a cheeky grin.
“I’m the one and done drinker. After this glass I’ll be ready to go home and hit the hay.” I ran my fingers up the stem of the glass, trying to keep my eyes off of Elliots.
“I’m sorry, but are you Elliot Whittaker?” A platinum blonde approached us, with a skimpy dress on as she and two of her friends closed in on Elliot. “FromSavaged Whittakers? We come see you whenever you play here . . . we love your band.” She giggled.Giggled.I held back a scoff and picked up my drink.“I’m Sofia, andthis is Heather and Justine. Can we get a photo with you?” There was that giggle again.
Elliot gave them a crooked smile, raised his eyebrows but kept his body angled towards me. “Um . . . ladies . . .”
He was too attractive for his own good, and I think he knew it, too. The way his eyes lit up when he turned to them told me he was in his element. If Madeline was right in saying that Elliot was interested in me, this, right here, is why it would never work. He was Rockstar Elliot Whittaker, and I was simply Jamie, the girl who’d rather stay at home or hang out with her girlfriends than sit and wonder if her boyfriend was going to call.
Was Elliot a boyfriend that never called?
Forcing myself to ignore them, I spun towards the bar in the chair, concentrating on how many ice cubes were in my drink. I didn’t need to think of Elliot as a boyfriend anyway. Friends, Jamie . . .friends.
“Not to be rude, but I’m with a friend. The guys and I play again next Friday, why don’t you three come and meet us after the show. We can do a meet and greet kinda thing,” he said politely.
I was shocked for two reasons. One, did he just agree to hook up with them later while I was sitting right here? Not that it would matter—I was just a friend. And two, did he really just say “no” to adoring fans so he could pay attention to me?
I found myself staring at him as he shook each of their hands and told them he’d see them in a week. The girls gave off whining noises as they made their way past him, only to burst out giggling once they got to their table.
“Oh Em Gee, we just met Elliot Whittaker!”I heard one of them shout.
“That was fun,” I say, taking another drink. “I think I can go my entire life without hearing another giggle.”
“It comes with the job. I bet if those girls knew I was a businessman in real life they’d run away.” He turned, rolling his eyes, and resting both arms on the bar top, reaching for his beer.
“I bet they wouldn’t. Girls read books about billionaires to experience that. And think, if you and your band ever sign a label and do major tours, it may get worse.” I patted his shoulder.
He let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Unfortunately, it will always come with the territory, but I’ll also have bodyguards to protect me,” he joked, his grin fading, “Nah, the guys will have fun with those three on Friday night. Remind me to text them.”
“You’re all single then, huh?”
He shook his head. “Jameson has a girlfriend, but the other two are enjoying the attention they get from a band. Me . . . well . . . I just love to sing.”
“What, no mic bunnies?”
“What?”
“You know, like the rodeo has ‘buckle bunnies,’ you don’t have any super fans or”—I lifted my fingers to air quote—“Mic Bunnies?”
