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Authors: Kristen Ashley

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“You’ll be fine,” he said as he leaned to the side, taking me with him and tagged the button.

“I won’t be fine.”

“You will.”

“I won’t!

The doors closed and Hector curled my solid body into his arms.

He was still grinning.

“I see I gotta loosen you up,” he told me, his eyes dancing but they were warm and intense.

Oh no.

I knew
that
look.

“Hector –” I started but he didn’t listen. Instead, he kissed me.

In about a nanosecond, he loosened me up all right. So much, we were full on necking when the elevator doors opened.


Yowza
, get a room!” I heard Ally call.

I pulled free of Hector’s arms, looked into Luke and Ava’s cool
LoDo
loft and felt my face go flush as my eyes bugged out.

Everyone was there including two guys I’d never seen before. There were margarita glasses scattered amongst bowls of chips and guacamole with the bizarre addition of loads of tubes, tubs, brushes, combs, sprays, bottles, jars, mirrors and hair dryers.

The Rock Chicks were all in various stages of… I didn’t know what. Their makeup was way over the top, their hair teased out to maximum volume and they were all dressed like, well, there was no nice way to put it…
skanks
.

“We’ve decided to go groupie!” Ava announced happily.

“Not groupie, Eighties Rock Video Bimbo,” Indy corrected her (like there was a difference).

Eighties Rock Video Bimbo?

Were they nuts?

Regardless of this alarming announcement which would make anyone in their right mind turn and flee, Hector moved me into the loft and Luke got close to us.

“You got a choice, babe,” Luke said and my eyes turned to him when I realized he was talking to me. “You can stay here and get
skanked
or you can go out tonight with Hector and me. We’ll probably get shot at but I’m thinkin’ it’s the better choice.”

My mouth dropped open and my heart started beating harder before I realized he was teasing me.

Still, teasing or not, I turned to Hector and said, “I don’t want you to get shot at.”

Hector was grinning. “I’m not gonna get shot at.”

I was not deterred. “You get in a situation where you even
think
you’re going to get shot at, you exit said situation, pronto,” I demanded.


Oowee
, listen to Little Miss Bossy,” Shirleen called.

I cut my eyes to Shirleen and she laughed at the ice rays I sent darting in her direction.

Yes,
laughed!

Whatever.

I had bigger fish to fry.

I looked back at Hector. “Promise me.”

“Sadie –”

“Promise!” I snapped.

“Shit, you’re cute,” Hector said rather than promising.

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m
not
cute and I’m
not
being funny. Now, promise.”

He curled me to his front and his mouth touched mine.

When he lifted his mouth from mine he murmured, “Promise.”

“Well,” I breathed, “thank you.”

He smiled.

I stared.

“I remember those happy days when it was all soft kisses and promises,” Ava said and I turned out of Hector’s arms and caught Luke giving Ava a brows raised look that made his own, unique promise and his look was nearly as hot as the ones Hector gave me. My eyes moved to Ava and I saw her face had gone soft but her teeth were biting her lip and I knew she knew she was in trouble but the good kind.

“All right, enough of this, Hot Boys, out. Rock Chicks, T-minus thirty minutes to Stella and The Gypsies, we got
work
to do,” one of the guys I didn’t know said and I recognized his voice. It was Tod and, out of Burgundy Rose drag, he was tall, slim and had a crew cut.

“Hi, Tod,” I called, pulled away from Hector and walked a few steps into the loft.

“Hi, girlie.” Tod smiled. “This is my other half, Stevie.” He gestured to the handsome Hispanic man who was mixing a pitcher of margaritas and smiling at me. “Stevie, this is Sadie.”

“Hey, Sadie. Welcome to the madhouse,” Stevie said and I couldn’t help it, he was so right, I smiled at him and gave him a wave.

“Babe, we’re goin’,” Luke told Ava and without hesitation she moved to him and I watched as he took her in his arms and put his lips to hers but he didn’t kiss her. I couldn’t hear but he whispered something to her, his mouth moving against hers and whatever he said made her smile and melt into him.

I felt jealousy, pure and acid, burning through me before Hector cut off my line of sight.

“You come to me when you’re done,” Hector ordered as his hand went to the side my neck, and up, fingers sliding into my hair.

I looked up at him, the jealousy still burning but my stomach pitched all the same.

“Okay.”

“I don’t know how long this thing will take Luke and me but I probably won’t make it tonight. Lee, Eddie and Hank are designated drivers. They’re goin’ to the gig. Tex and Duke both said they were goin’ too. If Mace isn’t workin’, he’s always at Stella’s gigs and tonight is one of those nights. You stay close to one of them, close enough to touch ‘em. All night. Got me?”

I nodded.

His face dipped to mine and he murmured, voice so soft, I barely heard him, “Now, kiss me good-bye.”

I blinked, the jealous acid drifted away and the stomach pitch turned to a belly melt.

“What?” I whispered.

“Kiss me,” he repeated.

Regardless of my melted belly, the Ice Princess had finished her cocktail and decided to take over. “I think we’ve already made enough of a spectacle of ourselves.”

His eyes went warm and intense. “All right,
mamita
, I’ll
kiss
you.”

Then he did, hot and hungry and just as quickly as it started, his mouth broke from mine and he was gone.

I stared, my body swaying without his close as the elevator doors closed on him and Luke. Hector stared at me too, his face soft and knowing then the doors shut him from sight.

“All
righty
then,” Ava called. “Sadie, get over here, we’ve got work to do.”

Slowly, I turned and everyone was smiling at me.

Oh my.

* * * * *

“I wanna be you!” I shouted, drunk on margaritas mixed with Fat Tires as Stella and her band stood in a Rock Chick huddle during one of her breaks.

Her eyes turned to me. “Funny, until you came in tonight, looking all groupie slut, I wanted to be you. I love the way you dress.” Her eyes did a full body sweep and she gave me a meaningful, but smiley, look.

I knew what she was talking about. Seconds after Hector and Luke left, Daisy informed me that she, Roxie, Tod and Stevie had gone shopping. Since I was shorter and smaller than the rest of the girls, I couldn’t share clothes so they’d bought me my Eighties Rock Video Bimbo outfit. It came complete with a torn up black T-Shirt with “Stella and The Blue Moon Gypsies” across the breasts (so torn, it was falling off one of my shoulders, exposing my thin black bra strap and the two “
o’s
” in “moon’ were blue moons), a shorter-than-short (or even decent) denim mini-skirt with a ragged hem, a wide, black belt with a heavy, oval buckle with a rose stamped on it (they’d heard about Hector’s tattoo, of course) and a pair of black motorcycle boots.

Yes,
motorcycle boots
.

Yes, Seth Townsend’s perfect Ice Princess daughter was tramping around Denver in
motorcycle boots
.

Replete with square toes and silver hoops connecting straps that went up from the soles and around the ankle.

The boots were
aces
.

My hair was teased out to uber-volume, all waves and ringlets going up, out and down and my makeup was so beyond heavy, I felt it on my face like it weighed a ton.

And I didn’t care.

I didn’t care that I looked like a bimbo groupie from hell.

Because
I loved rock ‘n’ roll!

“I love rock ‘n’ roll!” I shouted at Stella.

“Join the club, sister,” Ally shouted to me, laughing.

“Good Lord,” Shirleen muttered and Daisy giggled.

“Will you teach me to play guitar?” I asked Stella, knowing I was pushing it. She was a big star, well, in Denver anyway, if the crowd was anything to go by. And she had a recording contract. They were going on the road soon to promote their new album.

“Sure,” Stella replied on a smile.

“I’ll pay,” I promised.

Her smile got bigger. “Friends and family discount,” she said then leaned in and whispered, “which means free.”

“Cut your teeth on Guitar Hero, it’s the only way to go,” Annette, who I’d met when the Rock Chicks came to my gallery weeks ago and who also ran a head shop across the street from Fortnum’s, advised.

“Guitar Hero!” Buzz, Stella’s bass guitarist snapped, sounding (and looking) affronted. “Fuck Guitar Hero!”

“Guitar Hero’s the shit,” Annette shot back.

“Guitar Hero’s for pussies,” Buzz returned then looked at me with a smile. “
I’ll
teach you guitar,” he offered.

“I’ll teach you drums. Drums are where it’s
at
.” Pong, Stella’s drummer, moved in.

“Fuck the drums, I’ll teach you the sax. You blow a horn, you know cool.” Hugo, Stella’s saxophonist got close.

“Yay!” I shouted and clapped, too excited to turn any of them down.

An arm went around my waist and I found my body moved back several feet from the band. I looked up and saw Eddie had hold of me.

“Maybe you can decide to learn to be a rock star when you aren’t shitfaced,” Eddie suggested, eyes on the band.

“Okay,” I agreed readily even though I’d already decided I was going to be a rock star.

Forget Veronica Mars.

I wanted rock ‘n’ roll!

Eddie’s eyes moved to me, he looked at me a second and I saw him smile, dimple and everything.

“I like your dimple,” I told him.

His eyes flashed then they got all glittery (which was hot!) and, just like his brother, his body started shaking with laughter.

Finally, his eyes moved to Jet.

“You wanna take over here?” he asked her.

Jet looked at Eddie then her gaze moved to Daisy then Ava then to me.

“Let’s go to the restroom,” she announced and didn’t wait for me to reply. She just took my hand and dragged me to the restroom.

When we got into the restroom, no one used the facilities. Just like the girls on
Sex and the City
, they all turned to the mirrors and started fixing their lip gloss.

I’d always wanted to go to the restroom with my girlfriends and fix my lip gloss.

And here I was,
doing it!

Wasn’t that
great?

“I love Eddie. He’s my favorite of Hector’s siblings,” I informed Jet magnanimously, turning to a mirror and digging my lip gloss out of my pocket (Indy had taught me how to go purse-less at a rock gig, lip gloss, ID, money and credit card in front pocket, cell phone in back).

“I’ll let him know.” Jet smiled at me.

“You have a beautiful smile,” I told her, “You’re really pretty but when you smile, I swear to
God
, you’re so beautiful, you make my heart squeeze.”

I saw Jet blink like this surprised her (and how bizarre was
that
, she had to know she had a beautiful smile, if she didn’t she was
blind
) but I was too happy to be putting on lip gloss in the restroom with my girlfriends to take too much notice.

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