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“No fucking burgers,” Raf called up.
“Mexican!” Mick shouted.
“No fucking Mexican!”
Katie leaned around her seat to join the debate. “No more fast food! I want a real meal with something green on my plate.”
An argument erupted over what to have for lunch, but I wasn’t listening. I didn’t care what the fuck we ate.
As soon as the guys got off the bus, I was having Katie Bloom.
CHAPTER 27
KATIE
I was hanging out behind the venue after the Austin show, leaning against the wall while Jesse signed autographs for a bunch of girls hanging out on the other side of the fence. It was a high, solid wood fence, but there was a big gate of chain link where the buses and trucks drove through, padlocked shut, and the girls were pressed up against it, squeezing pieces of paper and who knew what else through the holes for him to sign.
Jude was close by, as always, and I watched for a while as Jesse did his thing.
When he was done, Pepper and Raf went over to greet the girls and sign stuff for them too.
Jesse sauntered over to me, looking me up and down in my short skirt and halter top. He looked so fucking hot in his leather pants. Gorgeous, a sexy smile curling the corner of his mouth.
Devi’s words kept coming back to me.
You’re falling for him.
Maybe he’s falling for you, too.
I’d realized a few days back that I’d been waiting for Jesse to start being a dick. Like when he did, I’d finally be getting a glimpse of his true colors, as if, if I paid close enough attention, he’d start showing signs of his overwhelming douchebaggery.
But he just never did.
Devi said the only thing that really mattered was that he was good to me. She was probably right about that. And hewasgood to me.
So why did I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop?
I reached for him and he picked me up, spun me around, and sat me on the edge of the hood of Jude’s rental car. He spread my knees and stood between them, his back to the girls and the fence.
“What’s going on behind those big blue-greens of yours?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I draped my arms around his shoulders and played with his hair. “I was just thinking I’ve got a new top five for you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Actually, I never signed that NDA… I could probably write an article instead. Sell it to a magazine. Cosmo. No, Maxim.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Playboy?”
He grinned. “And what would this article be called?”
“Top Five Things Groupies Say to Jesse Mayes Outside a Show.”
He laughed. “I can think of a few.”
“Uh-uh. Got it covered. You wanna hear?”
“Do I.”
“Okay. Number five.”
