Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,9
I promise.”
“Just remember – you will never see me naked. EVER.”
His green eyes once again have me hypnotized. “One day soon, I will prove you wrong. And when I do, I am going to remind you of this very conversation.”
Yeah, it just got hot again.
I look at his car, and can't help but smile. He's driving a 1971 Dodge Challenger. It's black, and I love it. “Seriously, your car is amazing.”
“You like classic cars?” he asks.
“Um, yes! I love them. I'm actually thinking of getting a '69 Boss 429 from my friend Alec. It is candy apple red, and it is beautiful. He fixed it up last year, and it's been sitting in his garage with his other cars. I told him a car like that deserves to be driven.”
“I think you should get it.”
“I think I will.” Stephan opens up the car door for me, and I'm in shock. I look up at him. “You are the only guy who has ever opened the door for me, besides my limo driver.” I get inside. “I'm pretty sure this gives you a ton of extra awesome points.”
“Wow. So you've only been out with jerks.” He shuts my door, and walks around the car. I'm smiling the whole time. He starts the car, and the engine roars to life. The whole car rumbles as it idles in his driveway.
“This is what I love about old cars,” I say. “My Sesto Elemento is so smooth, and sleek, but this... This car is how a sports car should be. I love how I can feel the vibration of the engine.”
I'm seriously turned on by his car.
“A girl who can play the guitar, drives a Lamborghini, and likes classic cars,” he sighs happily. “Where have you been all my life?”
I laugh. “So where are you taking me?”
“It's a surprise,” he says, then takes off squealing his tires. The car jerks as he shifts. It is very different from what I'm used to, but I like it. It makes riding more intense.
“Well, do I at least get to drive your car at some point?” I ask, hopeful.
“Only if I can drive yours.”
“Which one?” I ask.
“You have more than one?” he looks surprised for half a second. “You know, I keep forgetting you're like a millionaire rock star.”
“I'm going to take that as a compliment.”
“So, the car you're thinking of buying,” he starts, “I think you should get it. It would be a great investment. Plus, after tonight, you'll probably want it.”
He turns onto a gravel road that looks like it leads to nowhere. We go down for about 2 miles, then he turns right into a house. It's a small house, but we drive past it and drive for another 5 minutes. I see a sign that says “Jepsen Race Track”. We pull up to a small race track. There are about 20 cars parked around it.
“Racing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh this isn't where we race,” he smiles. “This is where we practice.”
8:44 pm
Where the hell is Paul Walker?
As we get out of the car, I'm pretty much wondering what he means by they just practice here. It's actually a pretty nice track. And does he race? Or does he just like watching? I'm also wondering if I can get in on the action.
We walk up to a set of bleachers, a few people are sitting there already.
“Stephan!” I hear the group yell.
He grabs my hand, and pulls me behind him. “Hey guys!” He knuckle bumps a few of the guys.
“What happened to your eye?” One of them asks as we get closer.
I step out from behind him. “That was me, actually.”
I wait for them to recognize me, and for them to freak out. I am expecting them to ask for my autograph. But something amazing happens: they don't know me.
“Who is this hottie, and where have you been hiding her?” One of the guys ask, looking me up and down. I'm suddenly wishing I would have wore more clothing.
“This is Scarlett,” he says. “And she's mine, so stay away.”
His words should scare me. I really don't like possessive guys, because I am a girl who can take care of myself. But with Stephan, it's kind of hot that he's telling his friends to stay away from me.
“Anybody who can stand up to Stephan is cool in my book,” a girl holds her hand out to me, and I accept her handshake. “I'm Britney, but my friends call me Brit.”
Britney is about two inches