Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,4

a lawyer. I’m sure he’s used to the constant back and forth when negotiating terms. “Three hours a week it is.”

I smile. “A hundred bucks a week.”

“It’s a deal,” he agrees and I turn to head to the counter. “I can arrange for her to meet you here tomorrow afternoon if that’ll work for you.”

I set down his things and write my number on a piece of paper, sliding it over to him. “Sure! Text me her info?”

He nods once, smile still in place as he slips it into his wallet.

“So, what’s the name of your band?” he asks, putting my number into his wallet and pulling out a card.

“The Wonder Kings,” I reply, typing my employee password into the computer to unlock it.

He steps up to the counter to pay. “I’ll have to look you guys up sometime.”

I smile as I scan his items into the computer. “We have a show tonight at The Ol’ Pub. Come check it out. But I have to warn you, our shows can get a little crazy sometimes. Not to brag, but we’re sorta local celebrities.” I flash him a flirty smile—the kind I usually give to the guys in the crowd to get them going.

He swipes his card. “Then I’ll definitely have to check you out. I can’t be the only one in Chicago who hasn’t seen a Wonder Kings show!”

I laugh as I hand him his receipt. “Then I guess I’ll see ya there.”

“I guess so.” He grabs his things and heads toward the door. He spins around to face me as he pushes the door open with his back. His eyes linger on mine a little longer, but he finally walks out the door, ending our connection.

The moment he leaves, I pull up Instagram and type his name into the search bar. He pops up immediately and I can’t help but scroll through his pictures. He’s some kind of fancy lawyer. There are pictures of him sitting at his desk and another of him shaking hands with some tall guy in front of a sign that reads Young & Smith. I look up the business and see that it’s a local law office owned by someone named Calvin Young.

The door opens, causing the bell above it to ring. I pull my attention away from the phone and set it down, heading over to help a customer as he picks out the strings he needs.

Two

Daniel

“Dude, you would not believe this girl who sold me the guitar,” I tell Calvin when I walk back into the office after my lunch break.

“Yeah? Was she cute?” he asks, grabbing a file out of the cabinet and taking it back to his desk.

“Cute? No, that’s not the word I’d use to describe this girl. Cute means rosy cheeks, blonde curls, and a peaches-and-cream complexion. This girl has gorgeous brown hair with flowing waves I’d kill to run my hands through. She has blue eyes that had more black shit around them than I’ve ever seen anyone use. She’s in a rock band. Well, I guess it’s a rock band. She didn’t exactly say, but she’s in a band and I’m going to check them out tonight.”

He laughs. “You and some rocker girl? I don’t see that ever happening,” Calvin says, running a hand through his neatly styled dark hair.

I snort. “Why not? I can rock out with the best of them.”

He laughs. “Really? What was the last rock concert you went to?”

I try to think back on it, but I probably haven’t been to a concert since high school. Once I got to college, I was too busy studying to have time for that shit.

He sees my face and says, “Exactly my point. She’s wild and crazy and you’re a lawyer who handles more divorces than anything else.”

I sit back in my chair and think about it. “But they say opposites attract. It could work out. And if not, at least I could have a little fun for a while.”

Calvin shakes his head but smiles. “You could have that,” he agrees.

After work, I get home and take a shower. I look in my closet to find something to wear. I can’t exactly wear a suit to a bar to meet up with some rocker chick. I pull on a pair of jeans, the only pair of tennis shoes I own and use only for running, and a black T-shirt that fits a little more snugly than what I’d normally wear. I put some product in