Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy)

I'm coming next week ! I'm going to hand deliver your car.”
    I let out a squeal. “Oh my gosh! I can't wait! Seriously.”
    “I should be there Friday, so don't make plans! You're mine the whole weekend .”
    “I actually have plans on Friday night,” I say. “But you're totally invited!”
    He laughs. “Do you already have a high school boyfriend?”
    “No,” I say quickly, then add, “Not yet.”
    “Yet?” I can practically see him rolling his eyes through the phone. “Tell me about him.”
    I sigh dreamily. “Oh, Alec, he's amazing . You will love him. He's super hot . But he's so much more than just a pretty face, and nice body. He makes me laugh. He actually listens to me. He doesn't like me because I'm Scarlett Ryan, Rock Star. He likes me because I'm Scarlett Ryan, Person.”
    “I can't wait to meet him! And if he breaks your heart, tell him that I will hurt him.”
    I laugh, because Alec is small. “He's twice your size!”
    “Fine. I'll have my bodyguard hurt him. But hey, I have to go. I can't wait to see you next weekend!”
    “Me too! Love you!”
    “You too.”
    I hang up, and jump when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Stephan standing there. I feel my face turn red. “How long have you been standing there?”
    He smiles. “Long enough to know that I'm hot, but so much more than that.”
    “Gah!” I want so badly to hide my face.
    “I can't believe it. Scarlett Ryan has a crush on me !” He jokes with me.
    A crush? Really? Is this what a crush feels like?
    “Please. I just want you for your body. What I feel for you is strictly lust ,” I say, looking him up and down very slowly. His jeans are tight today, and I like them.
    My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down to see Andrew Davis, my P.I., calling.
    “I have to take this.” I turn and walk away from him. I don't want anybody to hear this conversation. I'm not sure why I don't, I just don't want him to think that it's stupid, trying to find Stacy.
    “Hello,” I answer.
    “Hey, Miss Ryan. I have some good and bad news for you. But I think we need to have this conversation in person,” he says. “Are you in LA?”
    “No, I'm in Hope, Florida.”
    “Oh,” he hesitates. “Well, I'll be getting on a plane. Can I meet you tomorrow morning?”
    “Yeah. I'll email you my address.”
    “Ok. See you then.”
    I click end on my phone just as the bell rings. I don't have time to think about the conversation we just had.
     
    8:55 pm
    First date.
     
    The races don't start until 11 that night, but Stephan wants to take me out to eat before the races. He says that this definitely counts as our first date (which means he can finally kiss me). I am definitely ok with that.
    “You look beautiful,” Stephan tells me as I open the door.
    Tonight, I am wearing a short white dress. It does look good. It hugs me in all the right places and it shows a lot of leg, which I know Stephan likes. I'm also wearing a pair of four inch, hot pink stilettos, so my butt looks awesome.
    “Thanks,” I smile. He's wearing a pair of dark denim jeans. They're tight, just like I like them, and he's wearing a white, button up shirt, with a black dinner jacket. He's wearing his black Chuck Taylor's, which is what he always wears. “You look pretty hot yourself.”
    We walk out to his car, and he opens the door for me to get in.
    “You're spoiling me,” I tell him as I get inside.
    “You deserve it, Scarlett,” he says, shutting the door.
    As he walks around the car, I can't help but let out a little squeal.
    I know I say 'wow' a lot, but WOW . I can't get over how extremely wonderful and perfect Stephan is! He is seriously raising the bar when it comes to guys I date. No guy will ever be able to measure up.
    He gets in the car, and starts it up. He looks over and smiles. “Wow. I'm taking Scarlett Ryan on a date.”
    I laugh. “If you're nice, maybe I'll let you take me on a second date.”
    On the way to the restaurant, Stephan asks me a ton of questions. It is nice, somebody actually trying to get to know me, and not just dating me for the publicity.
    “When is your birthday?” he asks.
    “July 27.”
    “Leo?”
    I nod. “Yep.”
    He laughs. “Figures. It must why you're so stubborn.” He doesn't give me time to ask him a question before he starts asking me more questions. “Favorite band or singer?”
    “That changes daily,” I answer. “Today it's Ke$ha, yesterday was Scissor Sisters, tomorrow who