Rock Chick Regret (Rock Chick #7)(104)

“Rock on!” Indy shouted.

“You got that right, sister,” Roxie added and, for some bizarre reason, they all burst into fits of giggles.

Hector stopped laughing and murmured, “Fucking hell.”

I looked up at him, not crying anymore, and whispered (with a small tremor in my voice), “I think I’m in trouble.”

At that, Hector’s head bent to look at me and, slowly, he smiled.

Chapter Eighteen

Eighties Rock Video Bimbo

Sadie

“Yeah?” Luke’s voice sounded over the security speaker by the elevator to his and Ava’s loft.

“It’s Hector and Sadie,” Hector replied.

My heart clenched at those words.

He said, Hector and Sadie.

Hector and Sadie!

Oh my God.

We were Hector… and… Sadie!

“Elevator’s on its way,” Luke said through my freak out, clearly not seeing anything wrong with a “Hector and Sadie’.

Then a different panic seized me and, without a word, I turned and started toward the door.

I got three steps when an arm sliced around my waist, Smooth Move Hector caught me and turned me into his body.

“Where you goin’?” he asked, his brows drawn, his eyes scanning my face.

“I can’t do this,” I blurted, Pretend Sadie gone, Ice Princess Sadie enjoying a cocktail by an imaginary pool, Take Charge Sadie getting a facial, it was just me and I couldn’t do this.

No way.

I was no Rock Chick; I’d never been to a rock concert in my life.

My favorite recording artist was Madonna, for goodness sake!

“Why?” Hector asked.

“I like Madonna,” I told him, unable to stop myself.

Hector stared at me like I’d just announced my devotion to Engelbert Humperdinck.

“What?”

“Madonna!” I cried as the elevator doors opened. “Like a Virgin? Confessions on a Dance Floor? You know, Madonna!”

His face cleared and he started grinning. “I know Madonna.”

“Well then, there you go. I’m not a Rock Chick, I’m a Pop Chick. Pop Chicks aren’t cool, they don’t go to gigs. They don’t rock out! They go to clubs and dance! And I didn’t ever do that either!”

He ignored my rant, turned us, arm firm around my shoulders and guided us toward the elevator.

I struggled.

With little effort, Hector controlled the struggle and got me in the elevator.

“Hector!” I snapped. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“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.”