The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop

by Terry Towers

  The Rock Star

  And The Girl From

  The Coffee Shop

  by

  Terry Towers

  The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop

  Copyright 2013 by Terry Towers

  Cover by: Terry Towers

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors imagination and used fictitiously.

  Chapter 1

  "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but its way to slow tonight." Hanna opened up the drive-thru window of the coffee shop and poked her head out. The warmth of the summer air caressed her face, giving her a break from the overwhelming smell of coffee and donuts.

  "How much do we have in the tip jar?" Hanna's co-worker for the overnight shift and closest friend Jackie asked, coming around the counter and into the drive-thru section of the coffee shop.

  Pulling her head in from the window, Hanna grabbed the coffee cup beside the register and emptied the contents onto the counter. She quickly thumbed through the change and frowned. "Ten bucks to split."

  Jackie didn’t seem thrilled, the look of disappointment lurked on her face. "Shit! I need gas money. We usually have at least thirty by now," she whined.

  Hanna's frowned deepened. She wished she was in a position to tell Jackie she could have her share, but sadly, Hanna's financial situation was equally as dire. She was thankful they were allowed to eat what they wanted while working, because her kitchen cupboards were bare with the exception of some cup-o-soups, her refrigerator was stocked with only water and her bank account was currently at a negative balance. The worst part of it all was, payday was still three days away.

  Jackie grabbed a cup and poured herself some coffee, adding an obscene amount of sugar. "You know Hanna babe... We really need to find ourselves a couple of rich men."

  Hanna laughed at the idea, then grabbed a chocolate glazed donut from the rack and took a bite. "And where are we going to find one of those?"

  "Hey, Jessie got together with Senator Morrow," Jackie reminded her with a hint of envy in her tone.

  "Hmmm. I suppose." Being one of the newest girls working at the coffee shop, Hanna had never met Jessie, but the girls talked of her from time to time - mostly with envious tones.

  "And I heard that one of the girls at the Portland coffee shop met a billionaire!"

  Hanna rolled her eyes. "Shit, that doesn't happen to girls like us Jackie. One in a million, and I think Jessie was this coffee shop's one in a million when she met Senator Morrow."

  Jackie huffed. "Kill a girls dreams why don't ya. I-" She froze as her dark eyes widened. "Hey, look at that!"

  "What?" Leaving her station at the drive-thru window, Hanna walked over to the front counter and peered out of the front pane glass window. Her eyes immediately caught what Jackie was seeing. Turning into the parking lot was a white stretch SUV.

  Jackie nudged Hanna in the ribs with her elbow and grinned. "Hey, maybe those are our knights in shining armour, right there."

  "Pfft. More like a group of high school students on their way somewhere after prom. It is prom season you know."

  The stretch SUV slowly drove past the front window towards the drive-thru.

  "He's not going to try and go through the drive-thru?" Hanna's brow furrowed as she raced around the front counter to watch the limo turn the corner of the building towards the speaker. "He's going to get stuck. There's no way that'll fit."

  Jackie joined Hanna at the front window. "You sure?"

  "Positive."

  "Should we go out and stop them?" Just as the words left Jackie's mouth a nasty grinding sound echoed throughout the still, silent night.

  "Awwwww, shit." Hanna fought to keep from snickering, but failed. Looking over at Jackie, Hanna's snickering turned to laughter at the look of amusement mixed with astonishment that was present on her face.

  "Who in the hell is stupid enough to try to drive that long-assed limo through those tight corners of the drive-thru?"

  "Apparently, them."

  Jackie joined in Hanna's laughter.

  Their laughter subsided at the sound of car doors opening and heated chatter.

  "Shit, get behind the counter!" Hanna's spun around and rushed across the dining room of the coffee shop to take her place behind the counter, with Jackie following in her hastened steps. "Whatever you do, don't laugh! Pretend we have no idea what's going on."

  "Shhhh. They're coming!"

  "Why in the name of God did you hire someone so incompetent!" a male voice growled seconds before the owner of the voice appeared at the front entrance, followed by a number of other people.

  "Holy shit, is that-" Jackie whispered.

  Hanna nodded, too shocked to respond verbally. The man entering the coffee shop was none other than rock sensation, Bo Savage. His eyes were downcast as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone, and strolled across the dining room towards the front counter.

  "Yeah, well. I'm tired and stranded at a coffee shop in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, because that idiot driving the car apparently doesn't know how to drive." He stopped suddenly halfway between the door and front counter, his entourage nearly bumping into him.

  "Fine." He growled with even more hostility, pressed the END button on his phone and stuffed it into the front pocket of his jeans.

  Bo turned back to the group of five following him and motioned towards the dining room tables. "Go sit down. They're sending a car for us. I'll grab some coffee."

  "Fuck," he grumbled under his breath as he made it the rest of the way to the counter and looked up, eyeing the overhead menu.

  As Bo studied the menu, Hanna studied him. She'd never been this close to a celebrity before. In all honesty, Hanna never really followed his work; however she was still star struck. His dark hair was just a little too long, giving him a bad boy look. She guessed he was perhaps an inch shy of six foot, his body lean, but muscle defined under his tight fitting white t-shirt.

  After carefully scrutinizing the menu for a few minutes, Bo dropped his smoky grey eyes to meet hers and flashed a smile at her that made her weak in the knees. Should she pretend she didn't know who he was? Should she ask for an autograph? She chewed at her lower lip, keeping her eyes locked to his as she considered.

  "Oh-my-God! You're Bo Savage!" Jackie squealed beside her, like a love struck teenager, making Hanna wince from her high-pitched tone.

  Well, that problem just got solved, Hanna mused.

  Bo glanced over at Jackie who was standing at her side. "That would be me." He turned his attention back to Hanna. "I apologize, but my driver appears to have gotten the car stuck in the drive-thru. I hope it won't be an issue until we get the car dislodged."

  "I... Ummm...
I..." Ahhh shit! she groaned inwardly.

  Get it together Ambrose, you sound like a babbling idiot. He's a person, just like you, a voice in the back of her mind chided. Yeah, a person who has millions of fans and is sexy as sin, she argued back.

  "No worries, Bo. It's not busy at all tonight." Jackie chimed in, making Hanna feel even more foolish for being tongue tied.

  "I wish we could have attended your concert tonight, but we were stuck working." Jackie flashed him her best pouty look.

  Hanna glanced over at Jackie and raised a curious brow. It was news to her.

  "Awwww. That's unfortunate." He gave her a sympathetic smile, but his eyes said he seriously doubted there was truth in Jackie's statement.

  "Yeah." Her lower lip became even more pouty as she nodded her agreement on how unfortunate it was.

  Hanna had to fight from rolling her eyes at the show Jackie was putting on.

  "So, what can I help you with?" Hanna cut in, finally finding her voice and courage.

  "Well, you can start with six large coffee... And how are the biscuits?"

  "Hard and about to be thrown out," Hanna admitted.

  He chuckled and leaned over the counter, bracing himself on his elbows. "Well... Then what do you have that would be good this time of night?"

  Hanna clucked her tongue off the roof of her mouth and remembered the bagels that were less than a minute from being ready to be pulled from the oven. "What about a bagel?"

  "Hmmmm." His eyes twinkled with amusement as he pretended to consider. "Alright." His eyes darted back to Jackie's chest, to her nametag. "If Jackie here would be kind enough to prepare the coffees, could you-" His eyes lowered to Hanna’s chest and she felt a heat rush down her spine to ignite the throbbing between her legs."-Hanna, take care of my bagels."

  He turned towards the group sitting at a table in the dining room. "Hey, Jeremy."

  A man slightly younger than Bo, bearing a striking resemblance to him, stopped talking to the woman beside him and turned to face Bo. "Yeah."

  He nodded towards Jackie. "Come on over here and tell Jackie what we want in our coffee so I can order the bagels."

  Jeremy hesitated, glanced over at the girl next to him, and then nodded. "Yeah, sure." Getting up, he made his way over to the front counter.

  A ding from the oven signalled the bagels were finished. "There we go. Just give me a minute to get them."

  Hanna was painfully aware of Bo's eyes on her as she turned her back to him and made her way to the oven. She put an extra sway to her hips, for his benefit. The uniforms were a hideous shade of brown and uglier than sin, but the pants to the uniform had one small perk to them, they made virtually any girl's ass look amazing.

  Like you'd ever have a shot with him, the voice in her head chimed in.

  Grabbing an oven mitt, she turned off the oven, stepped back and pulled the door open. A gust of heat emerged from the oven, along with the delicious aroma of freshly baked bagels. Grabbing a pan of plain, she closed the oven door and brought the heavy pan of two dozen bagels over to the food preparation station.

  Bo was already at the station, leaning over the glass showcase, his arms crossed over it and chin sitting atop his crossed arms.

  "What kind of cream cheese?" Hanna asked as she proceeded to slice the bagels in half, trying to ignore the feelings of excitement rushing through her as he watched her every movement.

  "Put herb and garlic on all of them."

  Hanna nodded, uncovering the herb and garlic cream cheese. Grabbing a spreader she scooped up a glob of cream cheese and was embarrassed to see her hand was shaking ever-so-slightly. She prayed he wouldn't notice.

  "So tell me."

  Hanna lifted her eyes to meet his and waited.

  He motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated a bit before slowing doing what he had requested, her face barely more than a foot from his. The smell of his aftershave drifted to her nose, deep and woodsy, urging her to get closer. She denied her impulse to close the distance between them.

  "What?" Her nervousness increased.

  "Were you really planning on going to the concert tonight?"

  She could feel her face grow warm as she lowered her gaze. She was easily the worst liar she knew. Tonight was no exception.

  "Nah. Didn't think so."

  "No... No. No." She shook her head and raised her eyes to his. "I like your music. I mean, it's good. It's..." She groaned silently, as she wished for the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She focused on preparing the bagels, terrified that if she opened her mouth to say anything else she would further embarrass herself.

  "So if you had tickets, would you give me a shot?"

  Hanna finished spreading the cream cheese on the final bagel and looked up, her questioning gaze meeting his piercing eyes. "Well, yes. I suppose, yeah."

  Bo grinned, the amusement back in his eyes. "Not sure if I should take that response as an insult or not, but how about I give you and Jackie tickets to my next concert."

  "You're doing a second night here?"

  "Nah. We're heading to New York, Madison Square Gardens."

  "I appreciate the offer Bo, but New York might as well be on the other side of the world. I have no way to get there if I wanted to. My car is..."

  "Whoa, hold on there." He held a hand up silencing her. "Travel and expenses, hotel and such are all on me."

  Hanna dropped the spreader and her jaw momentarily fell open. "Why?"

  Bo tilted his head to the side and eyed her. "What do you mean?"

  "Why would you pay for a stranger's trip to New York just so they can go to your show? It makes no sense."

  He spread his hands out at his sides. "Call me eccentric or perhaps egotistical because it kills me that you have no desire to see my show."

  "Oh-my-God, I never said I didn't!"

  "Then take me up on my offer."

  "I can't."

  "Why not?"

  "Do you ever take no for an answer?"

  "Hmmm. Nah. Not usually, so you might as well just say yes."

  Suddenly an uneasy feeling came over her; it felt like she was being watched. Without uttering a word Hanna took a moment to glance to her left and then her right. All eyes seemed to be on her and Bo - even those of his entourage. Finally she saw her friend in the corner, Jackie's eyes pleaded with her to accept, Bo’s offer.

  Shit and double shit. The whole situation seemed so surreal. Things like this never really happened to people, did they?

  Crossing her arms over her chest, Hanna eyed him suspiciously, trying to determine whether Bo had an ulterior motive.

  "I don't understand, why?"

  "No strings attached. No groupie sex required."

  Oh God! She could hear the humour in his tone which reflected in his eyes, but none-the-less his off colour comment threw her off, leaving her once again speechless.

  Thoughts of what he'd look like naked, what his body would feel like next to hers - skin on skin, rushed through her mind. She had no doubt he'd had more than his fair share of women over the years, which made her wonder how good he would be in bed. Would his lips and tongue tease and torment every inch of her body? Her panties became wet with her desire as she let her mind wander.

  "No strings attached Hanna. I promise. Just me, trying to acquire a new fan."

  His voice broke her from her naughty train of thought. She had to admit it would be good to get away for a few days. She couldn't remember the last time she left her small town and just took some time to enjoy herself. Another glance over at Jackie's pleading expression was the deciding factor for her.

  Returning his smile, she nodded her agreement. "Alright. I would love it if you would do that for us."

  She shifted her eyes back to meet his and another wave of heat rushed through her, intensifying the pulsing between her legs. She'd never been one for casual sex, but her body was insisting groupie sex wouldn't be halfway bad.

  Hanna scoffed at herself for even entertaining the thou
ght. As if...

  "Good. Well, in that case, how about you write your phone number down for me and I'll get on having the arrangements set up for you in the morning."

  Taking a deep breath in, Hanna slowly released it and nodded. "Okay... Thank you."

  Bo gave her a wink, accepting the bagels as she began to pass them to him. "It's my pleasure."

  Chapter 2

  "This is amazing. Can you believe it!" Jackie shouted, so Hanna could hear her over the whooshing sound of the helicopter blades overhead.

  Hanna nodded shook her head. She'd never been in a helicopter before. It had shocked her that Bo was sparing no expense to take this trip. He had even booked her and Jackie a suite at the Ritz-Carlton - a room that cost over two weeks' pay, a night for her. It felt like a dream.

  As promised, Bo had called her the following day and made arrangements for the two girls to see him live in concert at Madison Square Gardens. Even though New York was only a matter of an hour or so away, Hanna rarely went into the big city. She never had the money for the trip for the most part. While there were tons of things to do in the city for free, the temptation to splurge and squander money in its luxuries was too great, and so Hanna avoided it.

  Looking out the window Hanna grinned as she saw the sparkle of lights below as they entered the city. To her surprise the helicopter didn't land at the JFK, but continued on, towards Manhattan. She glanced over at Jackie, but her co-worker was enthralled by the spectacular sight of New York City at night below them, so she went back to admiring the view.

  "We're about to land, ladies."

  Hanna felt Jackie elbow her in the ribs and turned her head to meet Jackie's excited gaze.

  "We passed the hotel," she commented.

  Hanna hadn't even noticed, but Jackie appeared to be correct. Instead of a location near the hotel, the helicopter began to land on the roof of a skyscraper near Central Park. The girls exchanged questioning glances.

  As the helicopter landed, the door leading into the building was flung open to reveal Bo and the man Hanna had later discovered to be his brother, and bass guitarist Jeremy.

  "Hey, it's Bo and Jeremy!" Jackie elbowed Hanna a second time, this time a little harder than Hanna imagined she intended, making Hanna wince. "Did you know he was meeting us?"