Too Many Rock Stars: Violet's Story (Access All Areas 1)

gged him out. I gave him a good, swift kick while I was at it."

Carlie laughed again. At least she was off the topic of my love life and I was happy to keep it like that. I didn't need the hassle.

Although she couldn't really say much about my lack of romance. I'd never seen her with a guy since she'd started working at the club – and that was nearly three years ago.

Carlie was one of the hottest chicks I'd ever met. Her hair always looked messily perfect and she had a perfect body. She had words tattooed along her collarbones that meant nothing to me. She said they were the lyrics to her favorite song but it wasn't a song I'd ever heard. And, trust me, I've heard a lot of damn songs. I'd even Googled the words but nothing came up.

Maybe she was lesbian? It’s not like that had ever come up in conversation but then I’d never seen her with a chick either. No one at all, so she could stop with the crazy old cat lady comments.

"What's with you anyway?” Carlie leaned back on the bar. “Most of the chicks who come in here would kill to be in your position. You can't be totally oblivious to that."

"Oblivious is a comfortable place to be."

Carlie cracked her gum. "You think you're too good for him?"

“He’s not that into me. In case you haven’t noticed, he flirts with every chick around. If I took his flirting seriously, I’d end up looking like a fool.”

“Really?” Carlie cocked an eyebrow. “Because he seems serious when it comes to you.”

I laughed. “Only because I keep knocking him back. If I’d slept with him way back, he’d have lost interest by now. Much better to keep things friend-zoned.”

Carlie grinned.

"Still, you'd get some sex. Don't you ever wonder what he'd be like in the sack?" She glanced up and her face reddened. "Oh shit."

I didn't need to turn around to know Razer stood behind me. And he’d heard her speculating on his sexual prowess. He moved closer, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body.

"Not so close, dude."

He just laughed. He ordered another drink then sat himself down on the stool beside me.

"So, Vi, what about this gig?"

"Dude, it was only a couple of hours ago, give me a break. You'll get your gig. And don't ever call me Vi again. And also, don't wake me up when I'm napping."

Carlie handed him his beer. "Violet looks great tonight, doesn't she?" she said with a wink.

"I don't look great. You know what I look? Tired is what I look. Because I got woken up from my nap today."

"You sure wake up cranky too, even if you do look cute."

I don't know why this kept coming back to my looks. Sleep doesn't care what you look like. Sleep loves you unconditionally. If I looked great or I looked like shit, sleep would still embrace me. Even thinking about sleep made me sleepier.

Razer rubbed my shoulder but I slugged his hand off. Brady still had one eye on me.

"Don't even try it. This is your fault."

Both he and Carlie laughed. I wasn't kidding, though. I was dog tired and could barely stay awake. I was supposed to stick around to deal with the bands and help close up. Maybe I could sneak off to my office and have a quick nap before then. Carlie could wake me for close up.

"Is Chuck coming in tonight?" I asked Carlie.

"Not that I know of. Why? Did you want to see him?"

Down the other end of the bar, some guy tapped coins impatiently. Carlie gave him a sneer then turned back to me.

"If someone was to say sneak off to their office for a little while, it's not like he'd notice... Someone who had their sleep disturbed earlier today by feral rockers..."

Carlie grinned.