Jesse's Girl (Hundred Oaks #6) Read Online Free PDF Page B

drained coffee mug sitting on a glass table and sections of today’s newspaper, the Tennessean , strewn across the couch.
    “You didn’t forget about Maya, right?” Dr. Salter asks Jesse.
    “Nope.” He leans back and closes his eyes. “How could I forget I’m giving up my day off to hang out with a groupie?”
    “In your dreams I’m a groupie,” I snap, shocking my principal.
    “Why aren’t you dressed?” Dr. Salter asks his nephew.
    Jesse shrugs. “Maya wanted to shadow me, right? Well, this is what I do on Friday mornings. And Thursday. And Wednes—”
    “Stop being rude.” Dr. Salter shakes his head at his nephew. His cell phone dings. “Don’t let him fool you, Maya. He works harder than anybody I’ve ever met and has a good heart too.”
    Jesse keeps his eyes shut.
    My principal looks at his phone. “I need to get back to the school. Mark Logan just texted to say he’s two minutes out. Mr. Logan will stay with you two the entire day, and Grace, Jesse’s housekeeper, will be here until Mark arrives. Call my office if something comes up. Otherwise, Jesse and Mr. Logan’ll make sure you get home. Okay, Maya?”
    “Got it.”
    “Put some clothes on, Jess.” Dr. Salter pats his nephew’s cheek before leaving. As soon as the door clicks shut, Jesse checks me out.
    “Wanna have sex?”
    I gasp and glance at his boxers. And that line of hair on his stomach that leads down to places I shouldn’t be thinking about.
    “No, thanks. You’re not my type.”
    Jesse looks surprised. “That’s a first.”
    What the hell have I gotten myself into? I mean, someone who writes such sweet lyrics can’t actually be such an ass in real life. Right?
    “Everything okay?” Jesse asks. I look up to find him raising an eyebrow at me.
    I shrug.
    “Sorry—I shouldn’t be talking about sex. We just met. Wanna get drunk?”
    Why is he asking such weird questions? “Didn’t you learn your lesson after you fell off that yacht?” I ask snarkily.
    “You don’t know anything about that,” he snaps.
    Ugh, I knew shadow day would be a stupid waste of time. Jordan probably learned more about being an NFL player from the Athletic Superstore manager than I’ll learn about music from Jesse. I swipe my phone on and look up the Hundred Oaks phone number. Maybe Dr. Salter hasn’t left the neighborhood yet. I push dial, and the school receptionist answers. “This is Maya Henry. Can you please connect me to Dr. Salter?”
    Jesse jumps to his feet, snatches my phone from my hand, and says, “Wrong number.”
    I reach to get my phone back, but he holds it way above my head.
    “Give me that!” I leap up at my phone. “I want to leave.”
    “Already?”
    “I didn’t know it was your day off. I don’t want to waste your time. Or mine.”
    He gives me a withering look. “ Your time?”
    I glare at him. “You know, before we met last week, I was really excited about this.”
    “A punk rocker chick was excited to spend the day with me? Yeah, I believe that .”
    “First of all, buddy , I wouldn’t call myself a punk rocker. I’m into the eighties—I was going for Madonna. And second, I got my hopes up about meeting you. I thought it would be cool to watch you practice. Hell, I thought I might even get some pointers, learn something from you.”
    That’s when I realize I’ve been shaking my finger at him.
    After he looks into my eyes for several beats, he hands me my phone. “Last Friday, you said you play a Martin.”
    “Yeah, so?”
    “Let’s hear you play.” He sits down and rests his elbows on his thighs. My eyes have a mind of their own and glance at his boxers again. He totally catches me.
    “I didn’t bring my guitar.”
    He purses his lips. “Why would you show up unprepared?”
    “Well, why didn’t you prepare by putting on pants?”
    “You’re not wearing any either.” His eyes trail up and down my legs.
    Some girls would’ve jumped him already, but not me. Even if he has a nice set of