Marooned with the Rock Star (A Crazily Sensual Rock Star Romance, with Humor) Read Online Free PDF Page B

designated driver, I
never really took note of where everyone else lived. Additionally,
we didn’t always arrive at the same times, and so we usually had
individual drivers to drive each to wherever we were going.
    “You’ve got to tell me where,” I said, noting
that there was no GPS. But no sweat. New York City wasn’t that hard
to get around. One block eventually led to another block and if you
kept driving in a straight line, you were bound to end up
somewhere.
    “No problem,” Alex said. “Go up to
thirty-third by Broadway, and then turn right.”
    That was easy enough.
    I got all the way to the thirtieth. The light
at the intersection was green, and so I plowed on.
    “Hang on, turn here,” said Alex.
    “I thought you said thirty-third.”
    “I said thirtieth.”
    Sounded like thirty-third to me. So I swerved
to the right with a screech of the BMW’s tires. And that was when
it all went to hell.

REBECCA
     
    “So Kurt Taylor was arrested for driving
under the influence when he plowed into a van filled with your crew
members?” I say incredulously.
    “That’s right,” Captain Victor affirms. “He
was brought to court, and the magistrate sentenced him to community
service for two weeks. That was when I intervened. One of my crew
was out with a broken arm because of what Kurt Taylor did. So I
asked the judge to let him serve on my cruise ship instead, and
here he is.”
    Here he is, just like this.
    It is a marvel of a story, the type of fodder
for ‘news’ sites like TMZ. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if there
are reporters on this ship just waiting to snap a picture of Kurt
in his overalls, mopping the deck.
    “Wow,” I say.
    “Wow indeed.” The Captain seems chagrined.
“So tell me, Rebecca, what’s your story with Kurt Taylor? If you go
around throwing dirty water from pails on my crew, I’m warning you
that I won’t take it lightly.”
    I blush.
    “I know. It was wrong of me. I don’t know
what came over me, honest.”
    “He could sue you.”
    I am horrified. “No. I don’t think he would.
Would he?”
    The Captain leans back. “You never know about
these rock star types. They’re used to being quite the diva. You’re
evading the question, Rebecca.”
    “What question?” I am caught, I know it.
    “What’s your story with Kurt Taylor?” The
Captain’s gaze holds mine.
    My frisson of admiration for his stormy grey
eyes is tempered only by my misgivings.
    I sigh. “It’s a long story.”
    “I’ve got time.”
    I hesitate, and then I tell him.
    I tell him everything that happened between
Kurt Taylor and me and Adeline Frost.

KURT
     
    Another day, another chore.
    This time, I am required to wipe the
portholes – from the inside and out, whichever can be reached, of
course. This is a painstaking task which I have never performed
before, and which I’m willing to bet a lot of people have never
performed it before either. Hell, I have never even wiped windows
before, so I am finding this task particularly arduous.
    I am outside the third deck or thereabouts,
polishing a peculiarly resistant piece of smudge which has gotten
on one porthole, when a shadow obstructs my light.
    “Hi,” says a female voice.
    I turn. “Hi.”
    She is a brightly dressed teenager. Flouncing
blonde hair, nice teeth, freckles and she is wearing a pair of
those colorful Adidas sneakers with the rainbow laces. Her tank top
is neon pink and her tight cut-off pants are a bright blue. Talk
about color overkill.
    Teenagers are a rarity on a cruise ship
filled with senior denizens, and I have been besieged by two who
recognize me already.
    “You are Kurt Taylor,” she says breathlessly.
“I read about you. Can I have your autograph?”
    She is carrying nothing but an iPod Mini
which is hooked on her belt. It is connected to her ears by a pair
of headphones.
    “Sure, but you don’t have something I can
autograph.”
    “Oh, I do.” She smiles and peels down the
neckline of her halter top. Her pert