Rocked Parts 1-4 Box Set: A New Adult Rockstar Romance (Billionaire's Obsession Book 124) Read Online Free PDF Page A

scheduled to take me to the airport.
    All I took was my purse with my wallet and essentials, and a carry-on bag with all my clothes, shoes and accessories. My phone was fully charged, and I brought an extra charger, just in case my regular one died during the trip. I also stashed some granola bars and beef jerky in one of the side pockets, for snacking on the flight. Satisfied with my preparation, I pushed up off the floor and went to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
    My flight and interview outfit was a black pantsuit with a coral tank underneath the jacket. I slicked my shoulder-length blonde hair back into a low ponytail. To top off the look, I slipped in a pair of small, silver hoop-earrings. I rarely wore jewelry. It was a habit from years spent in the ring. And I essentially lived in athletic wear, but when the opportunity came up, I liked getting a little dressy.
    The next step was makeup. Again, this was not something I was used to doing much. As a fighter, you gain no real advantage with it. Sure, I’d put on a swipe of waterproof mascara and a dab of tinted lip gloss before going on camera, but that was pretty much it. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a minute before starting. My skin was clear enough not to require foundation, but this was special. I applied a small amount, and even dabbed some concealer under my eyes. I wanted to hide the fatigue lines that had cropped up sometime in the last six months. I swept some blush on my cheeks to help highlight my cheekbones, and then a layer of bronzer on top of that to give me a healthy-looking glow.
    Living in Miami provided me with a pretty solid natural tan year-round, so the bronzer was more of an accent. I did my eyes last, choosing a neutral color to complement my grey-green eyes. With a couple layers of mascara at the end, I was good to go. I stood back and did a spin in the mirror, checking all the angles. I gave myself a nod of approval before leaving the bathroom, switching off the lights on my way out.
    Sipping on my cup of coffee, I waited for the driver. The doubts and worries that had plagued me overnight surfaced again. As I pushed one away, another took its place. By the time the phone rang, I was distracted, and the sound startled me. I ended up splashing coffee on my hand.
    “Shit!” I jumped up and ran to the kitchen to wash it off my hand, checking my sleeve to make sure it was clean.
    This was nervous energy and anxiety, pure and simple. I answered the phone on the last ring and told the driver I would be right down. I quickly wiped off the table with a paper towel, tossed it, and then grabbed my bags. After locking up, I hurried downstairs to the waiting town car.
    “Hello, Ms. Baker.”
    “Hello.” I said.
    “Let me take your bags, ma’am,” he replied.
    “Thank you.”
    I held up the small carry-on bag, and he stowed it away in the trunk before returning to open the back passenger-side door for me. I slid inside the car, and he gently closed the door behind me. Within minutes, we were heading toward the freeway.
    “So, where are you headed?”
    “Oh, I thought you knew! I need to go to the airport,” I said, suddenly panicked.
    The driver laughed. “We are. I meant where are you going from there?”
    “Oh,” I said, mentally kicking myself for being so high-strung. “Los Angeles.”
    “Ah, the City of Angels. Very good. Business or pleasure?”
    “I have a job interview,” I replied, happy for the distraction.
    The driver went on to recommend restaurants and sights I should see once in town. Before I knew it, we were sitting at the departures lane at Miami International Airport. He came around to open my door, but I had already let myself out. He rushed to get my bag from the trunk.
    “Have a nice trip, ma’am,” he said as he handed over the bag.
    “Thanks. Have a nice day,” I replied, slipping a twenty into his hand.
    I was sure that Mr. Willis had prepaid the tip, but this man had been so nice to try