Simon: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

to get out of my car.
 
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    “Please be there, please be there,” I said, taking a sip of my freshly poured glass of white wine, a bottle that cost less than my salad at dinner. I texted jointly to Brynn and Trinity.
    Me: Hey, you guys there?
    I waited, taking another sip of wine and reprimanding myself for acting the way I was. Why did I even care when Simon said we weren’t on a date and our dinner was just business? He was correct, technically, but I had been having such a great time that I’d forgotten. I palmed my forehead a bit too hard, making me wrinkle my nose. My eyes even started to water just a bit.
    Buzz.
    Brynn: Hello, how’s Minneapolis tonight?
    Me: Breezy and cold
    Brynn: Have you seen Simon yet?
    Me: Yes, can I call you?
    Brynn: Sure, give me five so I can go into the living room. Gauge is asleep.
    Me: Sorry!
    Brynn: No worries
    Trinity: Hey girls
    Me: Can you three way?
    Trinity: You getting kinky on me?
    Me: Haha
    Trinity: Oh, lighten up. Yes, I can.
    Five long minutes passed and I called, connecting me to my besties. I knew that Brynn was in LA, but honestly, I had no idea where Trinity was. She was always on the go now. Things had launched for her quickly and she was living large. Modeling, acting, and even getting awards for that video. Some off-beat awards show with a name I couldn’t recall had even nominated her for Hot Diva of a Video.
    “Hey guys,” I said. “Thanks for being there.”
    “What are we here for?” Brynn asked.
    “I just need to sound a few things off of you two. I’m kind of freaking out and don’t understand it. It’s an SOS.”
    “So you’re the crazy in Minneapolis?” Brynn asked. Our SOS stood for Save Our Sanity.
    “Yep,” I said.
    “Let’s see, you’ve been around Simon, you feel like you’re losing your sanity, I detect ooh-la-la,” Trinity said.
    “No ooh-la-la,” I said quickly.
    “Then what?” Brynn asked. “Is he unsure about helping out with your project?”
    “Oh, he’s evaluating it thoroughly,” I said.
    “And your heart doesn’t know how to take that, I’m guessing,” Brynn said.
    “Bingo,” I replied.
    Suddenly I heard some giggling come across the digital airwaves. I instinctually crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue. “Not alone, Trin?”
    She laughed her answer. “Nope.”
    “Need to go?” I asked.
    “Yep,” she said.
    “Have fun and be safe,” I replied, now laughing myself.
    “I’m handcuffed so I’m safe,” she said.
    “How are you holding the phone?” I asked.  “Wait, on second thoughts, don’t tell me. We’re in the TMI zone.”
    Trinity cut out mid-laugh and was gone. It was just Brynn and me.  I stayed seated on the couch and took another sip of wine. Stress reliever, or so I tried to convince myself.
    “So everything went good, Jessie?”
    “Yeah, it was a great night. Good food and conversation.”
    “But…” she said.
    “But…I got too comfortable, I think. It was so nice and we were having such a good time. Then the waitress said something about a date, Simon said business, and I was completely thrown off. It’s so ridiculous. I don’t even know why it’s bugging me, but it is,” I confessed.
    “It seems obvious to me.”
    “Please, enlighten me because I feel like punching a pillow.” I stared at the innocent pillow next to me and shoved it away—for its own protection.
    “Punch it if you want. Who cares? You know, you’re stressing out over nothing, Jessie. Relax. He’s a good looking guy, you two had a great night, and even if you had a common purpose for the meeting, it doesn’t mean that it couldn’t turn into more. Don’t put so much thought into it.”
    “I just can’t afford to let my guard down like I did. This is too important to me and I’m so vested in it. He’s all business and that’s cool, but if I forget that, I might just goof this up, and that’s not acceptable.”
    “Because you want to upend your professor?” Brynn said.
    “Well,