Sidecar Crush (Bootleg Springs #2)

JAMESON

T his was, hands down, the strangest thing I’d ever done in my life. I was dressed in an expensive suit, about to walk my girl through a jungle of reporters at a studio party in L.A. It was a far cry from anything this kid from West Virginia had ever experienced before.

Leah Mae looked stunning. Her long gold dress shimmered when she moved, and her heels made her almost as tall as me. Bright red lips begged me to kiss them and with her hair up, the smooth skin of her neck taunted me. I wanted to lick her all over.

I hoped I was a good counterpart. My suit was nice—fit well. She’d told me a dozen or more times how good I looked. It wasn’t the most comfortable getup, but I appreciated it for what it was. Felt like I fit in—on the outside, at least.