Lucky Break (5 page)

Lucky didn't know Jordan was homeless. She knew she should open up more and tell Lucky what was going on, but she didn't want to talk about it. Lucky wouldn't understand, her life was different. Her parents cared and called her everyday.

"That's what happens when someone loves you, they make sure you're ok," she said to herself.

Jordan left her mother's house three weeks ago and still hadn't heard from them. She considered reaching out to her father, but her mother made sure she never had a relationship with him, so she didn't know what to expect. She felt better staying with the devil she knew than the devil she didn't. Not that her father was bad, she just didn't know.

She picked up the phone and called room service.

"Hi, how long would it take to get food delivered to my room?"

"We're a bit short handed right now so at least an hour. The restaurant is still open though."

"Ok, thanks."

Grabbing her room key, wallet and cell phone, she thought about texting Lucky back but didn't see the point in it. She was glad she was getting out. Lucky deserved it after working so hard. She couldn't help feeling neglected though, she was raised that way.

Dressed in skinny jeans, a pair of Uggs, and an oversized dark purple tee shirt, she slipped into the elevator and hit the lobby button. As the elevator doors closed she saw Dylan, his light brown hair covering his face as he ran towards the elevator.
 

"Hold the elevator!"

She hit the open doors button. As the doors retracted, Dylan entered the elevator and leaned against the back wall as he caught his breath. Side glancing at him, Jordan reminded herself not to drool, he was that hot. He swept his shoulder length hair back from his face, revealing the light scruff of a goatee and blue tinted sunglasses.

She appreciated the unique appearance of his black jeans, maroon striped button shirt, black vest, and the blue scarf casually draped around his neck. On anyone else the combination would have looked ridiculous, but on Dylan it made him look even more like a rock star.

"You getting something to eat?"
 

Startled by the question, Jordan didn't reply right away. She took a moment to secretly pinch herself to make sure she really was awake.

"Umm yes, I am. What about you?"

"Yup. Damned room service takes too long." He smiled at her. "Want to join me?"

Little did she know, but Dylan asked room service to suggest she go down to the restaurant and then call him. Being on the road for as long as he had, Dylan learned that even minor stardom had its privileges and he enjoyed using those privileges to impress those he wanted to know better.

Exiting the elevator, he put his hand on the back of her
 
neck and walked close beside her. She felt the heat of his hand on her bare skin travel through her body and it gave her tiny chills up and down her spine.

The restaurant was a mixture of wood molding and tall windows which reflected back the glamour of the large room. With only two tables taken the maitre d could have seated them anywhere, but chose to place them in a secluded corner.

As they walked to their table they passed a long, glossy wooden bar with mirrors behind the bottles. Paul, the band's drummer, sat at the end of the bar drinking with his head hung low and a cigarette burning between his fingers despite the hotel being non-smoking.

Jordan sat back and gave Dylan a suspicious look. She eyed the wait staff who looked ready to pounce at any request, then noticed the maitre d' slip what looked like cash into his pocket.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't give me that. Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean I'm dumb. I wasn't sheltered like Lucky. Now what is all this?"

Dylan laughed. "I've had my eye on you since LA. I like you and wanted to get to know you better."

"Yeah I've heard about you bass players," Jordan said playfully. "Everyone always says to watch out for the lead guitarist, but its really the bass player who needs to be watched."

"Ha. You caught me." He smiled and waved over a waiter. "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a Coke."

"And...?"

"And? How many drinks should I have?"

"No, a Coke and...?"

"Ice?"

He laughed as he shook his head. "Amazing. I'll have the same. Guess there goes that plan."

"What plan?"

"To get you drunk and have my way with you." He winked.

"Well who said you had to get me drunk?"

They spent the evening talking about whatever came to mind. Jordan counted it as the best date of her life. Time flew by and before either of them realized it, the staff was cleaning the restaurant around them.

"I'm glad you had dinner with me. We should make this a regular thing. I meant what I said before. I want to get to know you."

"I'd love that."

As the elevator doors closed, Dylan leaned back against the elevator wall again, this time holding her hand. Jordan gave him a sly glance as she waited for him to kiss her, but then decided she shouldn't have to wait.

Turning towards him, he met her half way and their lips locked. He was so much taller than her that she stood on her tippy toes until he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Her heart raced as he pushed her against the wall and pressed himself against her. She ran her fingers over his stubbled cheek and into his hair as he pressed her tighter against him.

Reaching for the elevator buttons, he hoped to stop it and not interrupt their moment, but then heard a loud ding. The elevator slowed and opened its doors. He was too late, they were at their floor.

He slid his fingers between hers and they held hands. She didn't think her heart would stop pounding. As they walked down the hall she tried to quietly control her breathing since she was still excited from their kiss.

He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her, slowing their walk but not saying a word. When they got to her room, she thought about inviting him in, but quickly changed her mind. She was sharing a bus with Dylan for the next couple of weeks. If they slept together too soon it could ruin everything.

"I'm not even going to ask," he said before smiling at her then slowly kissing her lips. "We have plenty of time. I'll see you in the morning."

Her heart skipped as she listened to him. She made a mental note to ask him about his strange accent which sounded like a combination of places yet somehow suited him.

Grabbing him, she gave him one final deep kiss before she slowly, regretfully entered her hotel room by herself.

Chapter Five

The plans were to meet for breakfast in the hotel restaurant before getting back on the road. Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows and reflected on the silverware and dishes.
 

As Lucky entered the dining room, she groaned and pushed her dark oversized sunglasses further up her nose. She never felt so lousy in her life. It wasn't that she drank the night before, she didn't have more than a few sips, she just hated mornings. A good night's rest and getting up closer to noon was more her style.

The smell of the breakfast buffet made her a little dizzy at first, but was quickly replaced by hunger. Spotting Jordan by the waffle maker, she stumbled over as she tried to protect her eyes from the sunlight. This was her punishment for only getting an hour's worth of sleep.

"What did you do last night?" Jordan asked.

"Shhh! Why are you yelling? I'm not awake yet."

"I'm not yelling," Jordan said angrily before taking her waffle and making her way over to a table in the corner where she left her things.

Lucky followed her and dropped into the seat across from her. "I'm sorry I went out without you."

"Well at least I don't have to tell you what you did. You've been so busy with everything and everyone else that I don't even know what I'm doing here."

"I'm sorry. I did text you though. We met some guys at the signing. They're fans, can you believe it? Plus I thought you were tired."

"Seriously, Luck? Groupies?"

"No! They weren't groupies. They were...just a group of guys who..." Lucky's voice trailed off as she thought and then she started giggling. "I have groupies!"

Jordan sighed and shoved a big piece of waffle into her mouth. Lucky knew Jordan didn't like Kat, but that was because she didn't know her. Kat was the kind of girl Lucky always wished she was friends with. One with lots of experience who knew how to make the most of life.

"I'm telling you, I know girls like Kat. You gotta watch yourself with her."

"Give me a break, Kat's great. You just need to get to know her."

"Lucky, listen to me. She's an opportunist. She wants something. I'm also pretty sure she's on something. Look at her."

As if on cue, Kat entered the dining room looking stunning and refreshed. She dressed in all black, from her knee high boots over skin tight jeans, up to her off the shoulder blouse. She sauntered over and sat down beside Lucky.

"Geez, you look terrible. Didn't you get any sleep?" Kat asked.

"Sleep? We just got back two hours ago. How the hell are you rested and looking like that?"

Kat shrugged. "It's life on the road, girlie. You'll adjust soon enough." She turned to Jordan. "You should've been there last night. I'm telling you guys, there's nothing like a house party. I've been on the road for five years now. Someone tells me there's a house party and I'm there. You never realize how comforting a house is until you're living out of your suitcase."

Jordan rolled her eyes at Kat and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Is everyone here yet?" Lucky asked as she looked around, but no one answered her.

The dining room was empty except for wait staff and a few random people, the band and the roadies. Lucky spotted Dylan at the buffet, but not Paul and began to worry. She remembered how upset he was for messing up the show, but she thought maybe Dylan got through to him.
 

"Anyone see Paul?"

"We saw him last night at the bar while Dylan and I had dinner," Jordan said.

"We? My Dylan? Bass player Dylan? When did this–?"

Dylan brought Jordan some pastries from the buffet and sat beside her. "Tell them about our date?"

Jordan looked down at her lap as a huge smile covered her face. She shook her head. "No, I like to keep things to myself."

Lucky scowled in her seat. She let the excitement of the show get to her and forgot about her best friend. At the same time it looked like her neglect led to the biggest smile she'd ever seen on her friend's face. Jordan couldn't be that mad at her.

Suddenly Lucky felt a kick from under the table and turned to Jordan in surprise. "What is it?" She saw a stunned expression on her friend's face and followed her gaze to the doorway. Lucky's jaw dropped as her heart flipped inside her chest.
 

Standing at the entrance of the dining room was a rock god. He stood tall, in a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeve tan distressed tee shirt with the remnants of an eagle stretched across his muscular chest. His short choppy brown hair looked like he just rolled out of bed. To Lucky this wasn't just any rock god, Jude Morrison was
the
rock god.

As Jude took off his sunglasses, he entered the room and went over to Richard Black who sat alone at a table by the door. Lucky couldn't take her eyes off him. She wasn't the only one. All eyes were on him. No one uttered a word while they wondered why such a famous drummer was in their midst.

Even if you didn't recognize him, you knew he was a rock star. He embodied it. Jude Morrison wasn't just any rock star though, he was the drummer to Silverlight, the biggest band of the last generation.

A waitress ran up to him, her hands flapping excitedly as she spoke.
 

"Oh. My. Gawd! It's you! I absolutely love you. Can you sign something for me?"

She handed him a marker and opened her blouse for him to sign her breasts. When he was done, the waitress reached up and kissed him. He responded by dipping her dramatically, giving her a quick peck, and then letting her go.