The minute I set foot in the club, I noticed him.

He was hard to miss… tattoos, posse… V.I.P. booth, gaggle of underdressed groupies…

Typical rock star.

I rolled my eyes as I typed out a text to Hannah.

“Parker Sloan is here…”

I knew she’d kill me if I didn’t keep her informed on the location of her precious rock star.

Her reply was a series of ‘OMFG’ and 'are you serious?’ Followed by an 'I'm on my way’.

Hannah was infatuated with that man – among others. She had been for as long as we'd been friends. I had to admit, he wasn't exactly my type; tall, dark-haired, brooding and covered in tattoos didn’t really do it for me, but holy hell he had a way with music.

I couldn’t deny the fact that his talent was enough to make him alluring. It wasn’t nearly enough to make me want to throw myself at him – but the same could not be said for my best friend.

He was one of the reasons we’d been hanging out in this club for the past year or so; Han was always hoping that he, or one of her other obsessions would be here, so she could get ‘her shot’ – her words, not mine.

I thought she was crazy. I didn’t see what the big deal was – he was just like any other guy in this club. Fame, money and publicity didn’t flick my switch the way it obviously did for so many others.

I watched with amusement as woman after woman made their attempt to get up to where he was seated, his arms splayed widely on the booth, bored smirk on his face. Most of them failed, but every now and then, Parker, or one of his boys would nod at their security, and a girl would be given access.

I skirted around the edge of the dance floor, heading for the quiet end of the bar and heard his name mentioned at least ten times on my travels. It appeared my vagina was the only one in here that didn’t care to be Parker Sloan’s parking space for the night.

I shook my head at their naive stupidity. I never understood the obsession some women, my best friend included, had with the rich and famous. He was known for being untameable – Parker Sloan didn’t do girlfriends… but these girls obviously thought they could be the one to change all of that.

I don’t get it.

I reached the bar and hoisted myself up onto one of the bar stools – no small feat for a girl my height.

I dreaded to think about what Hannah was doing to ‘primp’ for the evening and I actually shuddered when I thought about what she might deem a good choice of outfit.

I glanced back over to Parker and his friends and found myself watching him, trying to figure out what all the fuss was about.

I honestly didn’t see what the big deal was.

He threw his head back and laughed and I begrudgingly admitted to myself that he was easy to watch.

So is a dog doing a trick…

Sure, there was something about him…

I guess he is good looking, if that’s what you’re into…

It wasn’t necessarily that either though, he had this magnetism about him… an energy I could feel from even this distance, and for a fraction of a second I could understand why he was such a hot commodity.

Two girls that didn’t look more than a day over twenty-one walked past me on their way to the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but overhear the topic of their conversation.

“He only does blondes,” the black-haired one insisted to the blonde one. “You should totally go for it.”

The blonde one nodded in agreement. “I read that he’s like, a total adrenaline junky… if I could get up there we’d totally hit it off, right?” she replied with a flip of her hair.

Jesus…

“Totally.” Her friend nodded enthusiastically.

“Like, totally,” I mocked as they strolled past out of ear shot.

Christ, what have I got myself into here…

I shot daggers in Parker’s direction.

This is all your fault.

I cursed him and his celebrity status in my mind.

“Damn rock stars,” I mumbled under my breath.

I sat back and waited for Hannah to turn up. I cringed just thinking about it. She’d be no better than the two desperate girls I’d just witnessed when she finally did arrive.

I was embarrassed for her already.