DJ Hot Pants

By Ember-Raine Winters

Courtney

My best friend says I’m clumsy... in my defense it was only one kitchen and no one was hurt. A new voice through my radio has me cyberstalking a DJ... the worst thing happened today my clumsiness takes control as I’m grabbing the biggest case of beer. I end up hitting a brick wall and falling. Turns out the brick wall is the DJ I’m stalking. Oh lord... What’s a girl to do?

Brice

I am the new nighttime DJ... The sweetest voice called in to request a song, but I keep forgetting... she’s not afraid to bust my chops about it... best thing happened to me today I slipped on the slick floor and ended up falling for a girl. She’s beautiful and turns out she’s the voice that calls me out on the radio..When did she become My Girl?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ember-Raine Winters
• Release date: Mar 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386862284

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By, Ember-Raine Winters

DJ Hot Pants

Copyright © 2018 Ember-Raine Winters

Cover Design: Ember-Raine Winters

Photo: Vic D

Editor: Randie Creamer

Formatter: Ember-Raine Winters

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Acknowledgements

Dedication

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Epilogue: Courtney

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Author Note

Are you stalking me?

Acknowledgements

I have the best family in the world! They put up with my crap and are super supportive. Especially, my mom and sister. They are the best!

My DAT girls, you know who you are. Thank you so much for always being there for me during this crazy journey. I will always love you! (Even when you send me questionable pictures of Justin Beiber.

The best Goodreads group ever! Particularly authors Annie Arcane and Jane Blythe. You ladies have helped me so much in the last few months! Thank youuuu!! Mwah!

All of the amazing Indie Authors and bloggers I have met over the last year! I freaking FLOVE you! You have made the last year one of the best and I can’t wait for the next!

Last, but not least my editor, Randie Creamer. [e-mail] I couldn’t do this without you! Thank you so much!

Dedication

To the best radio DJ in the world, thanks for being such a great sport about all this.

COURTNEY

Sitting on a rocker out on my back porch wrapped in a blanket, enjoying a cold beer, I listened to the radio like I did every night. It was how I unwound from the stress of the day and put aside the thoughts of how many times I fell on my ass or embarrassed myself, which was usually at least once if not more.

The seven o’clock hour came on and I got ready for the best part of my day. A sexy smooth voice rolled through the speaker and I whipped my head to glare the radio in shock, and before I knew it, a feeling of weightlessness overcame me as my rocker tipped to the side, landing me hard on my ass. So much for not thinking about falling on my ass.

I sat there for a second in shock before picking my sorry behind up and dusting myself off. What the hell? Who is that?

This is Brice, the voice said answering my question, and I want to thank you all for listening. My buddy J got switched to the morning hour, and lucky for me I get to hang out with the best crowd of the day… but don’t tell the nine-to-fivers I said that. His husky voice practically purred over the speakers. Let’s get rowdy with some good ol’ Luke Bryan.

His voice cut out, and one of my favorite country songs blasted through. Over the course of the next few hours, I listened to that silky, smooth voice cracking jokes, teasing his new audience, and pretty much just made an adorable fool of himself. J had been my favorite DJ for a long time, but as the night wore on something about Brice had me liking him more and more.

Court, where is my clumsy friend at? I heard Tiffany yell from my front door the following day.

Suck it, Tiff. I don’t want to think about how big of an ass I made out of myself today. I shook my head remembering the monumental screw up I had while I was shopping in the grocery store. Hell, who was I kidding, it wasn’t the first and it probably wasn’t going to be the last.

What happened, babe? she asked coming into my room and looked at me with laughter in her eyes. The strain from her holding back her mockery as she peered at my stained clothes was obvious.

Do you want to hear the story or are you just going to stand there trying not to laugh at me?

No, please, hearing about your clumsiness is the best part of my day. She snickered, sitting down at the edge of my bed, ready to hear my latest tale of woe. Why does it look like you took a bath in strawberry jam?

Standing there tapping my foot waiting for her to stop, I took a cleansing breath and went on with my story.

I was in the grocery store in the bakery section looking at a cherry pie. That was all it took for the damn to burst and her loud laughter filled the room. Fidgeting with the pillow I was holding, I took a cleansing breath and waited for her to stop.

You done?

Sorry, babe, yes, please continue.

So, anyway, someone bumped into my cart that I was leaning on and my foot slipped out from under me and I landed on my back just before the pie I was holding flew through the air and landed down on me, splattering my clothes. This shirt used to be white.

Oh, honey.

Rolling my eyes I stripped the ruined top over my head, hopped off the bed, and walked to my closet. The second I was out of sight, her giggles turned back into loud riotous laughs.

Only you, Court, she said as she left to let me shower off the sticky mess.

I rushed through shower finally feeling less like an item on the dessert menu and more human again. Pans were clanking in the kitchen and I sighed with relief that Tiffany was once again cooking us dinner. We never spoke of the reason we had to leave our last apartment—I was still paying off the damages from that unfortunate cooking incident. Since then if we needed to eat, Tiff was responsible for anything other than take-out. That was something I could handle, well… in addition to the microwave. If it wasn’t microwaveable, I wasn’t allowed to make it.

Walking out into the kitchen, I continued to dry my soaking wet auburn hair with a towel, hoping it wouldn’t knot up without my blowing it out. If I were smart, I’d braid the damn thing, but with the amazing scents wafting through the room, my stomach rumbled loudly. 

Tiffany opened the refrigerator before I could take a step closer. You want a beer, babe? You look like you could use one.

Desperately, I said gratefully as she handed me the brown bottle. Taking a huge gulp, I smiled, thankful it was exactly what I needed to take the edge off another shit day.

Grabbing the plates from the cupboard above our tiny stove, she piled them both high with pasta covered in a rich cream sauce. That smells so good, I moaned as we walked into our little living room and plopped ourselves down on the faded hand-me-down sofa. It was getting close to seven and my newest obsession was getting ready to make an appearance. I was giddy with anticipation, nearly inhaling my food waiting to hear that voice.

What do you have planned for tonight? Tiffany asked around a bite of pasta. I arched a skeptical brow, curious to why she was asking.

The same thing we do every night, Pinky, try to take over the world, I deadpanned and Tiffany choked on the bite she just took. Her face turned red, so I gladly pounded on her back. Seriously? It wasn’t that funny.

She wheezed a stilted breath once she finally stopped coughing. You just caught me off guard.

I’m just glad you weren’t taking a drink… that would have sucked.

The alarm on my phone went off and I jumped from the couch to turn on the little portable radio in the kitchen. Some random country song blared through the speakers as I grabbed our plates and loaded up the sink with all the dirty dishes. It was the least I could do, and there wasn’t anyway I could burn down the house.

You know what? I think I’m gonna call and request a song. They used to play it all the time and they never play it anymore, I yelled out from the kitchen over to the living room where Tiffany was stretched out on the sofa, kicking her sneakers off.

Yeah, you do that. She laughed at my terrible excuse, rightly assuming my recent crush on the new DJ.

Whatever, I’m calling. Walking back into the room, I stuck out my tongue at her as I picked up my phone.

Watch was all she managed to get out before my foot slipped on a bit of water and I tumbled to the ground.

Ow, I bit my tongue, I garbled.

Serves you right. You still going to make that call?

BRICE

Being in the studio full-time was like a dream come true. I loved talking it up to an audience, and I was so thankful to J and Mike for giving me the opportunity. The night time crowd was wild and I loved every second of it.

Hey there, party peeps. Who’s ready for another wild night on late night? I know I am. Let’s get started with some Lee Brice. I removed my headphones as the song started blaring through the speakers. A few of the request lines were blinking, and since our station was pretty small, it was typically just me on these late-night shifts. I didn’t mind it; it actually helped me feel a little more connected to the audience without having to go through the program assistant.

Hellooo, KZRT, what can I do for you?

I wanted to request a song? A sweet as honey voice said over the phone.

Absolutely, what’s your name?

Courtney. There was a song a few months ago and they played it all the time, but I haven’t heard it in a long time and I was wondering if you could play ‘Flatliner’?

Yeah that one was hot for awhile, and then it just kind of faded out. I’ll see what I can do. Thanks for calling.

Thank you. Her voice was almost giddy and I chuckled to myself at her enthusiasm.

The night wore on and I did all of my usual bits. It was awesome having my own show and not having to just cover weekends and holidays anymore—my bank account certainly appreciated the boost.

Around ten o’clock my phone lit up again, and considering this was still my first week and my first-ever solo show, I was thrilled to already be getting a bit of an audience. 

Hello, KZRT, who’s this?

I was just wondering if you were ever gonna play my song? The sweet voice from earlier asked again and I smacked myself in the forehead.

Oh man, I’m such a bonehead, I groaned into the phone. She laughed a sweet tinkling sound that had me chuckling again. Cole has another song that’s pretty hot right now, so let me see what I can do. Will you be listening later?

Yeah, I have the radio by my side all the time.

I’m glad to hear that. I’ll play it after trivia so keep listening. Courtney, right?

Yes, she said happily, thank you!

Trivia took forever that night, but it was my favorite part of the show. The insane answers had me laughing out loud with every breath. It was almost midnight and the show was wrapping up, so I did my normal sign off, then saw the phone light up again.

"You forgot my song, again." The sweet voice grumbled over the line. Damn, I was such an idiot.

I’m an idiot, I confessed. But in my defense, trivia went super long tonight.

Yeah, I noticed that, the spitfire said in exasperation. I guess I couldn’t blame her for her frustration. She’d stayed up until midnight listening to me, waiting for the one song she requested right as the show began. I was wondering if any of them were ever gonna get it.

So, why didn’t you call in and end my torment, then? I teased, enjoying her sassy-sweet little voice over the phone.

I’m trying to win the cash they’re giving away. If I win with you, then I can’t win that, and that ones worth more. They’ve got that whole double jeopardy thing going on.

That’s true, so here is what I need you to do. Call in at seven tomorrow and remind me, and I will definitely play it for you. Thinking up a crazy offer, I said, Just call and say ‘Hey bonehead, are you gonna play my song?’ And I’ll know exactly who you are.

She laughed quietly before agreeing and we hung up the phone. Damn that girl sounded kind of hot. I’d never had someone call me out like that before; normally, they’d just never call back, but that girl seemed determined, which had me curious as to why she needed to hear that song so bad.

Nodding to Kit, who came in to take over the midnight to five shift, I headed out the front door of the building smiling to myself that seven tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough.

Kit, what the hell are you doing? A streak of white blond hair flew past me. She was sprinting down the hallway chanting like a lunatic. Chuckling, I spun in my chair to get a better look at her shenanigans.

I just said something really stupid on the radio, she said with a duh attitude as if I should know what the hell that was supposed to mean and why the hell she was sprinting down the hallway.

And… I prompted with a raised eyebrow, peering out the open door, holding my breath in an attempt to refrain from bursting into hysteria at my co-worker’s antics. What the hell had she said? And why was she still awake? She worked until 5 a.m. the damn loon should be home still sleeping.

When I used to do late night, instead of overnight—she stopped to catch her breath—I’d do this when I said something I shouldn’t on the air.

Shaking my head, I really didn’t want to ask the obvious question why, so I turned back in my chair, wheeled myself back over to the desk, and tried to block out the odd screaming. The characters at the studio were something else and created such a laid-back attitude, it was easy to thrive working there.

How are you liking late night? My buddy J swaggered over to me—dude had swagger for days. He was tall and built with that typical California surfer look.

"I love