Page 3 of Hard Rock Tease
"How lucky for you to have stumbled upon me."
I swallowed hard. I was either lucky or cursed. How could I possibly manage an interview after running into the lead singer of Darkest Days? My heart felt like it might explode out of my chest. My limbs were trembling. My insides were throbbing.
I had to get a hold of myself.
"I didn't mean to intrude. I'm here for an interview."
"This area is off limits to non-employees."
"I'm sorry. I think I got off on the wrong floor."
I hovered in the doorway, unable to make myself walk away.
"You want an autograph or something?" His voice full of snark. "I can't imagine why else you'd still be standing here."
"Sorry, I'll just…" I trailed off, breath hitching as Noah strode over.
He moved like a wild animal, purposeful, with a barely restrained edge. As he approached, he scanned me up and down, his dark eyes intense. I felt my nipples tighten and peak underneath my blouse.
His eyes lingered on my chest. I had no doubt he could see the effect he was having on me. I fought back a flush.
"Or maybe you want more than an autograph?"
I folded my arms over my stiff nipples to hide them. "I don't know what you mean."
"Fangirls throw themselves at me all the time. You think I don't recognize that look you're giving me?"
"I'm not throwing myself at you. I'm just standing here."
"Your nipples are hard as a rock."
A sense of shame swirled and combined with outrage inside my chest. "It's cold in here."
"It's almost summer."
"The air conditioning is on."
"Is that why your face is red?"
I put my hands to my cheeks. "It is not."
Noah smirked. "I bet your pussy's soaked, too."
My mouth popped open, appalled and turned on at the same time. Hearing those dirty words out of this man's mouth made my inner walls pulse.
"Famous rock star or not, you don't get to makes comments on my pussy."
"Am I wrong?" He took another step forward, crowding me until my back was nearly to the wall. My breathing sped up. I couldn't even tell if I was angry or turned on. He smirked. "Have I turned you speechless again?"
I inhaled a sharp breath, but nothing came out.
He narrowed his glinting eyes at me and backed away. I let out a wavering whimper, my vocal chords beginning to work again.
Noah gave me a darkly amused look as he walked through the open door. "Good luck with your interview, fangirl."
The moment he left I clung to the doorframe, my knees going weak. Shivers ran down my spine, half in arousal and half in anxiety. I only had room for one thought in my head.
Who exactly was this Noah Hart I'd met, and what the hell happened to my soulful, romantic poet?
