Page 21 of Hard Rock Fling
"Someone's coming."
I quickly pulled my skirt into place, attempting to tuck in my shirt with one hand while smoothing my hair with the other.
"What are you doing here?" Damon popped around the corner a few seconds later. "August wants us all together. Right now."
"Be there in a minute." Ian didn't take his eyes off me. I flushed and took a few more steps back.
"Whatever, man," Damon snorted and left.
Ian and I stood in silence for a few moments. I was still catching my breath, but he was unruffled. How often did he accost unsuspecting interns in the middle of the work day? He must have sensed I was still reeling. He moved back a few paces.
"Why did you kiss me?" I asked, my breathing still uneven.
"Because I wanted to." He smirked. "Are you telling me you didn't like it? Because I'd like to do a whole lot more than kissing."
I bit my lip and forced myself to answer truthfully. "No. I liked it."
His lips quirked up as a smug look spread across his face. "There's a party tonight."
I blinked at the non sequitur. "What?"
"Cam's throwing a huge party at his place. You should come."
"You're inviting me to another party?"
"This one's gonna be a rager." His eyes were alight with mischief. "There will be a bodyguard checking the guest list. Give them your name and tell them Damian invited you." He gave me a wink and sauntered off to join his bandmates. My lips still tingled.
"Wait!" I called. He tilted his head, questioning. "I'd rather tell them Ian invited me."
His eyes widened slightly, that same expression of wonder I'd seen before. His lips turned down slightly before cracking a small, rueful smile. "You can try, sweetheart." He flipped his sunglasses down over his eyes, hiding that brilliant green. "But I doubt they'll know who you mean."
Chapter Nine
Ialmost didn't makeit to the party. Not because I was nervous or had second thoughts. I almost didn't make it because of Janet.
"Please pleaseplease,"I begged Faith as she rifled through her closet. "I know it's inconvenient, but my boss asked for these documents tonight because she has an early morning meeting and she wants me to drop them off right now, but I need to get ready for the party andpleasecan you deliver them?"
Faith finally gave in. "Ugh. Fine. Stop begging. I'll do it. You just remember this the next time my boss asks me to do three things at once."
"I''ll be the errand girl next time, I promise."
She took a dress out of the back of her closet and threw it at me. "Here. Try this on. There's no way I'm letting you leave the house in your usual leggings and baggy sweaters."
"Interesting choice." The high neckline and long sleeves surprised me. She never wore anything scandalous, but Faith's style was less stuffy than the outfit suggested.
"It's called seven dresses in one." She pulled one of the arms out of the sleeve and did some complicated folding, turning it into a fashionable one sleeve dress with a just-barely-decent scooped neck. She also shifted the fabric around my waist to raise the hemline.
"I know I always say you should get out of the house more, but are you sure you want to party with rock stars?" Faith's voice was laced with concern. "Those things can get kind of crazy."
I hadn't told my sister the invitation had come from Ian personally. I didn't want her to start getting thoughts about me and him.
Even though she wouldn't have been wrong.
"I really want to go. I think it's important. For networking. Getting to know my colleagues. That kind of thing."
It wasn't a complete lie. Iwouldbe getting to know my colleagues. Just not the way Faith imagined.
Ian had kissed me. He'd more than kissed me. We made out at work where anyone could have caught us. Damon almost did catch us. I swallowed hard. The butterflies in my stomach were taking wing from the most fleeting of memories.
