Page 37 of Hard Rock Fling
Noah flinched, letting out a faint grunt. The lead singer gave Cameron such a dirty look I thought the bassist would be set aflame on the spot.
Cameron threw him a shit-eating grin, and nodded his head towards me, silently telling him to pay attention.
"Noah's the last stage of the relationship. His heart was walled off. He was covered in spikes. But some of his walls are starting to come down. Some of those spikes are falling off. He's starting the healing process. He'll slowly learn to love again."
Noah let out a strangled noise.
"You did say she was perceptive," Damon muttered to Ian under his breath.
Maybe I'd touched a nerve.
"I like it." Kristine gave me an approving nod. I wriggled a little in my seat, happy the person in charge of all Product Development praised my ideas.
"It's not bad." Janet said grudgingly. Maybe she hated being one-upped by an intern. At least she wasn't shooting me down.
"We can run with that," Naomi agreed. "We'll need much more detail, though."
"This was a basic outline of my ideas," I said. "We can continue working on them together."
"So what about us?" Ian said.
"We want a new look," Damon continued.
"Give me a few days," I told them. "I'll come up with something you'll both like."
Damon wanted to be the same.
Ian wanted to be different.
I wondered how the hell I could pull that off.
Chapter Fourteen
That had beenmy last meeting for the day. Even though I wasn't needed at the office, I was going to have to go home and continue working. The Twins needed a different concept. Something similar but different. My heart sank the longer I thought about it. I had no idea what I was going to do.
I rode the elevator to the first floor, took one step out into the street and smacked face first into a muscled chest.
"Sorry!" I apologized quickly, bending to pick up my fallen bag. "I wasn't watching where I was going."
"I was."
I stood up and found myself face to face with Ian.
"I was watching you very closely." He slid a hand down my back to grab a handful of cheek, squeezing gently. "Your ass looks fantastic in that skirt."
I swatted his hand away and backed up, holding my purse in front of me like a shield. "I wasn't thinking of my ass when I chose it."
Despite pushing him away, I wanted his hands back on me, caressing every inch of my skin, sliding lower until his fingers were between my legs.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared into those green eyes. Eyes I hadn't been able to stop thinking about.
"You heading somewhere?"
"Just back home. I've got to start re-working that concept."
Ian's face turned dark, clouding over with frustration.
I had to ask him. "Did you like my idea?"
