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"Sorry. This might be Janet."
"You don't work for her anymore. Tell her to shove off."
"I can't do that."
"Sure you can. Ian snatched my phone from my hand.
"Hey!" I protested.
He looked at the screen. "Darkest Days' Twin Guitarists Voted Most Eligible Bachelors," he read out loud. He looked to me with a raised eyebrow.
I groaned and put my face in my hands.
"This the kind of stuff you usually get notifications on?" He voice held a teasing note.
"Shut up," I grunted.
"You keeping tabs on me?"
"I told you I'm a fan."
Ian put the phone back in my hand. "I'm not sure whether to be flattered or creeped out."
"It's not like I'm stalking you. I need to keep up to date with Darkest Days news for my job."
"News like which member of the band has captured the hearts of women everywhere?"
"It's not my fault that's the kind of news that gets shared online," I grumbled.
"I'll have to blame the media on that one, then." He handed me back my phone with a grin. "You're too cute."
"Ten minutes, guys," August called from near the curtain as he peeked out, surveying the concert hall.
"Give me fifteen," I heard Damon call back with a dark chuckle.
I looked around but couldn't see Ian's brother.
"He's probably getting head from some girl in a dark corner." Ian looked torn between being amused and exasperated. "Don't know why he can't leave the fun for after our concerts." Ian gave me a sly look. "Like the kind of fun we're going to have afterwards."
A lump in my throat made it hard to speak. That's what our whole relationship was about.Fun.Two adults having a good time.
"You want to head back to your place after the concert?" I asked.
A pained look crossed his face. "Ah, shit, I forgot." Ian gave me a sorrowful look. "We've got to put in an appearance at a VIP party after the concert. I won't be free for hours."
He genuinely seemed sorry. He actually did want to spend more time with me.
Or maybe he just wanted to spend more time between my legs. The thought sent an unwanted spike of pain through my heart.
This is getting ridiculous,I scolded myself.Get your feelings under control.
"I'll make it up to you." Ian traced my lower lip with his thumb, a sensual caress, almost as good as a kiss. My breathed hitched. "Why don't you come over to my place tomorrow night? We can make dinner. Maybe watch a movie."
But from the look in his eyes, I could tell he was imagining a hundred dirty things he could do to make it up to me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
As I gotready for dinner at Ian's place the next day, a small part of me couldn't help cheering.It was like a date. Maybe he did have feelings for me after all.
