Page 18 of Hard Rock Fling
Too bad. Damon would have to learn not all girls would fall over themselves to be around him.
Of course, I doubted he would learn that lesson today. Whenever the girls sidled up next to Ian he gave them teasing smiles but didn't engage in his usual excessive flirting. The disappointment on their faces only lasted as long as it took for them to turn their attention to Ian's brother instead. Damon, of course, basked in their adoration. He reached out to stroke their hair and whispered things in their ears that made them blush. Clearly, it didn't matter to them which half ofDamianflirted with them.
Not all of them acted like that, though. At least a handful were there to do their actual jobs.
"Damian!"One of the PR girls held up her phone in a questioning gesture. "Can you guys pose next to each other with your guitars?"
They both reveled in the attention, throwing their arms over each other's shoulders and facing the girl.
She pursed her lips. "No, that's not quite right. Can you both move your feet so you're in the same position? And you're not holding your guitars the same way. Can you mimic each other's fingers on the fret board?"
They both complied, shuffling their limbs. The girl raised her phone to her face, then lowered it with a shake of her head.
"It's still not symmetrical. I need you guys to be posed the exact same."
Ian stiffened minutely, his lightly amused expression frozen on his face. Damon hugged his twin with a squeeze around his shoulder.
"Got it," Damon said. "One person, two bodies, right?"
"Exactly."
Ian's expression grew dark for a brief moment. I sat up in my chair, worried. Then his face smoothed out, mirroring his twin's and shifting his body. "Does this work for you?"
"Perfect!" The girl snapped picture after picture, but was quick about it, only taking up ten seconds of their time. She moved on to the next one. "Noah! Give me a sexy glare."
Noah jerked in surprise, his usual glower softening. The girl shook her head.
"No, not that look. The other one. Like you're pissed off."
Cameron immediately flung himself at Noah, clinging to him and ruffling his hair. "This'll get him all worked up."
"Get the fuck off," Noah grumbled, elbowing Cameron in the ribs.
The bassist laughed and bounced away. "There you go babe, one pissed off look."
The camera snapped a dozen times. Noah glared at Cameron's retreating back.
"Perfect! August, you're next."
Ian detangled himself from his brother, his expression clouded again. He murmured something into Damon's ear, nodding his head towards the door. He lifted his arms up high, stretching as he walked out of the room. The motion made his t-shirt ride up, exposing a stripe of toned abs and a line of dusky hair leading to…
My heart beat faster. I glanced away, not wanting to get caught staring.
I continued taking notes as the social media and PR people took their pictures and asked their questions. Watching the band members interact with each other in such a casual setting was eye opening. My brain was nearly bursting with ideas.
The band set up to start another song. Ian was still gone.
"Hey guys, hold up a minute," Damon said.
"Where's your bro?" Cameron asked.
"Went to get a coffee. Said he needed a breather."
"Why don't we all take twenty?" August suggested. "We've been at this for a while."
"I'll go find him and let him know there's no rush," Damon said.
"No, let me." I jumped up without thinking. "I, uh, I need a coffee, too. I'm sure I'll run into him."
