Page 49 of Hard Rock Fling
I knew The Twins had some sort of obsession with those things. I'd never seen Ian or Damon without a pair on both arms. I'd used the last bits of material to make the cuffs, using a base of thick black leather.
Ian's eyes lit up as he made a grabby motion. "Awesome.Gimme."
I held the cuff out of range. "I don't know, you've been pretty bad today, what with all the teasing. Do you think you deserve a reward?"
Ian threw me lascivious smirk. "Sweetness, you've got no idea how bad I can be."
My breath caught, both at the words and at the tone in which he'd said them. "Fine, then." I tried not to sound breathless. "Give me your old one. We'll try on this new one to see if it fits." I held out my hand, waiting.
I was taken aback when his whole body stiffened. Ian's eye darted around, as if he were nervous. I had no idea why that might be. I tried to lighten the mood, dangling the bracelet in front of his nose.
"Don't you want to try it on?"
He visibly forced his shoulders to relax. "I'm sure it fits, sweetheart. I'll try it on later."
I paused, looking at him with considering eyes. Why did he not want to take off his wrist cuff? He had reacted the same way at the party.
I'd seen Ian with gauze under the cuff one time during their practice session. He said he'd hurt himself on the hand dryer. Was the wound still sore? Maybe there was a scar. Maybe he didn't want me to see something marring his otherwise perfect body. I knew rock stars could be vain, but I hadn't thought Ian was like that. It was cute.
I decided to let the subject go. "It's fine, you can try it on whenever."
The tension around his eyes eased up. "So what else you got for me? Special rock star underwear?"
"You can wear your own underwear under your outfit."
"Maybe I won't wear any at all." He winked.
Which of course only made me think of his cock. I fought back a flush and shot back. "Then it's your own fault if your skin gets rubbed raw."
"That just gives you a reason to kiss it better."
I was never going to win at this game. Ian held all the cards, all the chips, practically the entire casino at this point. He kept me so off balance, and he knew it. He reveled in it. He was toying with me, just like all the rumors said he did.
The worst part was, I loved it.
When the fittings were done, the rest of the band had to leave and go back to the recording studio. I stayed behind to clean up, leaving me privy to intern gossip.
"They're so talented," one of them, a red head, sighed. Her hair was the same bright red as Cameron's. Probably not a coincidence.
"I still can't believe I got this internship," a blonde girl gushed. "I've loved Darkest Days since the very beginning. I'm so lucky I get to work with them."
"Yeah, there weren't many internship spots to go around, were there?" I asked.
Four girls gave me piercing looks. I blinked. The stares weren't hostile, exactly. More… calculating.
"Word is, you got promoted to some sort of position high up," Red Hair asked.
"I'm just an intern," I insisted, though I still wasn't sure that term applied to me or not.
"You're working with the Directors of Marketing and Product Development," the blonde said. "Janet has been bitching about you for weeks."
"Oh god. What's she saying?"
Red Hair answered. "Just grumbling about upstart interns and no-talent hacks."
I felt oddly hurt. Janet clearly didn't see the same things in me August had. Maybe I wasn't all that special.
"But from what I've heard, the band loooves you." She drawled out the word and rolled her eyes. "Especially Damian."
