Page 48 of Hard Rock Fling
A few well-placed elbows in his ribs made him eventually shut up. It didn't stop the shit-eating grin from taking over his face.
When Cameron stripped off his t-shirt to try on his outfit, I didn't blink. I'd seen his naked chest enough times it had no effect on me.
We'd worked hard on Cameron's outfit. It was split in half, like Two-Face from the Batman comics. The right side had one pristine white suit pant leg and a matching half-cape. He was shirtless underneath, as per his request. The left side, for his "demon" persona, consisted solely of one tight black leather pant leg. It was the accessories that made it. Clawed, bloody nails, a glow in the dark eye contact, and one bat wing sprouting from his shoulder blade.
I'd worried the half-and-half style would end up being ridiculous, but Cameron pulled it off with ease. He especially loved playing with his half-cape. He draped it around the interns and pulled off courtly ballroom moves, dipping them for pretend kisses. Surprisingly, he played the part of the chivalrous prince quite well.
August's outfit consisted of a tight white top and black leather pants so shiny and slick they looked like liquid ink. One could almost think he'd jumped into a pool and came out soaking wet, which had been my intention.
I left Noah’s fittings to one of the older, more brusque assistants. I was still a little wary of him. We hadn't spoken much at all, and he always appeared to be in a bad mood.
His outfit wasn't too far from his usual. For him, we'd put together a black leather jacket, half-adorned with spark spikes, their tips dripping with fake blood. We all had to move carefully around him, so we didn't accidentally get poked.
When Noah took off his shirt, my jaw nearly dropped. My eyes swept up and down his chest, drinking in the sight without meaning to. His abs were something most guys could only dream of, a rival to Cameron's.
Someone cleared their throat. "See something you like?"
I jumped. Ian stood behind me, his lips twitching. I didn't know whether he was trying not to laugh, or trying not to frown.
I ducked my head, embarrassed I had been caught staring. "I didn't know Noah was so, ah—" I tried to think of another word for drool-worthy, "—built. He's always wearing that leather jacket."
"You got a thing for hot lead singers?" Ian's tone was light, but there was a biting tone underneath his words. Maybe he was jealous of Noah. The thought that he cared enough to be jealous made my heart flutter.
I wanted to reassure him, but we were in the middle of work, surrounded by other employees. I couldn't very well tell him he was the only one I wanted to see naked.
Ian must have sensed my internal conflict. He gave me a devastating look and cupped my cheek. "No worries, sweetness." He spoke the words out loud in a teasing tone. "I know I'm the only man for you." He ran a finger down the side of my neck, making my insides melt. I suppressed a whimper.
The few assistants and interns who were paying attention to us shook their heads and rolled their eyes. They were used to his antics.
That melting feeling solidified into a lump in my throat. Of course no one thought anything of his flirting. Ian and Damon did it to all the girls.
I took a step back, jerking away. Ian dropped his hand, surprised.
"I see you haven't undressed yet." I tried to keep my voice steady, professional. "We should get you outfitted."
Ian did frown then, tilting his head and examining me closely. I forced a smile on my face, pretending everything was fine. "Let's get started."
I should have left Ian's fitting to someone else, but I knew I wouldn't be able to resist staring at his half naked body. At least if I was the one doing the fittings, I'd have an excuse to stare. And touch.
The fitting went smoothly as Ian tried on the various clothes we'd made for him. He would need multiple outfits to last him the entire promotion cycle.
He was particularly enthusiastic about his and Damon's matching vests.
"This is fuckingawesome." He'd put it on over his shirt and looked this way and that in the mirror, getting every angle. "It's like I'm literally covered in shattered glass." He smoothed his hand over the material. "It's not sharp, though."
"It's not real glass," I reminded him. "The fabric was just designed to appear that way."
Ian poked at one of the shards, stabbing with his finger.
"Quit it!" I swatted his hand away. "I've only been able to find enough material for one vest so far. I don't want you poking a hole through it."
Instead of replying, Ian took off the vest and threw it over my head, covering my face. I grumbled and tried to fix my messed up hair.
"If you're mean to me, I won't give you the best part."
"What's the best part?"
I reached into one of the boxes of accessories. "Matching wrist cuffs."
