Page 40 of Hard Rock Sin
Music blasted from speakers in the walls. It had a catchy electronic beat. It made me want to move my body instinctively.
A burst of laughter and cheering caught my attention. A trio of girls were lifting their cups in salute. All three wore pink princess tiaras on their heads.
A sense of envy hit me. Everyone was having so much fun. Dancing, and drinking, and hanging out with their friends. I'd been stuck studying and going to class and doing not much else for weeks.
The hell with it. I didn't care what my brother thought.
I was going to have fun at a rock star party.
I closed my door and ran to my closet, pulling out the cutest skirt and top I could find that wasn't in need of laundering — a purple shimmering tank top and a short black skirt that flared over my thighs.
I quickly threw my hair into a high ponytail and applied a bit of makeup, no more than a quick coat of gloss, mascara, and a hint of eyeliner. I surveyed myself in the full length mirror that hung from my closet door. I nodded, satisfied. I left my bedroom and firmly closed the door behind me.
With a toss of my ponytail I approached the trio of tiara-wearing girls.
"Hey, where'd you guys get those drinks?" I asked.
One of them squealed, a high pitched breathy sound. "Oh my god, I love your top!"
"It's so cute," the second one gasped. "Where'd you get it?"
Would they be repulsed if I said I got it at Forever 21? Was I supposed to make up some fancy brand?
Before I could answer, the third girl tugged on her friends' arms. "She looks like someone." The girl turned to me. "You look like someone. Are you an actress?"
As flattering as that was, I didn't want the girls to figure out I was the infamous Lily Hart, Noah Hart's little sister who had plastered her face all over the Internet.
"I'm not an actress," was all I told them. "I guess I just have one of those faces."
The trio nodded, as if that made complete sense.
"There's drinks in almost every room," the first girl said, "but you should head for the first floor kitchen. That's where Cam usually puts the good stuff."
The other two girls giggled and made fake swooning noises.
"Mm, Cameron. Speaking ofthe good stuff…"the first one spoke up again.
"My god that man is talented," the second said. "Those fingers… that tongue."
"Cameron likes to please the ladies," the other agreed.
The moaning sound all three of them made was embarrassing.
A flush washed over me. It wasn't just the second-hand embarrassment of watching these girls practically moan with lust in the middle of the hallway. It was the thought that all three of them had obviously been on the receiving end of Cameron's aforementionedtalented fingers and tongue.
I chided myself inwardly for getting upset. I knew Cameron had a reputation. Hell, the very first time I'd seen him, he'd had his head between a girl's legs.
And that was why these burgeoning feelings were dangerous. I couldn't let myself fall for someone like Cameron Thorne.
Ignoring the clenching tightness in my chest, I made my way to the first floor. The girls had been right. There was alcohol on every available surface.
A large metal bucket filled with ice sat on the dining room table. A small ring of water had collected around the bottom rim. That was going to cause a stain on what looked like expensive hardwood. I doubted Cameron would care.
I was at a loss as for what to do with myself. The music I'd heard outside my bedroom door had made me want to dance. Most of the people I'd passed were mingling, playing loud drinking games, or making out with each other. There didn't seem to be much dancing going on.
I supposed I could have found myself a drink, but I hadn't had much experience with alcohol before. I was worried I'd get drunk and make a fool out of myself.
I decided to make my way over to the pool in the backyard. That was where I'd seen the twins the last time. The other band members were the only ones I knew at this party. Maybe they could introduce me to some people, and let me know where the place to be was when it came to dancing. It wouldn't have surprised me if Cameron had a real dance floor complete with DJ and strobe lights hidden somewhere.
