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“For what?” I asked, hesitant.

“For what you said yesterday. How you won’t just post things without our permission.”

Relief unfurled in my chest. He wasn’t upset with me.

“I’m not here to do some sort of exposé. I’m here to make you look good for your fans. I’m here to make you famous.”

“Are you saying I’m not famous?”

I was going to backtrack and protest when I noticed the wicked smile playing on his lips.

“More famous,” I corrected myself. “You don’t have to worry, I’ve signed an NDA. I’m not allowed to talk about anything with anyone.”

“Even to your hundred thousand followers?”

“They don’t know what I’m doing this summer.” I was surprised at his question. “People seem to like my music reviews. I don’t think they’re expecting to see anything else from me.”

He tilted his head, smirking. “You ever review Feral Silence?”

I tried to hide a smile. Sometimes it felt like Feral Silence was a good one-third of the content I posted.

“Yeah, I’ve reviewed you a few times.”

“Should I be worried?”

It wouldn’t do either of us any good for him to know I was one of his gushing fangirls. Not that he probably didn’t already suspect. “I try to be as unbiased in my reviews as possible.”

“Ouch. That bad, huh?” He tossed me a grin that almost caused my heart to burst in my chest. I found myself grinning back.

“You can’t tell me you don’t know exactly how good you are.”

“Kell’s the one with the swollen head, not me. I just like to make music.”

“So humble,” I teased. “What would your legions of adoring fans think if they found out their rock star god doubted himself?”

Jayce’s face shuttered closed. I immediately regretted my words.

“Not that I would ever post anything like that,” I rushed out. “Because I wouldn’t. Ever.”

He gave me a considering look, then nodded, face softening up again.

“What made you decide to apply to Dark Sound for an internship?”

He sounded genuinely curious. I was pleasantly surprised. I’d assumed a famous rock star wouldn’t care about an intern. It was nice to know there was something deeper inside him than the cocky rock star god.

“It wasn’t just Dark Sound. I applied to every single music related internship I could find. I also applied to normal marketing and event promotion companies, too. I didn’t even know you guys were looking for an intern. One of my followers sent me a link and told me it sounded like something I would enjoy.”

“Which follower?”

“Just one of my fans. Not someone I know personally. I should thank them, actually. They’re the reason I’m here.”

“Maybe I should thank them, too.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down, just like he had the day before. I was wearing the same type of pencil skirt and blouse, but the colors were reversed— a cream white skirt and a dark grey shirt. The longer he stared, the faster my heart raced.

Was I just imagining the heat in his eyes? He lingered on my bare thighs. The hem of my skirt had ridden up while I sat. A warm flush threatened to creep into my cheeks. I was ensnared by his gaze, the rush of blood flowing through my body making me reckless, daring. A naughty thought entered my head.

Instead of pulling the hem down, I casually shifted in my seat, making sure to turn sideways, giving him a better view of my ass and the curve of my back. His chest expanded, and I knew he’d taken in a sharp breath. He brought a thumb to his bottom lip and tapped it, considering. His laser gaze lingered on my ass before roaming over the rest of me, enjoying the swell of my breasts. A wave of excitement rushed through me. He was just as attracted to me as I was to him. I had the power to make this man, this rock star, this musical god, desire me.