Page 92 of Hard Rock Tease
"I don't know if he can," Nat joked. "The two of you are pretty inseparable."
My phone buzzed. My heart leaped into my throat. Could it be Noah? After the last time we'd seen each other, I didn't know if I even wanted to hear from him again.
I couldn'tnotcheck. I pulled out my phone.
hey gorgeous. what u up to 2nite?
Cameron. Of course.
Out clubbing with the girls, I texted back.
where?
Why do you care?
maybe I can get you vip access. as an apology.
You're not the one who needs to apologize.
i know. but that asshole might never get around to doing it, so i figured one of us should.
Thanks Cameron. You're a good guy.
shh. don't tell anyone. ;) so where u at?
That same club we went to after your concert.
where you and his royal highness had sex in the limo?
OMG no!!! We didn't!!!
you sure did, gorgeous. it's okay. i've done worse. and i can definitely get you a super swank vip lounge. i know the owner.
It's fine. Me and the girls are just going to have fun on the dance floor.
well, you know what they say.
I know, best way to get over a guy is to get under another one, blah blah.
just saying, gorgeous. i'm always willing.
I put my phone back in my small clutch purse, not bothering to respond. Cameron may have been a manwhore, but he wasn't a bad guy.
The three of us got drinks and headed out to the dance floor. I decided to partially take Cameron's advice and picked out a few hot guys to grind against, moving on whenever one of them got too frisky.
Halfway through the night I felt hands on my hips as another guy came up behind me. He kept a respectable distance, so I let him dance with me for a few minutes. He smelled good. Familiar, with hints of leather and something spicy.
It didn't hit me until soft lips touched my ear.
"I thought this was supposed to be like having sex on the dance floor."
I whirled around to find myself in Noah's arms. I jerked back in surprise. He kept his hands on my hips, pulling me close. The flashing strobe lights of the club lit up his features, turning his dark eyes bright, highlighting his cheekbones. Messy dark hair fell over his forehead. I resisted the urge to smooth it back.
I'd spent a week trying to remind myself why this man was no good for me. Trying to remind myself that he could tear me apart with his words just as easily as his lyrics healed me years ago.
One look, one touch, and I was close to forgetting all my resolve.
I finally managed to find my voice. "I thought you didn't dance."
