Page 2 of Hard Rock Fling
I frowned, confused, and glanced back and forth between the two of them. "Yeah. Damon's wearing his sunglasses," I said, nodding to one twin, "but I still need to give Ian his pair." I nodded to the other.
The Twins stalked towards me as one. I nearly backed up, so intense was their stride. When they were less than two feet away, they stopped. I was faced with two probing stares.
"Who are you?" they asked in unison. My heart jumped in my chest.
"No one. I mean, I'm just an intern. I'm not important. Just ignore me. Sorry."
The contemplative look they gave me, heads tilted slightly to the side, was enough to make me shiver. I'd never had the full attention of a famous rock star before, let alone two. Stage presence was one thing. Two pairs of eyes examining me like a puzzle to be solved was something else. It made my stomach flip.
Although Damon's green eyes usually glinted with mischief, they were narrowed, displeased. This close up, flecks of deep blue around the iris made his eyes darker than normal. Ian's eyes, on the other hand, green with flecks of gold, were softer, brighter. I could feel him sizing me up.
I wondered how many girls got close enough to notice the difference in their eyes. Probably more than I cared to guess. They must have been fraternal twins, to have different colored eyes. They were so similar, though. Like exact copies of each other.
The Twins shared a glance. Damon's brows furrowed. Ian's lips twitched with amusement. After staring at each other silently for a few moments Damon shrugged and walked off. Ian stayed behind.
That considering stare turned warm. He took the sunglasses from my hands and flipped them around until the frames faced towards me. Two gentle hands hooked them around my ears, adjusting until they sat perched on my nose. A finger trailed down the bridge of my nose to my lips. My stomach leaped into my throat.
"You keep up the good work, sweetheart."
His voice was low, teasing, with a hint of something more. Something heated. He leaned in until we were cheek to cheek. I tensed up, holding my breath. My hair ruffled as he spoke quietly.
"Your boss hired a very perceptive intern."
He straightened his back, lips leaving a tingling sensation where they'd touched my ear.
I made a motion to take off the sunglasses. He grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers. That small touch sent a spark shooting through me.
"Keep them."
"But what are you going to wear on stage?" He still held my hand. "My boss will be angry with me if you go on without them."
He smirked and pulled an identical pair from his back pocket. "I've always got a spare. Don't worry. I'd hate to see your boss fire you." He stroked the back of my hand, an intimate caress. My legs went shaky for a brief moment.
Ian smirked. Despite the fluttering in my stomach, a contrary feeling came over me. He knew exactly the effect he was having on me, that playboy jerk.
I forced myself to stand up straight, locking my knees. "I'm surprised you care about some random intern."
He met my gaze for a brief moment. In those few seconds, his eyes glimmered with something I almost couldn't identify. Curiosity?
"I wouldn't want a pretty girl like you getting away."
"I'm sure if I got fired you'd find another pretty girl within seconds."
He grinned and flipped the sunglasses between his fingers. "Seconds? Damn, I know I've got good game, but seconds? I'm flattered."
"It wasn't meant to be flattering."
His mouth popped open, astonished, before laughing. "Should I be offended, then?"
"Just making an observation."
"Hm." Ian eyed me up and down. "I did say you were perceptive."
"I don't need any special insight to know you're a manwh—" I bit my tongue before the words could come out.
"What was that?" Ian teased. "Were you just about to slut-shame me?"
"No!"
