Page 41 of Hard Rock Fling
Spending time with me. Surely he just meant professionally. For work. He couldn't mean anything more personal.
"But you obviously didn't walk away that first day. What made you decide to stay?
"I snapped a quick picture and texted my sister. I just saidintimidating, much?She wrote back,get your ass in there.She knew me enough to know what I was thinking."
"Anyone would be overwhelmed to be working with rock stars."
I let out a snort. "Until a few days ago, I'd barely had any contact with people who weren't just interns and assistants like me. You know what I did for my first week? Organized a closet."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. On my first day, I was shown to a room full of studded belts, thick soled black shoes, lengths of chains, and other accessories. None of it organized, most of it on the floor. My very first task was to make sense of it all."
"How glamorous."
"Maybe not, but I wanted to do a good job anyway. I put myself to work and within days the room was spotless. Every item hung up or placed in a drawer, all color coordinated by season and style. Ever since then I've been the one responsible for artist's accessories."
"Is there really that much work for something like that?"
"Not all the time. For something like a small concert at a club, you guys wear whatever you feel like, right? But larger events needed more coordination. The marketing team would throw a fit if the clothing you wore in an interview or during a photoshoot didn't fit the image the department was trying to sell. Sometimes it feels like everything is staged. Nothing is authentic. As a music fan, it was disheartening to find out."
Ian frowned. "We have a say in our image, you know. No one's going to force Darkest Days to dress, or act, or speak, in any way other than what we felt like."
"I get that. It's just the Marketing and Product Development's job to make surewhatever the band feels likeis consistent."
"And that's why we agreed to hire you, I suppose." Ian's lips tilted into a smirk. "Well. That's why August decided to hire you. I had an entirely different motive altogether." The car squealed to a stop in front of my apartment. "Looks like your chariot has delivered you to your castle, sweetness."
"Still trying to play the part of the prince?"
"Nah." He flipped his shades up to reveal his eyes, that brilliant green staring me down. "Playing the evil huntsman who catches the princess is much more fun."
The carnal grin on his face made me flush as I fled his car, slamming the door closed behind me.
Why did he get off on teasing me so much?
I turned back at the last minute. Ian was still out front, watching me. Making sure I got inside safely.
Was this all just a game to him?
Or was it something more?
Chapter Fifteen
Afew daysafter Ian had driven me home and we'd gotten to know each other better, I planned on attending another Darkest Days concert.
Once again, Janet almost ruined my plans with another last minute task. I wanted to tell her no. She wasn't my boss anymore. But it wasn't technically true. I still worked in the Product Development department.
"Please, Faith!"
I had to plead with her again. Janet wanted me to drop off a box of accessories. I was supposed to bring it to the office the next morning, but of course Janet wanted it immediately. If I did, I'd be late for the concert.
"This is the second time," Faith grumbled.
"I know, butplease?"
"Ugh. Fine."
I threw my arms around my sister. "You're the best."
