Page 59 of Hard Rock Fling
"Forget it. August would never pay attention to an intern. We're too below him."
"Did you hear that one of those models used to date Damian?"
"Not surprising. I heard they have a thing for models."
"I guess interns are too low on their radar, too."
"I think it's all the same to them. Interns, models, groupies. They see a girl they want, they take her."
"I wish both of them would take me."
They giggled and wandered off, their plates full of rabbit food.
My heart sank to my stomach. Those girls were right. The guys could have anyone they want, including models. Ian probably had more than his fair share of them.
I chided myself internally, shaking off my bad mood. This was what I'd wanted. No strings.
A touch on my waist made me flail.
"Whoa, easy," Ian said. "Why are you so jumpy?"
I forced a laugh. "Sorry. Too focused on the food."
"Is the food that interesting? 'Cause I can think of something else I'd rather devour."
I darted my eyes around, but there was no one close enough to hear.
"In fact," Ian leaned forward, speaking low into my ear, "I know of a private place where we can dine together. Alone."
The press of his lips against my ear caused all breath to leave my lungs.
"We're in the middle of a photoshoot."
"Nope. We're done for the day."
Despite my words, I let him tug me along, leaving the photo area and heading down a deserted hallway housing the studio offices.
"I have to help put stuff away with the other interns."
He pulled me into an empty office and locked the door behind us. "Everyone who showed up at six o'clock has already left. It's the second shift's turn to clean up."
"I still have a lot of work to do to get ready for—" I gasped as Ian bit my ear.
"I know for a fact you don't have anything due for another few days." He mouthed the bite lightly, a soft touch. "You're running out of excuses, sweetheart."
He placed a hand on the small of my back, pressing our hips together. I couldn't help rocking against him.
"Standing next to that girl all day was torture. All I could think about was touching you. Kissing you. Running my hands all over your skin, worshipping every inch of you."
I couldn't believe the line he was giving me.
"Right." I pushed at his chest. "You spent the whole day with a gorgeous model and all you could think about was me."
He pulled me back into the circle of his arms.
"That girl hasnothingon you, sweetness." He placed a kiss on my cheek. "You're different." He ducked his head until he met my eyes, his own a soft green. "You're special."
Despite my better instincts, I could feel my insides melting, liquid heat flowing to the apex of my thighs.
