Page 6 of Hard Rock Fling
"In your dreams," I shot back.
"Sweetness, you wouldn't be saying that if you knew what kind of dreams I have."
"I'm sure I know exactly what kind of dreams you have, Ian."
That puzzled look was back on his face. He tipped my face up with a finger on my chin, making me look him in the eyes. My insides turned to jelly. Heat radiated from that single point of contact and flowed through my body, centering between my legs.
"Why do you always do that?" he asked.
"Do what?" I said, trying not to let my voice shake at his touch.
"Call me Ian."
I stared at him, confused and aroused at the same time. "Because that's your name…?"
He tilted his head, contemplating. "You're not like the others, are you?" he murmured.
I opened my mouth to respond, but didn't know what to say.
"You should come to our after party," he said, changing the subject.
An after party. With rock stars. Ian invited me to party with him. I was almost giddy at the thought, my mind clouding over. What sort of things did one do at a rock star party?
I remembered bottled water girl and the way she'd succumbed to Damon's attention so easily. I remembered the trail of his fingers along her waist, almost brushing against her ass. I knew exactly what happened at rock star parties.
My heart sped up, but it wasn't only excitement I felt. My body was flooding with nerves.
I told myself to get a grip and took a few steps away. I couldn't think when I was so close to him.
"Sorry, I can't. I've still got work to do. My boss is kind of a hard ass."
Ian blinked at me, taken aback. He started to say something, but before he could speak, the band's manager Naomi called to him.
"August, Damian." She motioned to them with a jerk of her chin.
Ian stared at me for a few long moments, then cracked a grin. "Alright. I'll let you get back to work, sweetheart. Wouldn't want your boss to fire you."
I watched his retreating back for a few moments, then ran my hands over my face, breathing deeply. I needed to get myself under control.
When I looked back up, Naomi had already pulled August and Ian into a discussion. They seemed to be discussing something important.
"We heard back from the music execs," she said. "They want to have another meeting to talk about the concept album."
The drummer nodded, but his gaze drifted back to the stage.
"Where are the others?" Naomi asked, looking around.
Darkest Days' lead singer and bassist were talking with a crew member. Noah frowned and gestured to something behind the stage.
"Cameron, Noah." Naomi called them over.
Cameron grabbed Noah's arm and hauled him away. Noah tugged his arm back, scowl firmly in place. Damon was still off somewhere with bottled water girl. The group put their heads together in a tight circle, conversation inaudible.
I turned my attention away from the band and went back to the boxes. I was supposed to be watching the accessories. Instead, I'd let Ian distract me. I did a quick inventory. Everything was where it was supposed to be.
When I was sure the boxes were untouched, I looked around for a crew member to help me carry them to the car. I turned to find Ian's eyes on me.
He appeared startled for a brief moment, as if he hadn't thought he'd get caught watching me. Long, dark eyelashes swept up and down as he scanned me from hair to toes. Our eyes locked. He winked and the tumbling in my stomach started up again. Even from this distance I could make out the radiant green color, could see the amusement shining in his eyes.
