Page 22 of Hard Rock Sin
I frowned, confused. "Why would I care what the maids see?" All I had were clothes and books, mostly.
That smirk returned. "Are you telling me you don't have any fun toys laying around?"
"Toys?"
The smirk on his face grew wider as he took in my confusion. Understanding dawned on me. My face turned red.
"Oh," was I all said.
"You don't have to worry too much. The maids have seen anything and everything. I doubt anythingyouwould own could shock them at this point."
A small fit of pique rose in my chest. Did he still think I was just an inexperienced kid?
Well, the inexperienced part was right, but…
"How do you know?" I folded my arms over my chest. "Maybe I'm into something really weird and kinky."
Cameron raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly might that weird and kinky something be?"
I wracked my brain. I couldn't come up with anything racier than handcuffs, and maybe a paddle for spanking.
"Don't strain yourself," he said, his eyes twinkling with humor. "I don't expect you to be well versed in the perverted arts like I am."
I suspected he was just making fun of me. "And what weird kinksareyou into?" I challenged.
"Ever heard of Daddy Dom?"
I made a face instinctively. "You're really into girls calling youDaddy?"
"Is that judgment I hear in your voice?" he teased.
I fought to smooth out my expression. "Well. I mean. I guess if that's what does it for you…"
Cameron laughed in my face. "I'm just fucking with you. There's nothing weird about my tastes."
"What do you considernot weird?" I had a feeling Cameron Thorne and I had very different standards forweird.
He shrugged casually. "I like sex."
"That's it?"
"I didn't clarifyhowI like to have sex."
There were several ways I could imagine Cameron having sex. And I was vividly imaging it happening with me.
I swallowed hard as Cameron's eyes flashed, half full of wicked amusement, half full of simmering heat. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking. As if my thoughts were written across my face.
"Maybe little Lily Hart does have perverted thoughts after all?"
"Don't call me that," I said automatically. "It's bad enough when the twins do it."
"You have some sort of complex about that, don't you?" he asked curiously. "You hate it when people remind you how young you are."
"I'm not young," I retorted. "I'm older than you were when your band first hit it big."
"That's different."
"How is it different?"
