Page 3 of Hard Rock Sin
The rock star god in front of me was hot enough to melt my panties.
"Sorry Angel, I forgot to give you your pass."
"What?" I said dumbly.
Cameron gave me a pointed look, then nodded to the bodyguard. "I said she's with me."
I nearly had a nervous breakdown as Cameron hooked his arm around my waist and tugged me against his side. His body heat seared through my thin dress and onto my skin.
"We cool here?" Cameron asked the bodyguard.
The beefy man waved to let us through. Cameron guided me through the crowd of people, his arm still around me.
"What was your grand plan?" he asked, squeezing my waist.
"Grand plan?" I repeated, unable to make my brain work properly.
"How were you planning on getting in? Usually fans sneak backstage. Just walking up to the security guard was pretty bold."
That confirmed it. Cameron had no idea who I was. I was just another girl in a short skirt and high heels.
I was just another girl who had apparently caught Cameron's attention.
"So? Your plan to sneak inside?" he prompted.
Cameron Thorne had his arm around my waist. I fought to make myself speak, forcing down the rising hysteria.
"I— I didn't think that far ahead."
"It's a good thing I came along when I did, then."
If he'd known who I was, he probably wouldn't be talking to me like this. Touching me like this. My insides quivered when his hands tugged me close to his side.
"So which one of us were you planning to score with tonight?" he said playfully.
I stammered, trying to protest. He interrupted.
"How about we boost my ego and pretend it was me, hm?"
"I don't think your ego needs boosting." I snapped my jaw shut, appalled at myself for blurting that out.
Cameron looked shocked for a moment before laughing. He tweaked a long strand of my hair. "You're cute."
I instinctively made a face of disgust. Cameron patted me on the hip, consoling.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being cute. Would you prefer I call you hot and sexy?"
I flushed, looking down and murmuring something vaguely affirmative.
"Now who's looking for an ego boost?" he teased.
"Cam! We're on!"
I recognized one of the twins in my brother's band, with tufts of brown hair sticking up from his head and a faded Ramones t-shirt. He stood near the curtains at the edge of the stage holding his guitar with fingers polished black at the tips.
"Sorry gorgeous, gotta go." Cameron's arm left my waist. I mourned the loss of his body heat. "But why don't you hang around after the concert? Maybe we can get to know each other better."
He flashed me a smirk. I flushed as I realized exactly how Cameron wanted to get to know me.
