Page 7 of Hard Rock Sin
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"I—"
Was too overwhelmed by your gorgeous, sexy, god-like presence to put two words together.
"—didn't think it mattered," I continued.
"The hell it doesn't matter."
"It's fine. You flirted with me. Whatever. It doesn't mean anything."
To my complete and utter shock, Cameron Thorne actually seemed vaguely abashed. "When you walked in on me with that woman…"
Now it was my turn to feel abashed. "I'm so sorry about that. We can never mention it again if you like."
"No. We should talk about it. So I can apologize."
I blinked. "For what? I was the one who walked in on you."
"For all of it. Asking you to join in. Asking to hook up with you after the concert. Putting my arm around you." He ran his hand through his sweat-dampened hair, pushing it back from his forehead, expression pained. "Ireallyshouldn't have done that."
"Why?" A pang of hurt hit in my chest. "Because I'm Noah's sister? I don't want to be treated any differently because of who my brother is."
"Unfortunately for you, you don't get to make that decision." Cameron looked disconcerted. "I just thought you were another fan looking to score with a rock star. If I'd known…"
"If you'd known, you would have treated me like everyone else does. Like a little kid."
"How old are you now, anyway?" Cameron closed his eyes and lifted his head upward. "Please for the love of god be legal."
"You don't need to have a crisis of conscience. I'm nineteen."
Cameron cracked an eye open. "With all that makeup, I'd have taken you for twenty-five." His gaze roved over me, from my glossy, raven hair to my high heeled shoes. He kept flicking back to my exposed thighs. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, nerves and anticipation flowing through me.
"So were you telling the truth before?" I asked.
"About what?" he murmured, eyes still locked on my legs.
Twisting the material of my dress between my fingers, I gathered the courage to ask my next question.
"Were you telling the truth when you said I was sexy?" My voice wavered slightly on the last word.
He pinned me down with a look that blazed with an inner fire.
A pulsing heat flared between my thighs at that look. My insides began to tingle, an unfamiliar feeling. A nervous fluttering started up in my stomach.
I'd had such a crush on Cameron growing up. I'd never in a million years thought he might ever feel the same way about me.
Maybe now that I was all grown up…
I took a step toward him.
The heat in his eyes extinguished just as quickly as it flared up.
"Fuck," he cursed, his mouth twisted. "Fuck, he's going to kill me." He shoved a hand in his hair, pushing back the strands that covered one eye. "I can't be here." He turned on his heel and stalked off.
"Cameron!" I called after him. "You don't need to—"
But he was already gone.
