Page 16 of Hard Rock Heat
"Great. It's decided then." He side-eyed me. "I suppose we'll be working closely together for the next fewmonths."
I tried not to bare my teeth andsnarl.
I couldn't deny this was a wonderful opportunity, a way to get our foot in the door with the entertainment industry. It would be great for a casestudy.
But I'd be working withhim.
"I'll leave you two alone to discuss the details," Marthasaid.
Damon's eyes flashed, dark and heated. There was no way in hell I was going to let myself be alone in a room with this man. I could just imagine the naughty thoughts going through hishead.
"I have a meeting off-site in twenty minutes," I lied, standing abruptly. "I need to leave now to make it on time. We can schedule another meeting for nextweek."
I hurried out the door before Martha could stop me. Quickly making my way to the exit, I stopped only long enough to grab my purse from my office. My intern flagged me down with a wildly flailingarm.
"Faith, I have a questionabout—"
"Email me," I interrupted, notstopping.
As I waited for the elevator to reach my floor, I took a few moments to calm my agitation. I had to stop letting him affect me like this. I had to stop letting him get under myskin.
What about under your skirt?My inner voicesnarked.
I mentally pushed that thought away with a brutalshove.
Jiggling my leg impatiently, I rushed for the doors when the elevator arrived. I slumped against the metal wall, relieved to haveescaped.
That man threw me off balance and I hated him forit.
I pulled out my phone, intending to respond to emails and texts. If I was going to leave the office early for a fake meeting, I could at least keep up with mywork.
The elevator began toclose.
Two hands pried itopen.
Green eyes and a knowing smirk greeted me as Damon casually strolled through thedoors.
My hand clenched around my phoneautomatically.
"You just can't leave me alone, can you?" Iasked.
His eyes gleamed, that familiar devilish look reappearing as he leaned casually against the wall next to me. "Why would I do that, when you're so fun to playwith?"
"I'm not a toy," I snapped. "This is my job. Mess with me all you want, but don't go screwing around with mycareer."
He opened hismouth.
"Don't even thinking about making a screwing joke," Iwarned.
"I was going to say, I'm not messing with you," he said smoothly. "I really do want to throw an event. The fact that I'll be working with you is aplus."
"Don't you have anything better to do with yourtime?"
"Nope. The band is on hiatus rightnow."
With a huff, I went back to my phone. I tried to ignore him, tried to pay attention to my work, but I could feel his eyes onme.
"What?" I pulled my phone to my chest, hiding the screen. I didn't need him reading my emails. "Stopstaring."
