Page 22 of Hard Rock Heat
After several minutes he replied. I fumbled with the phone in myhaste.
That was fucking hot, was all hesaid.
An odd sense of relief filled my chest. At least he wasn'tteasing.
A few seconds later he sent,That was so hot, I had to go beat oneout.
Don't be gross, I replied, even as a sense of pride came overme.
Now send me a naked selfie,hetyped.
GOOD NIGHT DAMON,I texted back in all caps. I turned my phone off completely and set itaside.
I'd done it. I'd sent a text sexy enough he had to go… dothat.
I felt the beginning of wetness between my thighs, the ache between my legs growingstronger.
It had also been sexy enough to make me want to go dothat.
I closed my eyes and fought against the urge. I wasn't going to go touching myself to thoughts of Damon. I wasn't. Irefused.
It was a long, cold, frustratingnight.
Chapter Seven
"Maybe a bachelor auction…no, the guys are all taken. Okay, some kind of tournament. Like golf? Ugh, boring.Um…"
"Faith?"
I started as a voice interrupted me muttering to myself. I was staring at a whiteboard in my office, trying to brainstorm ideas I could take to Damon for his charity event. None of my previous fundraisers were appropriate for an event thrown by Damon Drake, guitarist, playboy, and partyanimal.
My senior intern Katherine, the one who hadn’t been at the dinner Damon crashed, stood in the doorway with the stack of papers I'd thrown into her lap the weekbefore.
"I've compiled all the feedback into a spreadsheet and wrote up some notes on the few trends I caught," shesaid.
"Great, thanks Kat. You can take those papers to the copy room and shred them, we don't need themanymore."
"Got it." Before turning to leave, Katherine nodded her head at the whiteboard where I'd written down dozens of useless ideas. "Are we doing another non profit event? I thought Martha wanted to move away fromthose."
"It's a celebrity charity event. Martha wants an 'in' with the entertainmentindustry."
Katherine's eyes lit up as she shifted the weight of the papers from one arm to another. "Celebrity? Would I knowthem?"
"Have you heard of the rock band DarkestDays?"
Katherine let out a squeak, eyes growing wide. "Ohmigodwhat? Really? Darkest Days?" Her speech rapidly sped up. "Please tell me we're working with Noah Hart. Please tell me Noah Hart is our newclient."
"He's your favorite, I takeit?"
Katherine noddedwildly.
Her enthusiasm was a match for my sister's when it came to this band. "Sorry to disappoint, but we're working with DamonDrake."
"Ooh, the twins," she said. "They're my secondfavorite."
"We're only working with one twin. Well. Hopefully we'll be working with him." I brought my fist to my head and bumped it against my forehead twice. "I'm supposed to come up with some ideas to bring to our next meeting but I can't think of anything. All our other events were more corporate. More formal. I'm not going to throw a golf tournament for a rockstar."
Katherine tilted her head. "What's thecause?"
