Page 43 of Hard Rock Desires
Zain
It would have been a lot easier keeping my hands to myself if Grace hadn’t worn that sexy little dress.
The fabric clung in just the right ways, accenting her gorgeous ass and hips, not to mention the way it dipped down past her collarbone so I could admire the plump valley of her chest. Fuck. Just looking at her made me want to drag her off somewhere private.
But no. I’d told her I’d be good. The perfect gentleman. The exact opposite of some horny teenaged boy.
Even though that was exactly how she was making me feel right now.
I put my arm around her as we entered the event hall where the party was taking place. I made sure to keep my hand high enough on her back that I wasn’t anywhere close to her ass.
“Is this okay?” I asked, just to be sure.
“You’re in the clear,” she said. “There’s nothing sexual about my back.”
She was dead wrong, because every damn inch of her was sexy. But I wasn’t going to tell on myself like that.
“You never did explain exactly what this party is,” she said. “You said it was for an album release?”
“Have you ever heard of the band Darkest Days?” I asked.
“Who hasn’t?” she replied. “They’re legends.”
“They just put out their latest album,” I told her. “This is a sort of industry-only event put on by their record label. It’s being held at an art gallery. No fans, no media. It’s a chance for musicians, music execs, other people like that, to network and stuff.”
“That sounds kind of…”
“Boring?” I finished with a laugh.
“Normal,” she said. “But I guess boring also fits.”
“With the kinds of personalities that show up to these things, it’s usually never a boring night,” I said. “But because all the execs and higher-ups are here, we rockers tend to keep things less rowdy than usual. Don’t want to piss off the boss and all that.”
“Has that happened before?” Grace asked. “Someone doing something to piss off a record label CEO?”
“You wouldn’t believe the stories I could tell,” I said. “You think my ego and wandering hands are bad? You’ve seen nothing yet.”
“Why do I feel nervous all of a sudden?” she asked, but it was with a smile. “Are you really telling me you’re the tame one of the bunch?”
“I haven’t been around as long as the others,” I said. “I’m still a rookie in their eyes. I’ve got a few stories of my own, but give me a few years and I’ll be up there with the rest of them.”
“Is this the lovely Grace I’ve been hearing so much about?” Kaylee popped out of nowhere and wrapped her arm around Grace’s, on the other side of where I stood. Grace looked taken aback at the grinning stranger now clinging to her, but only for a moment.
“You must be Kaylee,” she said.
“Sure am!” she chirped.
“Thank you for the help with my outfit,” Grace said. “I wasn’t sure what to wear to something like this.”
“Anytime! I would never leave fashion advice to this idiot.” Kaylee jabbed her thumb at me.
“Hey, I’m perfectly fashionable,” I said. “I’m wearing a suit and tie, aren’t I?”
“And yet somehow you look like you just rolled out of bed,” she replied.
I didn’t tell her that I had taken a quick nap on the sofa in my bedroom and woken up just in time to pick up Grace. I was planning on having a long night, after all. I needed to keep my stamina up.
“I guess I should also say thank you,” I told Kaylee. “This is one hot number.” I ran my hand up and down Grace’s back, from between her shoulder blades to the small of her back. I carefully avoided the swell of her ass. I was going to behave if it killed me.
