Page 10 of Hard Rock Fling

I debated whether I should shift my foot away or not. Was Ian trying to play footsie with me under the table?

"I thought with your album release date getting closer, Darkest Days would put aside the crazy parties for now."

"You kidding? The closer we get to finishing, the crazier it gets. Gotta work off the steam somehow."

"So you had a fun night partying after the concert, I assume?"

"I would have had a lot more fun if you were there."

I paused with my drink halfway to my mouth. I didn't know if he was being serious or not. I thought back to the notification aboutDamianand a model. It hadn't said which twin they were talking about. It could have been Ian, or it could have been his brother Damon.

In either case, it didn't matter. Everyone knew The Twins could get any girl they wanted. I wasn't anyone special.

"I'm sure you managed to have all sorts of fun without me."

"Sweetness, you have no idea what kind of fun I can get up to." He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and gave me a wicked grin. "Maybe next time I can show you. Would you like that?"

I breathed shallow breaths, not wanting him to know how fast my heart was racing. "If you're going to make innuendos at me, you could at least call me by my name."

"Which is?"

"Hope."

He snickered and leaned forward in his chair, eyes sparkling. "That's adorable."

I wrinkled my nose in distaste. "I hate it. It sounds all virtuous and pure. "

"Nothing wrong with virtuous."

"That's rich, coming from a guy like you."

"I don't mind the innocent type. Makes it so much more fun to corrupt them."

I couldn't stop the flush of heat that rushed through my body, heading straight between my legs. I knew exactly how he corrupted the innocent.

My phone pinged. Ian raised an eyebrow as I reached for it.

"Sorry, I know this is rude, but I have to check it. My boss is always giving me more stuff to do." I pulled out my phone.

One text from my sister.Thanks for the lunch. Hope your boss isn't too much of a dick today.

"Your boss?" Ian asked.

"No, it's my sister, Faith."

"Hope and Faith? Really?"

"So original, I know. She's always asking how my internship is going," I put my phone back in my pocket.

"And how is it going?"

"It's great. I lug boxes and guard accessories."

"So rock star life is treating you well, then?" Ian teased.

"I guess. It's just…"

"What?"