Page 61 of Hard Rock Fling

"You've manhandled me enough for one day," I admonished. "I'll see you back at Etude."

"Fine. I'll go see if any of the guys are still hanging around somewhere."

I'd misplaced all my things so I had to go looking in every corner and under every table. I tried to stay out of the way of the crew but I received a few glares when I got too close to a piece of expensive equipment. All those cameras and lights were just waiting for me to bump into them and knock them over.

I still hadn't found my bag. I panicked, wondering if someone had stolen my stuff. I approached one of the interns.

"Hey, have you seen a black leather purse with pointed studs?"

"No, but I think someone complained about our stuff being everywhere," she said. "An assistant moved everything to a break room. The one with the large fridge, not the one with the small water cooler."

Annoying, but better than having it stolen. I thanked her and made my way to the back.

Familiar voices echoed from down the hall. Damon and Ian were there. I was about to push the door open when I heard my name. I paused. The voices got louder, shouting. Damon's voice rang out.

"…hope you know what the fuck you're doing."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ian sounded as stubborn as Damon usually did.

I should have left. I should have turned around and walked away.

I didn't.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"What do you care, anyway?"

"We fuck them," Damon said bluntly. "We don't fall for them."

"I haven't fallen for her."

"I've seen you two sneak off. I've seen the way she looks at you. You said it was a one-time thing."

"This one is different."

My heart thumped madly in my chest. I peeked through the crack in the door.

"Is the sex that good?" Damon asked sarcastically.

Ian fumed for a brief moment before he smirked. "Man, you've got no fucking idea."

"Listen. I get it, she's hot. I'd fuck her too."

Ian choked, rage exploding across his face. "Don't you even—"

"Then again, maybe not," Damon muttered, talking over his twin. "Those eyes of hers would drive me nuts before too long."

"What's wrong with her eyes?" Ian asked, as a vague feeling of insult spread through my chest.

"I dunno, man. It's like she's gazing into your soul or something. Those concepts she came up with for each of us? Like she's psychic." Damon faked a shudder. "Fucking creepy."

"She's observant."

"Exactly. That's what I'm telling you. She notices things." Damon gave Ian a pointed stare.

Ian's shoulders slumped, as if he were giving up. "It doesn't matter anyway. We're just having fun. She's nothing to me."

My throat closed up. All that stuff he'd said about me being different, about me being special… I'd known it was all just a game to him.