Page 3 of Hard Rock Heat

There were differences though. Instead of Ian's playful, mischievous look, Damon had a wicked grin on his face. Even his body language was different. His puffed out chest and wide stance said he had all the right in the world to take up as much space aspossible.

"Hello Damon." I kept my voice cool, yet civil. "I'd say it's a pleasure to see you again, but it's reallynot."

"You're a bad liar,sweetness."

His green eyes sparkled, so similar to Ian's, but different at the same time. That look was devilish. There was an edge to Damon that his brother didn't have. A certain wildness. Something about his eyes said he was just barely restraining himself. Restraining himself from what, I didn't know. Probably something bad. Somethingdirty.

My heartbeat spedup.

Damon's lips tilted into a smirk, noticing mystare.

I pressed my lips together and lookedaway.

"I take it you two plan on staying for the dinner?" Iasked.

"If you've got room for two more?" Iansaid.

I wanted to say no. The hopeful look on my sister's face made mecave.

"I suppose," I said. "I always plan extra spots for situations likethis."

"Situations like this? Do sexy rock star gods often crash your events?" Damon asked. "Don't tell me I have competition. I think I'm gettingjealous."

"I didn't think you knew what the word meant." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't you have your pick of women? Use one up, there's always another to take her place,right?"

"Sweetness, some women there's just no substitute for." That devilish green turned mischievous,boyish.

Almostcute.

My face flushed. I spun on my heels to faceHope.

"You can take the Hayworth's from our table and switch them to table seven. That will leave two extra spots so Ian and his brother can sit withyou."

I didn't even want to sayhisname outloud.

I left my sister to entertain the twin guitarists of the hit rock band Darkest Days. Since she worked at their record label, she had experience handling Damon. I'd only interacted with him a couple oftimes.

A couple of times was more thanenough.

Each of the few previous times I'd run into him, he'd mistaken me for Hope. He'd laid on the charm, expecting her swoon over him by pretending to be his brother. Each time I'd shot him down. That only made him moredetermined.

The look on his face when he realized Hope was also a twin and he'd been hitting on me the whole time was priceless. It was as if he couldn't understand the concept of a girl not falling at his feet. We'd exchanged a few heated words thatnight.

Okay, more than afew.

I had to admit, if only secretly, that I could see his point. That self-assured smile, the way he held himself with such confidence, those seductive eyes that made your pantiesmelt…

I shookmyself.

No.

So what if Damon had all the qualities I liked in a man? He was also a cocky, impulsive asshole. I only knew one way to deal withassholes.

Shut them down, hard andfast.

You really want to start thinking abouthardandfastwhen it comes to DamonDrake?

I ruthlessly shoved down the small voice in my head, refusing to let that man affect me likethis.