Page 56 of Hard Rock Heat

I'd found a man who had all the qualities Iliked.

That man just happened to be womanizing rock star DamonDrake.

I leaned my back against the door with a sigh. My first instinct way back at that first client event had beenright.

I was in a world oftrouble.

Chapter Seventeen

"Delivery for you."

I glanced up from my laptop, startled, as a fresh bouquet of flowers was shoved in my face. Katherine peeked out from behind theflowers.

"Someone's trying to impress you," she said in a sing-songvoice.

I took the flowers from her, nonplussed. "Do they say who it'sfrom?"

"There's a card, but I didn't read it," she said. "I wouldn't invade your privacy likethat."

From the eager look on my intern's face, I could tell she was hoping I would read the note out loud so she could get the scoopherself.

I set the flowers — a bouquet of twelve irises, half blue and half yellow — on my desk and picked up the card, skimming it. The message read,A lovely gift for a lovely woman.It wasunsigned.

"Do you know what those flowers mean?" Katherineasked.

"You immediately googled it, didn'tyou?"

"Of course I did." She leaned forward, eyes twinkling. "Blue irises symbolize hope and faith. Yellow irises symbolizepassion."

I burst into laughter. Katherine only lookedconfused.

"Of course they do." I shook my head and plucked one yellow flower from the bunch. "He's certainly not subtle, thatone."

"Are you dating someone?" she asked before putting her hands up. "No, sorry, that's too personal, you don't have to tell meanything."

"I'm… sort of dating someone." I paused. "I think. Maybe. It'scomplicated."

Katherine's eyes went wide. She clasped her hands to her chest and let out a quiet squeak. "There're from Damon Drake, aren't they? He's always calling and emailing and asking aboutyou."

I couldn't help the faint flush that graced my cheeks. I nodded silently, pretending to examine the flower in my hand, waiting for a fangirl freakout.

When nothing happened, I looked up. Katherine had a concerned look on herface.

"I hate to say this, and I know this isn't very professional of me but…" she trailed off, hesitant, before powering on. "You might want to be careful with him. He's with a different girl every night of the week. I don't think he's ever been seen with the same woman twice. He's known for flirting and seducing but I don't think he ever takes any of itseriously."

A tiny piece of my heart broke. Katherine was right. As a fan, she knew Damon's reputation.Everyoneknew Damon's reputation. I went back to looking at the flower. "Iknow."

"I'm not saying he's not a nice guy," she hurried to say. "If he's sending you flowers he must likeyou."

"I know he likes me." Or, at least, I knew he liked to have sex with me. Which wasn't exactly the samething.

But he'd taken me on a date. A real date. Yes, there had been some,ahem, sexy times, but for the most part it we'd just had fun beingtogether.

"I've got something else for you." Katherine left the office for a second and returned with a large cardboard box. "These are the clothes Damon's donating for the homeless kids. He had someone send themover."

"I'd almost forgotten about that," I said. "There's so many other moving pieces to this event." I opened the box and peered in. "Are you kiddingme?"

"What?" Katherineasked.