Page 15 of Hard Rock Tease

Chapter Six

Imademy way to a small kitchenette down the hall. There was a complicated looking chrome coffee machine on the counter. It took me about five tries before I figured out how to make a latte. I could have simply poured myself a regular cup of coffee, but working for one of the most established entertainment companies in the world had to have its perks. Besides, if I was going to be dealing with Noah all day, I deserved a goddamn latte.

The machine was complicated enough to make it slightly frustrating, but I was glad for the distraction. If I kept on thinking about the tension growing between me and Noah I was going to explode.

Or melt. Either one seemed likely at this point.

I must have drifted off, lost in my thoughts for longer than I'd realized because I hadn't heard someone entering the room until he spoke. I recognized the voice.

"Hey there gorgeous. You new?"

I nearly dropped my coffee cup as I saw Cameron Thorne, bassist of Darkest Days, standing in the doorway.

I knew when I took the job at Etude Entertainment I'd probably run into the rest of the band, but it honestly hadn't occurred to me that it might be under such mundane circumstances. Wasn't I supposed to run into them backstage at a concert while they were all dressed up in their rock star best?

There were no leather pants and no eyeliner, just jeans and a t-shirt. Of course, Cameron Thorne's t-shirt was tight and thin enough to show off every muscled ab and his bright, fire engine red hair was tousled in a careless manner that clearly took more effort than it looked.

I stood frozen, mouth gaping open for I don't know how long. Cameron gave me a carnal smirk. I shook myself, fighting down a flush. My latte spilled over the rim of the cup, splashing my hand. I hissed at the burning sensation and laid it down on the counter with a shaky clink.

"Sorry. Yes. I'm new. Hi," I said dumbly.

Cameron eyed me up and down, his gaze lingering on my legs. I flushed and resisted the urge to pull my skirt down, even though it already reached the tops of my knees. It was well known among fans that Cameron Thorne was a shameless ladies man — which was a more polite way of saying manwhore. I got the feeling he was picturing me naked. I didn't know if I should be flattered or appalled.

"What do you do here, gorgeous?" he asked. "Are you the new intern?"

"I was hired to…" Oh no, what was the cover story again? "I'm one of the new consultants helping produce your album. I've been working with Noah."

Cameron let out a choked laugh. "Who'd you piss off to get that job?"

"Um. No one?"

"Good luck. You're gonna need it."

"He's not that bad," I lied.

Cameron wrapped an arm around my waist and stoked my back. "You poor thing. If you get tired of that asshole snarling at you, you can always come work with me." He leaned close, putting his lips near my ear. "I know how to treat a girl right."

I stepped back, shocked. I'd heard about Cameron's reputation, but coming on to the new girl at work within minutes of meeting her was something else.

Almost as bad as commenting on her pussy and nipples.

Cameron walked with me as I headed back to Noah's piano room, latte in hand. Between the wicked grin Cameron Thorne threw in my direction and the knowledge that Noah was going to be waiting for me, my nerves were almost shot.

"See you later, gorgeous." Cameron gave me a smirk and left as I walked into piano room. Noah looked up from his music sheets, his expression turning panicked.

"Was that Cameron?"

"Yeah."

He cursed and stood from the piano bench. "We're not doing this here."

"Where are you going? We're still not done."

"I don't want you in this building. We'll work at my place."

"Your place?" Me and Noah. Alone. Just the two of us. Would I survive?

"Got a problem?"