Hard as Rock (The Rock Star's Seduction 3)

1

It’s the eternal question every woman must face at some point in her life:

Good Boy or Bad Boy?

The Good Boy is sweet. He’s stable, secure, a rock. He’s safe and comforting, a shelter from the storm.

The Bad Boy is dangerous. He’s that thrill you’ve been seeking, that ‘something’ you’ve been missing from your humdrum life. He’s the line of shots, the hit of cocaine. He’s fun and drama personified.

There’s danger in both. Just because the Good Boy loves you doesn’t mean he won’t hurt you. And just because the Bad Boy is wild and crazy, doesn’t mean he can’t touch you deeply.

The Good Boy can break your heart.

But the Bad Boy can rip it out.

2

I’d just snuck into the Wynn Hotel in Vegas to surprise my boyfriend – Derek Kane, lead singer of the hottest band in the world, not to mention one of the hottest

guys

in the world.

Turns out, I was the one in for a surprise.

The ‘surprise’ was a six-foot tall vixen with long black hair and an all-over tan. She stood there staring at me, naked behind a bed sheet she clutched to the front of her perfect body.

“Can I help you?” she asked politely.

Before I could answer, Derek’s voice rumbled from inside the hotel room: “Is that the messenger guy, babe?”

I went through a whirlwind of emotions in four seconds flat.

First: shock. My mind blanked out for the first second. The lights were on, but nobody was home.

Second: denial. As soon as my brain kicked back in, it started lying to itself.

That’s not him,

I thought desperately.

That’s not him, he swore he wasn’t going to see any women or groupies or anybody – that’s not him! It CAN’T be him!

Third: heartbreak. I couldn’t lie to myself for longer than a second. I

knew

he had lied to me, that he had cheated on me, and it tore me apart.

HOW COULD HE?!

I wailed silently in the most heart-wrenching scream you can imagine.

HE PROMISED ME! HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME?!

Tears filled my eyes – though they didn’t spill over because of what came fourth:

Anger.

Bone-crushing rage.

I ripped past Ms. December like she wasn’t even there.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” I yelled at the top of my lungs as I stomped into the room. “YOU FUCKING, LYING, PIECE OF SHIT!”

There he was, coming out of the bathroom, completely naked, his tattooed body wet from the shower, rubbing his hair dry with a towel.

Under normal circumstances I would have been enjoying the view. Whatever else there is to say about him, Derek is a gorgeous man. Physical perfection.

At the moment, though, I just wanted to find the nearest sharp object and cut off his dick.

He looked at me and it was almost comical. His mouth formed a little ‘o’ of surprise, his eyes bulged open wide, and he froze with the towel in place on his head.

“Oh shit,” he whispered.

I pointed back at Ms. December, who had closed the door and come into the room with the bed sheet now fully wrapped around her.

“WHO THE FUCK IS

SHE?!”

“Derek?” she asked, her voice soft but alarmed. “Who is this?”

I wheeled on her, rage coursing through my body. “I’M HIS FUCKING GIRLFRIEND, BITCH! WHO THE FUCK ARE

YOU?!”

It was like I had physically struck her. Like I had slapped her in the face, even though I was ten feet away from her.

When she looked at Derek, she seemed physically ill, like she was about to throw up. “You… have a girlfriend?”

I whipped my head around to see what he would say.

By this point he had grabbed his jeans from the floor and yanked them on quicker than I thought was humanly possible. Now he was still standing there, half-naked, with his hands out in the air like he was trying to convince somebody not to shoot him.

And then he said the lamest thing ever.

“Kaitlyn, this is not what it looks like.”

Okay, that tore it.