Rock the Heart (2 page)

Being backstage at a rock show isn’t as glamorous as one may think. It’s filled with dirty, sweaty men—most of which are overweight and look like they haven’t showered in six months. Plus, the way they leer at me is creepy, like I’m a dessert ready to be licked. 

I shudder at the last thought and grip Aubrey’s hand tighter. 

“Damn, Lanie, loosen up. You’re killin’ my hand,” she complains.

I drop her hand. “Sorry. Where the hell is the band? Their set has been over for at least fifteen minutes.”

We come to a hallway filled with music equipment and people loitering about. Something tells me we’ve come to the right spot to find a rock band. The sheer volume of scantily clad women milling about shocks me. Some of them are even walking around topless like it’s no big deal. 

I smooth down my fitted leather halter and jean shorts, suddenly feeling like one of the only modestly dressed women around.

Do these girls have no self respect?

Aubrey runs a hand through her auburn curls. “How are we supposed to get any one on one time with him in this freak show? Harold is right, rock star accounts are definitely not the usual.”

“I don’t know, but we aren’t leaving until we talk to him.” I grab her wrist and tug her forward. “We’ll check every one of these rooms if we have to.”

Aubrey giggles uncontrollably as we rush from room to room throwing the red doors wide open in search of Noel Falcon. Somehow we’ve ended up turning this into a silly little game of shocking people as we slam open the doors. A majority of the rooms are either locked or empty, but I have the feeling if we keep this up much longer we are going to get thrown out of this place.

The last room we come to has music blasting on the other side of the red door. Aubrey twists the handle, throws open the door, and shouts, “Booyah!” at the top of her lungs, causing me to laugh so hard I double over.

 “Oh, um, sorry,” Aubrey says while yanking on my arm.

I stand up straight, trying to curve my giggles, and stare right into the eyes of Noel Falcon. The smile drops completely off my face. 

Two topless women press against him, one on each side, and his arms wrap around them. A slow, lazy grin spreads across his face, and I suddenly feel the urge to hurl.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my old pal, Lanie,” Noel says. “Please, by all means, come in and join our little private party. I was going to take it easy tonight and settle for just these two, but you and your friend are more than welcome to join in. The more the merrier, right ladies?”

The blondes giggle and then run their hands up and down his chiseled chest while they lean in and kiss each other. 

He continues smiling at me, loving that he’s paying me back ten fold right now. I shake my head in disgust. “You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? Come on, Aubrey.”

Aubrey grabs my shoulders, holding me in place. “Lanie, we can’t. What about our jobs? We have to talk to him.”

I shake my head and glance at Noel. “Fuck the job. I’ll pass.”

I storm away from the door with Aubrey close on my heels. I don’t know how I’m going to explain this to Diana Swagger, but this is just too much. It’s way more than I bargained for. No sane person could speak to such a condescending, egotistical, prick of an ex-boyfriend, let alone work with him. 

I’ll just have to find a new dream. 

Aubrey keeps up with me as I blast past all the people in the busy hallway. I’m so angry with myself. I can’t believe I let myself think for a minute this would be easy or that I’m even capable of facing Noel.   

 The exit door flies open as I shove my way through. I gulp down the thick, Texas night air and push my hair back from my face. I’m not even sure how to find our rental car from this area of the parking lot, but I keep trudging forward. I need distance as much as I can from Noel Falcon.  

“Damn, Lanie, would you wait up? These boots aren’t exactly made for running a marathon,” Aubrey complains behind me. 

I sigh and stop in my tracks. “Aubrey, you just don’t—”

“What?” her tone snaps. “Don’t understand? If you tell me that one more time after I’ve listened to you pine after him for four freakin’ years, then I’m going to murder you here and now. Capiche? I know what he meant to you and how much tonight hurt you, but now you know there isn’t anything left for you there. You can move on. Forget about Noel Falcon and focus on your career. That douche is the only thing standing between you and your dream job, go back in there and face him. Get your answers.”   

She’s right. I can’t let my emotions come get in the way of the biggest career opportunity I’ll ever have. “Alright. Jeesh. You don’t have to go and get all mafia on me. I’ll think about it.”

Aubrey tilts her head and pops her bottom lip out. “Please, Lanie. Please? I need you as my coworker.”

My fingers rub over my aching forehead. She’s not going to let this go, is she? Even though I know this is a bad idea, I reluctantly tell her okay. She squeaks and grabs me up into a tight hug.

She pulls back. “You’re doing the right thing.”

I frown. Second thoughts plague me, and my gut twists into a knot. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all. 

When we return to the building, it seems even more crowded than before as we find ourselves weaving between people, like we’re in a packed night club. The red doors in the hallway remain shut, and I cringe when I think about what’s behind the last one.

Aubrey stops me. “Sure you don’t want to wait for him to come out? I can only imagine what’s going on in there now.”

I shake my head. “No. If I wait, I’ll lose my nerve. We are getting what we came for. Do me a favor, though?”

“Anything.”

“When I toss the two hookerbots out, keep them out. I can’t fight both of them and get info from Noel at the same time.”

I turn and shove open the door and storm through. “Alright everyone get the—”

Noel glances up from his guitar and glares at me. “Can I help you?”

I shut the door, closing the two of us alone in the small room. “Where’d your sluts go?”

Noel’s eyes narrow. “Why? You jealous or…maybe, they’re more your type now.”

“Fuck you.” It slips out before I remember I need to stay calm here.

He laughs and then strums his guitar. “No thanks. For some reason, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “Look, Noel. I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

Noel raises a pierced eyebrow. “Really? Tell me then, Lane, why
did
you come here?”

‘Lane.’ It’s been so long since I’ve heard that. Noel is the only person alive who shortens my name. 

I shake the memories away. This isn’t a time to reminisce. It’s time to get down to business. “Well…” I clear my throat. “I’m an intern at Center Stage Marketing, and my boss, Diana Swagger, flew me down here to discuss Black Falcon’s charity with you.”

“You?” He shakes his head. “Out of all the people in the entire fucking world, they send you down here to talk to me. Did they think because we’ve fucked before I wouldn’t fire you?”

My hands ball into fists at my side. “How can you say that to me? I’m not one of your groupie whores, Noel. What we had was real!”

He lays his guitar down and stands in front of me—his six foot two frame towers over me. “Then why did you leave me, huh? Tell me that. If it was so real, why did you walk away from it?”

I can’t look at him. The reasons for me leaving him that night, on the dock, are unbelievably selfish. Noel reaches out and takes a strand of my brown hair between his fingers and twirls it just like he always did when we were a couple. 

I slap his hand away. His touch is just too soon. 

The corners of his lips turn down. He reaches back up and tucks the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His fingertips linger on my cheek. “Why do you always fight against the inevitable? You’ve always made things so difficult.”

I take a step away from him, but he closes the gap between us even tighter—his chest against mine. “There is no inevitable with us, Noel.” 

“Sure there is. Fate brought you here, didn’t it?” Noel cradles my face in both hands. I try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me go. A smile flirts along his lips.  “You look exactly the same. Still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He brings his lips toward mine. Warmth from his breath touches my face and all I can think about is kissing him. What it would feel like. Would it be just like old times? “How about a kiss? Don’t you remember how hot things were between us?”

My heart thunders with anticipation, and I bite my bottom lip. He runs his nose along my jaw line and I close my eyes and inhale his spicy sent. He smells delicious. Noel’s eyes search my face while his lips hover over mine. I can feel the heat of him against my face and my legs tremble. 

He leans in closer but stops just short of my lips and whispers, “Now you know what it’s like to want something you can’t have.” 

His hands drop away from my face. There’s no emotion on his face, but his eyes look pained and it crushes me to know I have this effect on him. 

Noel steps back and runs his hand through his shaggy hair before stepping around me and walking out the door. 

The breath, I didn’t even realize I’m holding, expels from my chest when the door closes. I feel like I should say something, maybe even apologize for what I did to him four years ago, but I can’t. The ground holds my feet steady as I hear the door open behind me. My heart falls around my ankles, and I think about how easy it’s going to be for him to stomp on it while it’s down. I know I don’t deserve any kindness from him, but the blatant smack in the face of emotion still hurts like hell. This is my payback from Noel—to hurt.  

A small pair of hands rest on my shoulders. “Did you get your answers?”

I nod, but can’t bring myself to turn and face Aubrey. “Everything I needed to know.”

This is the first time since the start of my internship a month ago, that I hate being at work. It's going to be hard to admit I failed. Noel didn’t tell me jack crap about his charity. The only information I have about it, is that it’s some type of children’s charity. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose. He knows what the job meant to me. He took this away from me on purpose, and it pisses me off.

Aubrey leads us into the conference room for our scheduled meeting with Diana and the rest of the executive staff at Center Stage. My stomach rolls as I take a seat and scoot closer to the table. I fold my hands on top of the notepad I brought with me and take a deep breath. 

Ms. Swagger takes her seat, and looks at me before slipping on her glasses. “Ms. Vance, would you care to fill us in on how your meeting with Mr. Falcon went?”

The finger nails of my left hand dig into the skin on the back of the opposite hand. Telling this woman I screwed up will be like nailing my own coffin shut, but what other choice do I have?

I readjust myself in the chair. “Actually, Ms. Swagger, I—”

She holds up a finger toward me, asking for me to pause, before she pushes a button on the intercom in front of her. “Jillian, dear, there isn’t any water in the conference room. Could you see that some is brought in immediately?” 

“Right away, Ms. Swagger,” the secretary replies. I can tell by the response Diana always gets what she wants.  

Without skipping a beat, Diana turns her attention back to me. “Ms. Vance, can I just say I’ve never received a phone call quite like the one I got from Mr. Falcon yesterday.”

My heart leaps into my throat. Oh God. Here comes the boot. I need to do every thing I can to keep my internship. “I can explain about that.”

Diana leans back in her chair. “Please do. It seems some of my account executives could learn a thing or two about reeling in a client.”

My brow furrows, and I glance over at Aubrey who just shrugs in response. “I’m sorry, but I’m a little confused. What exactly did Noel—er, Mr. Falcon say?”

“We had a lengthy conversation about the long term goals of the marketing campaign for his children’s literacy program, and Mr. Falcon is adamant that you take the lead on this project. He seems to think you are the only person on my team that understands him and his goals. Of course, I explained that you were only an intern and that I felt it best for someone with more experience head this up, but Mr. Falcon blatantly refused. He said he wants you, and you only, or he pulls the account from us.”

My eyes widen. “Are you offering me a job?”

Diana smiles and removes her glasses. “Yes, with the stipulation that you are successful with the Black Falcon project. If it fails, then I’ll have no choice but to let you go.”

All the eyes of the other marketing team members focus on my reaction. Children’s literacy hits home for Noel. He grew up with dyslexia and reading was always a struggle for him and he knows that I know that about him. It explains why he thinks I’m the best person for his job.

I rub the back of my neck as I feel the weight of the pressure push down. Even though I’ve known him forever, I don’t understand why on earth Noel would make that kind of request? He hates me now. He made that perfectly clear back in Houston. Why would he want me around more—to torture me, probably. 

Is a job really worth all of this?

I have to grab this opportunity with both hands and do my best to keep my relationship with Noel strictly professional.     

I swallow hard. Those are some hefty stakes, but I’m willing to take it on. “Understood.”

She nods. “Good. Welcome to the Center Stage family. Aubrey, see that Human Resources changes Ms. Vance’s employment status to full-time.”

I watch my best friend make a note in her elegant script. “Yes, Ms. Swagger.”

“Oh, and Aubrey, find this young lady a desk so she can get to work.” Diana winks at me before moving on to the next order of business. 

After the meeting ends and everyone clears out of the room, Aubrey yanks me into a tight hug. “Oh my God, Lanie. What the hell just happened? Instead of getting the boot, you get handed a job on a platter. I thought you said Noel didn’t tell you anything.”

My head spins. All this doesn’t seem real. “He didn’t. When we were in Texas, it was like he couldn’t get away from me fast enough.”

She twists her ruby, red lips into a slight grin. “Sounds like he’s doing whatever he can to keep you close.”

I roll my eyes. “He only wants to punish me for breaking up with him. You saw how he loved shoving the two naked skanks in my face.”

Aubrey sighs. “That was pretty gross, I’ll give you that, but it wasn’t like he meant to do that, Lanie. He didn’t know that we’d come busting through the door unannounced.”

“Yes, he did. He even invited us to join. Ugh,” I growl in frustration. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

“Yours, always yours, you know that. All I’m saying is he did go out of his way to make sure you got this job. Would he really do that just to get back at you? Give him a chance. Maybe it was an off night. He might actually want to be friends again.”

I shrug. Damn her. Why does she have to be so rational? 

Aubrey smiles, “When you meet up with him again, plaster on the biggest smile you can muster and win him over. He’s the key to keeping your job. Remember the old saying, ‘fake it ‘til you make it’?”

I nod. That’s exactly what I have to do “You’re right. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep this job.”

“Of course I am. Now, let’s go pick out your future shitty cubical.” Aubrey giggles and pulls me into the hallway. 

An hour later, I sit at my new desk staring at Noel’s contact information on the computer screen. What am I going to say to him? I mean, do I thank him for basically getting me this job or do I play it cool and pretend his phone call didn’t pull any strings. Either way, I have to call him. Talking with Noel is the only way I can get things rolling. The only thing I know about the charity he’s trying to establish is, it’s for children’s literacy. 

I rub my forehead vigorously. It’s just a stupid phone call. How hard can it be?

The nerves in my hand twitch when I pick up the phone. Each number punch makes my stomach knot a little tighter and when it rings my skin grows cold and clammy. 

Noel answers on the fourth ring. “Yeah?”

I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Noel? Hi. It’s Lanie Vance and I’m—”

He chuckles. “Lane Vance, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

I squeeze the phone tighter in my hand. “Actually, I was calling on behalf of Center Stage Marketing. I’ve been assigned to your account and I wanted to touch base with you.”

“Touch base?” He laughs. “Listen to you sounding all professional. If you really want to touch my base, that can be arranged. All you have to do is ask.” 

The nerve of this guy is unbelievable. “Ugh. You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do know that. Thanks to you. You made that quite clear last time I saw you.”

Play nice, Lanie. Remember?

This is harder than I thought. The sweet, sensitive guy I knew once is long gone. This guy is self-centered and egotistical. It’s taking every inch of my self control not to tell him to shove this job right up his leather covered ass. 

I take a deep breath and remember what Aubrey said about smiling. “You’re right, and I’m…I’m sorry about that. I was out of line, even just a moment ago. There’s no reason two old friends can’t get along and work together on a project.”

Noel’s silent for a moment and then he says, “Friend, huh? Ouch.”

I shake my head. There’s no way we are going down that old road.  “You know what I mean.”

“You’re right, Lane. We should be friends, but there’s only one problem with that scenario.”

“And what would that be?” I bite my lip, hating the fact that I’m thinking of how sexy he probably looks right now. I picture him spread out on a bed, shirtless, still exhausted from the night before. 

“I can’t be friends with someone who hates me.” The sexy vision of him bursts and I’m thrown back into reality. 

“Noel…I never said I hated you.”

“You didn’t have to. I saw it all over your face,” he says with a sharp tone.

“That wasn’t hate, Noel.”

“Then what was it?”

“Disgust,” I say instantly. “Don’t you have any self-respect? You just sleep with any slut that throws herself your way? That’s not the Noel I know.”

“It’s not like that,” he growls, frustrated into the phone. “Forget it. I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

“You know what? You’re right. You don’t owe me any explanations. Who you sleep with is none of my business. However, my business with you is now professional and I really need some details about this charity. My job is riding on how well it turns out, so you’ve got to give me something.”

“So you got the job?” He sounds surprised and even a little excited.

I debate on which tactic to use, but I decide to play it straight with him. Noel’s not stupid. “Yes, actually, thanks to you. That phone call you made to Diana Swagger made it possible.”

“Good.” I can hear a smile in his voice. “It’s the least I could do after blowing you off the way I did.”

“Well, thank you for that. This job means a lot to me.”

“I know it does. That’s why I felt like a total tool and had to make it right.”

I chew on the inside of my jaw. It is kind of sweet that he cared enough about my feelings to make that phone call. Maybe he’s not the complete dirtball I thought. This might work. A small glimmer of hope shines in my heart for a split second that we may be able to overcome our past and keep things civil. 

“So…Noel, about this charity”—I clear my throat—“what is your vision for the project?”

Noel yawns into the phone, and my feathers ruffle. I’m boring all of the sudden? Two minutes ago we were fighting. I shake my head. I’ll never get a good read on this guy with his crazy up and down signals.

“Lane, these business calls tend to put me asleep. I’d much rather see you in person to discuss all of this. Maybe you can wear something skimpy to keep me focused on you and what you’re saying.”

I roll my eyes. “Whatever, Noel.” Before I let the severely rude things on my mind fly from my mouth I take a deep breath and remind myself, yet again, that I need to get him to like me. I soften my voice and say, “That’s kind of impossible. It’s not like you’re here, right around the corner in New York.”

“Actually, I am in New York.”

My heart does a double thump against my ribs. “You—you are?”

“Yep. Did some press last night for our next album, and I decided to stay a couple nights and check out the local scene. So, what do you say to dinner with me tonight?”

This is a curve ball I’m not prepared to catch. 

“I don’t think a date is a very good idea. You’re technically my client now and that wouldn’t be very professional.”

“Don’t think of it as a date. Think of it more as a business meeting.”

I look down at the notepad in front of me, and my hand freezes. Seven doodle hearts stare back at me. Is my subconscious trying to tell me something? I hope not.

“A business dinner would be fine.” What’s the harm in meeting him for job related purposes?

“Great. Give me your cell, and I’ll text you the time and place.”

We say our goodbyes after I give him my cell phone number.
Dinner with Noel Falcon?
It’s been a long time since I’ve said that, and I’m wondering if it’s a good idea to trudge down old paths. I only hope I can keep my head on straight and maintain a business relationship with him. God knows if he touches me the way he did in Houston, he’ll be pretty fucking hard to resist.