Leather, Lace and Rock-n-Roll

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CHAPTER ONE

"Cameron, I can't believe you're making me do this!"

Rachel took one look around the jam-packed auditorium of the Diablo Convention Center and felt the sudden urge to lose her lunch. No way could she do what Cameron expected her to do. The mere thought of it was totally ridiculous. She glanced at the closest exit sign and opened her mouth to speak.

"Don't even think about it," Cameron said from beside her.

"Why?"

Rachel's stomach spun and her cheeks heated as Cameron tugged her through a sea of spandex and sequins.

"You tossed your back stage pass, remember?"Cameron's infectious giggle was swallowed by the sound of hysterical, screaming women.

Rachel squeezed her eyes closed and swallowed hard. How could I forget?

Still, she had to try to change Cameron's mind one more time. "Can't I just buy you a pair of shoes?"

Rachel glanced down at Cameron's feet, wrapped in a pair of strappy black sandals that boosted her height at least six inches. Surely the Louis Vuitton pumps in Bergmann's window could provide a tempting incentive.

A sly grin creased Cameron's lips. "Nah," she said as she wrinkled her nose and pulled Rachel through the crowd.

Rachel exhaled in frustration. Cameron had managed to talk her into doing something completely out of her comfort zone. Cameron had this bright idea (one of her best, she claimed) to get backstage to meet world-renowned rock star, Jaydon Hawke, at his concert. A completely Cameron thing to do, but oh so not Rachel's modus operandi.

Cameron tightened her hold on Rachel's elbow. "I won't miss this opportunity, not even for you."

Rachel frowned. Although she understood Cameron's excitement, she wasn't being entirely rational. "You realize less than 25% of women who attempt this feat actually succeed, don't you?"

Cameron looked at her like she grew two heads. "Where on Earth did you hear that?"

"I didn't. I researched it. It's true."

Cameron shook her head. "You really need to relax, Rachel."

Rachel gave a heavy sigh. "There's no guarantee we'll get back there, let alone see Hawke."

Cameron stopped and folded her arms. "First of all, let me remind you that it was you who forced me to orchestrate this mission."

Rachel flinched as guilt poked her. "I know and I'm sorry. I was sure you'd go back there without me." Rachel tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "If you'll just wait two seconds, I can run to the hospitality counter and explain. I'm sure I can finagle another pass."

The mischievous look that overtook Cameron's face made Rachel's nerves tremble.

"Too late." Cameron dismissed her with a wave of her hand and nudged her toward the stage. "Besides, you know as well as I do, I don't care if we see Hawke or not."

Rachel paused. She knew good and well Cameron nursed a huge crush on Hawke's drummer, Sean Pirelli. And apparently, being the object of Cameron's raging hormones was a dangerous thing.

"Yes, but what if someone sees me?"

Cameron chuckled. "Believe me, Rachel, no one expects to see you here."

Rachel didn't know whether to be insulted or relieved. But, Cameron had a point. Rachel had never been to a rock concert in her life and certainly never tried to get backstage.

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