I stare into Rocky’s playful face and realize that I was right. There is definitely another side to the badass rocker. What I just experienced wasn’t what I expected sex with him to be like. In my mind, it would have been hard and fast, raw and unyielding. It was just the opposite. I felt cherished and worshiped, which has my head spinning in circles. He’s right. Incredible does sound better than amazing, and I want to experience it all again and again.

“Rocky, we need to talk,” I start to say, but I’m quickly silenced by his lips.

“Don’t,” Rocky says when he’s done kissing me. “Don’t say this was a mistake, because it wasn’t.”

There's sadness when I look into his eyes before I speak. “No, I wasn’t going to say it was a mistake. I was going to say that I can’t just have you once, but this needs to be our secret.”

Rocky wiggles his eyebrows. “You mean you want to be my dirty little secret?”

The sound of my hand slapping his bare flesh is loud, indicating I’ve probably left a red mark on his chest. “We can’t let anyone know,” I plead. “I can’t risk it getting back to my brother. You know I promised I wouldn’t get involved with you and risk his job.” When Rocky doesn’t answer me, I’m immediately irritated. “Tell me we’re on the same page, or this can never happen again. Promise me, and promise me whatever happens with us, it won’t affect Rusty’s job. Say it, or I’m leaving, and this will be the last time you see or hear from me.”

I watch as Rocky shakes his head. “I promise,” he says as he reaches behind him and grabs another condom from the drawer.

* * *

I awake to the sound of the alarm buzzing from my phone. It's six a.m. I’ve only gotten three hours of sleep. Rocky’s arm tightens around me as he mumbles, “It’s too early. Shut that off and go back to sleep.” If only I had that luxury. I have clients at nine this morning, which means I’ve only got three hours to get back to my house, shower, dress, eat, and leave for the office. I contemplate whether I should wake Rocky up or just call for a lift. I choose the latter and roll out of bed. I hear a slight grumble from Rocky, but he never opens his eyes, and the arm that was wrapped around me curls into his side, pulling the blanket tightly against him.

I quickly dress, write a few words on a piece of paper I find in my purse, and lay it on the pillow beside him. Quietly, I let myself out of the house, making sure the door locks behind me, and meet my ride outside. All the reasons last night was a bad idea run through my head, but I just can’t seem to find a reason that justifies me to stop. Last night, I saw a side of Rocky that only confirmed that the man is an enigma. He’s two people in one. The out-of-control rock star the world sees, and the quiet, simple man who is dying to come out and be normal. I got a glimpse of the person I’m sure only his sister has seen and possibly the guys in the band. It’s a side of him I truly want to explore further.

When I arrive home, all I want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep for another few hours, but that’s not an option. I quickly go through my morning routine of setting out my clothes for the day, running through my task list in my head of the things I need to accomplish today, and then make my way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. As I head back to my bathroom, I shoot off a quick text to Rocky just in case he misses the note I left behind for him.

Me: Good morning. I know you’re sleeping, but I just wanted to say thank you for last night.

I don’t expect an answer because I know he’s still asleep, but I feel the need to make sure he knows I am thinking about him. I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower. The water is scalding hot, just the way I like it. I close my eyes as the water works its magic over every aching inch of my body and remember just why I’m so sore this morning. It isn’t just from the fabulous sex I had last night. No, my body contorted into positions I didn’t even know I could get into, let alone even knew existed. Just recounting those times brings a smile to my face and creates a longing to do it all over again.

I arrive at the office ahead of schedule and decide to put the extra time to good use, doing the one thing I promised myself I’d never do. Looking for information on the World Wide Web. I open the Google browser and type in several words: Rocky Kohler+drummer+Razor’s Edge. Then I wait for the results to come back. There are hundreds of hits, everything from his Wikipedia biography to tragic stories of his drug usage and alcohol-infused near-death experiences. There is even an interview with him from a little over a year back, where Rocky admitted that he’d thought of taking the easy way out after reading an article about Mick Marrs of Mötley Crüe, who tried to commit suicide. In the article, Mick took a handful of pills while drinking and then went walking out into the ocean only to be found by his bandmates later that night washed up on shore.

I find story after story along with photos about the car accident two years ago, where Rocky flipped his Ferrari doing over a hundred on the freeway. A time when he almost overdosed on heroin during a party in a hotel suite in New York. None of this sounds like the man I spent last night with. I’m browsing through images that are less than flattering of him when my receptionist lets me know my nine o’clock has arrived.