get a whiff of Jefferson’s latest masterpiece and the reason for this whole campaign.”
Her eyes widened, and for just a second, I swore I saw panic shining in them before she blinked it away. Deciding to ask her about it later, I kept my arm around her and grinned when the main woman who had led the charge into the room reached us.
She made a show of lifting the bottle off her tray, presenting it proudly to me as all the other models in the room turned to watch us. They would all wait until Leah had had the perfume spritzed on her before they let others start to sample it.
Between the show they had put on dancing into the room, the special song that was still playing, and the choreographed movements they were making, the guests knew exactly what to do. They all turned almost as one to watch what was going down.
Leah didn’t have to fake her excitement or her surprise, and her rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes were fucking everything. She gasped when the woman presented the bottle to me, then practically went googly-eyed when I swept her hair to the side to make a show out of spraying the first spritz onto her neck.
“That was perfect,” I whispered before pulling away from her. “You’re perfect.”
For some reason, it looked like she was holding her breath. Chalking it up to the nerves of being the center of attention as well as the excitement of it all, I let it go for now. I’d ask her later if I’d been imagining things.
Unfortunately for me, Leah became the main attraction at the event almost as soon as the model left her bottle with us and moved on to the next group of people. The other models had also started spraying their sample bottles, and people were clamoring around them almost as much as they were clamoring to get to Leah.
My girl—because yes, I was calling her that in my head now—handled it as perfectly as she had the big moment. She let people take selfies with her and the bottle, let them dip their noses close to take a whiff of the perfume, and smiled all the way through it.
While I didn’t like leaving her, I knew she wouldn’t need my help and that she’d grab my attention if she did. Even so, I kept as close an eye on her as I could while I made my way to where Jefferson and Katie were standing.
Since Leah was otherwise occupied for the moment, it gave me the time I needed to talk to them about the incident on the yacht. Although she hadn’t said anything about it today, I knew Leah was still worried and I wanted to be able to give her peace of mind.
More than that, though, I wanted to know whether Jefferson had told Fayette to go fuck himself or whether it was up to me to do it. If the man was going to make an issue about our model telling off his perverted son, then we were going to have a problem. I didn’t care who he was. I wasn’t about to let anyone treat Leah that way and get away with it.
“Everything’s going according to plan so far,” I said to Jefferson when I reached them, then smiled at Katie. “You look beautiful. However will you be able to go back to a life where ballgowns and yachts aren’t part of your everyday living?”
She laughed, her eyes shining with happiness as she shrugged one of her shoulders and smoothed out her purple dress. “I’m not sure. I’m thinking that my only option is eloping with one of these French millionaires. What do you think?”
“I think you’ll be sorely missed back at home,” I said honestly. “I’m not sure Leah would like to try to navigate New York without you.”
Katie snorted softly, then flushed when she glanced at Jefferson and realized he’d heard her make that sound. “Leah doesn’t need me. I’m supposed to be her assistant, but I haven’t assisted her with much since she started.”
“We might lose one of the biggest buyers in Europe because of her,” Jefferson grumbled. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have taken up so much of your time for myself. You might’ve been able to teach her a thing or two about professional behavior.”
“It’s not a buyer worth keeping if they back out because of something like this,” I said. “If Fayette Junior has done this to Leah, he’s done