The Prelude (A Musical Interlude Novel) - By Kasonndra Leigh Page 0,9

an all around terrible distraction. I turn and scurry back around the corner.

Holy hell. I’ll be fired now for sure.

I make a heated trot back to the dressing room and turn the knob. It doesn’t budge. Locked. “No freaking way. This is not happening to me.” I lean my forehead against the door and start laughing. “I think I’ll just go bat shit insane now.”

“There’s no need for a woman of beauty to have such a colorful vocabulary,” a honey-smooth accented voice says behind me. I feel a jacket going over my shoulders.

Something in my mind makes me want to turn toward him. Don’t even think about taking your eyes off that doorknob. Something tugs at me. Warmth I haven’t felt since, well, a long time courses through all the right places. Well, maybe just one peek at him won’t hurt.

I’m warning you: Righteous Me says.

He’s so close to me, and I’m not even ticked off about his staring problem. I turn my head and glance into those gorgeous light brown eyes with the blue speckles inside them. Beautiful irises highlighted by a tangle of luscious black locks that are wild on top of his head. His hair is shorter around his ears and neckline. He gives me a smile, a confident one that tells me not only does he know he’s model-shock gorgeous, but he also realizes I’m checking him out. I didn’t know assistants came this gorgeous.

Will someone tell me where I can find one for myself? The bad girl in me wants to know. But the good girl sits in a corner with her little lips pursed as she shakes her head and taps her foot. Remember what happened the last time you went all foolish in the head over an accent and a pair of ripped abs? Screw you! But still, her reminder works.

My smile fades and I put this version of me back behind the wall, a place where no one can see the real Erin. I like it there. It makes me feel safe.

Breaking our spell, he lifts a set of keys and dangles them between our faces. He’s so close. Why does he have to brush against me that way? But I’m still wounded and remembering where I stand gives me the power to look away. A small sigh escapes his lips, and he shoves the key into the lock. I stare straight ahead until the door creaks open. I rush inside, stand behind the door, and remove his jacket.

The scent of his cologne tingles my nose just before I reach through the opening to hand him his coat. His fingers briefly brush across mine, setting off all kinds of fluttery chick things in my chest. “Thanks again,” I manage to say in a stiff voice. I don’t dare attempt to look at him. Instead, I close the door before he has the chance to say anything else.

* * *

I inhale and hold my breath until my racing heart slows down a bit. “Here we go.” Adjusting the black tutu Luca and I designed; I step out into the auditorium, praying that Luca sent for the other two girls from the agency. I run through a mental list of my power-woman qualities. Bad ass attitude? Check. Woman who knows that her designs rock? Check. Confidence at the moment? Needs improvement. I’m still reeling from my experience with the drop dead gorgeous assistant. He wears dressier clothes today than the last time I saw him.

Standing in the middle of the stage, two girls and one guy wait for me. The whole purpose of today’s showing is to prove to the musical production’s organizers that Black Butterfly’s designs pack a heavy punch.

The style has to be versatile, something that can go along with the non-traditional selection of music the Maestro has selected, Requiem for a Dream. Why I get to be the designer chosen to create the line remains a mystery. Even Rafe doesn’t have a clue. I just know that one day Luca received a call from a mysterious client and the next week I was scrambling to think of a new line designed specifically for this production.

Tonight’s showing is the one and only time I’ll have the chance to prove to the director that I’m the right designer for this show, and getting caught butt naked by the assistant is not a good start. I shudder and walk to center stage. Luca has come through at the hellish last minute. The other models

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