Page 52 of Broken Melody
Given the looks on faces surrounding me and subtle mumblings, they think I look as hot as intended. I’m not sure if I should be offended by their surprise. Jace walks up to me. “Sailor, you look great! You ready for this?” he asks touching me on the elbow.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.” I realize that’s becoming a favorite line when I want to conceal how overwhelmed I really feel.
“Don’t be nervous. You’ll be a pro, I know it,” he says kindly.
“Thanks.”
“I really am delighted that you asked me to be your agent. And I want to reassure you that I do believe that the agreement made with Rick is a good one for you.”
“I’d like to hear more about that but it looks like we’ll have to postpone for now and discuss this at another time.”
“Yes, let’s,” Jace says.
“Discuss what?” Maddox asks walking up to us and catching the tail end of our conversation.
I simply stare at him, now having an up close and personal look at him in his leather pants and shirt. He looks delectable. Is it wrong to want to take a bite out of him? Because I sure as hell do - I really do. Suddenly, I wish Britt were here so she could help me keep these hormones in check.
“Just agent talk,” Jace answers Maddox making him frown a little.
Maddox moves in front of Jace and I’m not sure if he does it on purpose but the look on Jace’s face as he turns and walks away is almost humorous.
I finally smile, “I know, I look over done and ridiculous. Don’t say anything.”
“That is not at all how I would describe the way you look right now,” he says while his eyes rake me head to toe.
“Oh yeah? What would you use then?”
“I would say a lot of things, but the first thing that comes to mind is smoking hot.”
I feel myself flush at his words, and then another wave of heat hits me again for flushing in the first place. What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t blush. And of course Maddox smiles wide at the sight. “Well, well, well. Are my eyes deceiving me or are you blushing?”
“Shut up,” I practically snarl, my embarrassment in full affect now. “I am not.”
Maddox laughs, “Wow. I wonder what else I can do or say to make you blush, songbird? I feel like I have a new life goal.”
“Oh shut up,” I tell him wishing I had something better to say, but feeling too flustered to find the words.
“You know… I think you already forgot that we have a show we’re supposed to be putting on.”
“A show?”
“Yep. You. Me. Together. Ring any bells?”
“Ah, that,” I answer nerves making my stomach flip.
“Do you think it’s very likely that the woman I’m having a hot, steamy, passionate relationship with would walk in a room looking like that and I wouldn’t have my hands on her?”
Holy hell, I swallow thickly and shake my head, “No, I suppose not.”
“Me either,” he says as he walks up to me, puts his arms around me, pushes my hair that is curling in waves down my back behind my shoulder. He lifts my chin up, smiles at me in a way that makes my knees literally shake, and gives me a small kiss on my lips, before placing another on my nose. I’m not sure what the look on my face must be, but whatever it is, it makes him smile.
“Um, I’m….yeah…that…” I point. And I don’t know why I point.
“What? You don’t have anything to say about the way I look?” Maddox asks with a cocky looking smirk on his face.
Shaking off the effects of his act a moment ago, I walk around him in a couple circles. When I’m behind him, I smack him loudly on the ass. “You look hot, babe,” I say before walking to the front of him and smirking now when I see the look of shock on his face. I wink, and walk to the other band members with Maddox’s chuckle at my back and they all whistle at my approach. “Shut up,” I tell them and they laugh. “Where did you get the food?” I ask changing the subject even though I already saw the table full of all kinds of things when I walked in.
They point me in the correct direction and I head over and grab a plate and a few finger foods that will be easy to pop into my mouth and won’t make a mess or ruin my make-up and a bottle of water. I stand and eat a couple things quickly because I’m hungry, but I’m also nervous. Feeling annoyed with myself, I dump my plate. Before I can blink, a makeup artist that was clearly waiting in the wings comes up to me and hands me a toothbrush and points me in the direction of a sink. After I brush my teeth, they reapply my lipstick. It makes me wonder why the hell they even applied it first to begin with?
