Page 10 of Wicked Dance
Chapter 4
When the signing finally ends, we load into the limo with a sour-faced Hannah.
We’re less than a mile from the DVD store when the limo rolls to a stop.
Hannah turns to the driver. “What are you doing?”
“He’s doing what I asked,” Blitz says. “Andweare getting away from you as fast as possible.” Blitz flings the back door open. “You don’t set up your biggest client like that and expect him to be all gracious and thankful.”
Hannah’s coral lips pinch together. “You have a contract meeting at the set in three hours,” she says. “Don’t be late.”
Blitz helps me out of the limo, then peers back in at her. “I’ll be there, Hannah. Unlike my manager, I respect the people I work with.”
He slams the door.
The limo driver escorts us over to a Mercedes, driven by yet another driver, this one younger and casually dressed in jeans and a white shirt.
“Right on,” he says and opens the door for us.
I glance back. Thankfully, Hannah hasn’t come out of the limo.
We load into the new car and Blitz greets the new driver. “We’re starving,” he says. “Can you take us somewhere between here and the studio?”
“Sure. You want something fancy? Or casual?”
“Casual,” Blitz says. “Livia, what are you hungry for?”
I glance down at the diamond cutout of my dress. I should have brought a change of clothes. “A salad?”
“You’re right,” Blitz says. “I love that outfit, but I’m sure you want out of it.” He picks up his phone and hits a button. “Actually just take us to the Apple Pan,” he says to the driver. “Scout the inside.”
The driver nods. Then Blitz is on his phone. “Jerry, run to my room and fetch outfits for me and Livia. Jeans and plain stuff.” He looks over at me for confirmation and I nod. He glances down at my feet. “And some shoes. You have good taste. Bring it to the Apple Pan or just send it in a car.”
Jerry is one of the wardrobe people. Probably the only one I like.
Blitz sticks his phone in his pocket. “We’re going to be hot stuff for the next day or two after that footage gets out, but I think we’ll be okay for a few hours. You have sunglasses?”
I dig in my bag and pull out a pair.
“I don’t want you walking around in that dress. Images are probably already all over of it, and you’ll very easily be spotted.”
I glance down again. It is a stupidly recognizable dress, bright green and revealing.
“Come here,” Blitz says. He pulls me against him. “Have I told you lately that you are incredible?”
I shake my head against his shoulder.
“Well, you are.”
“Should I go back to the hotel after we eat?” I ask.
“Bennett asked for you to be at the contract meeting,” Blitz says.
I sit up straight. “Bennett will be here?” He’s the benefactor behind Dreamcatcher Dance Academy, and he personally flew me to LA to be on Blitz’s show. It was his wife’s idea.
“Yes. He’s a producer and he knew you’d be more comfortable with him there.”
“Why am I involved?” I ask. “I didn’t sign anything.”
