Page 42 of Art of Love
Only in those moments though, because when I joined him for the exhibition, he was all business.
On the fourth night, when my display ended, I decided to go down to the basement to change. There were dressing rooms set up for the actors that were hired for Julian’s show, and I could have used the facilities, but I wanted to be by myself. There was a girl with a big mouth who kept bragging about how rich her family was and what she was going to do when she made it as a Hollywood actress.
I couldn’t bear to hear it tonight.
I needed some peace tonight because this was the fourth show and I didn’t have a clue as to what the answers were for the questions John wanted us to bear in mind.
Juliana’s show was fantastic and definitely of the swoon-worthy variety that gripped me, but I didn’t see anything that stuck out to me.
Something from John’s childhood, something that inspired him to create the company, a year of reckoning for him, and the worst thing that ever happened to him. Those were the things we needed to find out.
We.
No, I kept forgetting this part was just me. Unless Hunter wanted to change that.
I hadn’t really thought about it until now one way or the other because I’d been purely focused on our display.
Now, it was gnawing away at my insides.
Down in the basement, there were some old mirrors and a perfect area for me to change and get myself together. I wanted to go over my notes first before going up.
I’d made a few notes each night on the show, and I thought it may help to go over them. Perhaps see something I might have missed.
I cleaned the silver paint off my face and chest, dusted most of it out of my hair, and was about to pull the zip down my dress when I heard footsteps.
“Why are you changing down here? It’s dark and smells peculiar,” Hunter asked. I looked up the steps and saw him.
I smiled, but I was thinking of the way he lingered on some of his words. Likedarkandpeculiar.It was his accent.
I gazed at him as he made his descent and stood at the base looking at me.
“I wanted to be alone.” I smiled.
“Aww, too late. I found you, and you know how annoying I can be. Can’t take a hint even when you tell me.” He smirked.
“No, you can’t. But I didn’t mean alone as in you couldn’t come see me.”
“So, there’re exceptions for me?” He looked hopeful.
“Sometimes.” I looked him over and wondered if he was going to go all business on me again. Our distant flirtation had happened again tonight. I knew I shouldn’t indulge on it. I had literally done a three-sixty about the guy over the last few weeks, but I couldn’t help it.
It had started with the idea for the show. Finding some piece of me loosened me up. I didn’t even find myself dwelling on the fact that Bernice still had no news for me regarding Bane, and my situation was still quite dire.
“You watched me again tonight instead of going to the main event from the start.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Oh, you mean you weren’t the main event?” That slow, sexy smile inched across his lips.
“Hunter Kane, you are trouble, and you’re going to get us both in trouble. Every second that goes by is time you could be getting the info for your project.”
“You done?”
My cheeks warmed as he walked closer.
“It’s true.”
“And we’re entitled to a five-minute break. I simply wanted to tell my colleague how amazing she was.”
“Thank you. I had an amazing colleague who put the display together.”
