Taking the empty seat opposite me, Levi pulled a pen from the breast pocket of his blazer and started scribbling notes down on his clipboard—most likely about me and my god awful first impression…
There was no Hollywood glam for me anymore. I spent days practicing how to apply my makeup properly, my eyes irritated and red from the numerous times I’d used and removed the products, like a dry-erase board.
Thanks to my exceptional stylist and attention to detail, I was able to learn a few of her tricks over the years—just enough to get by and not look completely unkempt.
My overall goal was to look like a different, more toned-down version of me, and by Levi’s all-too-casual disposition toward me, I believe I’ve achieved just that—it was as if he didn’t even recognize me.Borderline offensive…
I tucked a loose strand of damp hair behind my ear as I looked up from the table, my gaze unintentionally fixating on his—the sameice blue eyes that I fondly remembered bringing me to my breaking point twice over.
My thighs pressed together under the table as my mind suddenly flooded with the overwhelming memory of that night—him, his words, his scent…
No matter how strong the inclination, I couldn’t reveal who I was to him. At least not right now. Not when the entire world was searching for me. Not when there was still a chance that he could betray everything I had achieved.But would he?
I mean, Levi did bring me back to his room instead of leaving me to be found backstage, and to my knowledge, no defamatory photos of that evening were ever leaked, nor were any rumors circulating of the events that occurred. If there had been, I surely would’ve been made aware of everything by now. It was as if nothing had happened.
My heart squeezed in my chest as it begged for me to leap across the table and into his lap—the dire urge to press myself up against him and let him have me six ways to Sunday.
I struggled to catch my breath as I sat only an arm’s reach away from Levi, unable to do anything about it. My best bet would be to nail this audition as—
“So, Evie Sinclair.” He started. “All the way from sunny California. What brings you to the City of Sin, and my nightclub in particular?”
No. Fucking. Way.
This just got all too easy for an actress of my caliber.
