“Thank you, that’s high praise coming from you. And honestly, anyone would make your designs sing. They’re breathtaking, and I’m honored to be able to showcase them to the world.”
“I think this will be a very successful campaign. Luc was right again,” he muttered.
“Luc?”
“Luciano Morelli, one of my best friends. He told me it was time I did another collection. I said I didn’t need to, because I was busy with custom design requests and my family, but if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have met Greta. So, when he speaks, I listen, like I listen to my wife.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “But don’t tell either one of them I said that, and if you do, I’ll deny it.”
Indigo laughed; there was definitely a story there. “Your secret is safe with me. My lips are sealed.”
“It’s time to lock away the jewelry.” Wilt’s stern voice sounded behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder. His lips were pressed into a flat line and his arms were crossed over his chest, again the fabric of his shirt strained against his biceps.
Really, why had she ever thought he was nerdy, and couldn’t take down anyone? The glasses and his computer had really fooled her.
Indigo fixed her professional smile on her face, the one she used when she really didn’t want to be anywhere near a person but had to for the sake of the job. “Of course. It was nice talking to you Jeffrey and thank you again.”
“Not a problem. Will we see you both at dinner tonight?” He glanced between the two of them.
“I’ll be there,” Indigo said, looking forward to spending a relaxed evening with the designer and his wife. Although it wouldn’t be too relaxing if Grumpy McGrumpy bodyguard came along but she would tolerate him.
“Me too.” Wilt cupped her elbow, and fire blazed along her veins, reminding her how it had felt to be in his arms. To have his lips on hers.
Inwardly she groaned. All day she’d been able to put the kiss they’d shared to the far recesses of her mind. She’d thought about it far too much after it had happened. He’d had a starring role in her dreams as well. She’d been shocked the make-up artist hadn’t commented on the dark rings under her eyes as she’d worked on her.
It hadn’t helped that she’d gotten up early and had thought about going for a swim, but when she’d made her way to the beach, she’d seen a shirtless Wilt stretching. The blinders had been well and truly ripped off at that second with regards to his physique. He was all muscle, and if she’d gotten a view of the front of him, she bet she would’ve seen he had a six-pack.
“Indigo? Are you okay?” Wilt’s voice was gentle, and…was that a hint of worry she heard?
She blinked and found they were now standing in the shelter where she’d had her make-up done.
How had she not been aware they’d moved? Granted, it hadn’t been far, but still, she should’ve noticed that she’d been walking.
This man messed with her head.
“Sorry, guess I zoned out a little. I tend to do that after a full day of shooting.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the total truth either.
“Do you need some water?” Gone was the gruff bodyguard who acted like he didn’t want to be near her, and in his place was a gentleman who was concerned about her.
“That would be good, thanks.”
“Stay here.”
She gave a nod, and he strode away. Indigo blew out a breath as she watched him veer into the area where the refreshments were.
She reached up and took the earrings out, giving them one last look. They were really stunning, and she couldn’t wait to see what else she would be wearing.
“Here you go.” Wilt held out a bottle, moisture dripping down his hand.
“Thanks.” She twisted the top off and took a long swallow. It had been a tiring day, and she was ready to decompress. “The earrings are there,” she pointed to the box where she’d laid the jewels.
Wilt took one of them and held it up as if looking for flaws.
“You won’t see anything wrong with them. The stones are nothing but the best.” She came up to him, wondering if getting this close to him was a mistake or not.
“I can’t fathom how they’re worth so much,” he murmured, before putting it back into the box. He shut it securely.
“It seems unlikely, but from what I’ve learned over the years, looks are deceiving. The stones used are some of the best I’ve ever seen.” She touched the simple gold foiling of Jeffrey’sdesign logo. “It also comes down to name recognition. That always adds a few more zeroes to the price.”
“I guess so.”
