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"Then make some time," Parker says in an unusually authoritative tone aimed at quieting any complaints I might come up with. "I'm going to need you to help me with a couple of things pertaining to the organization of the event."
"Well, you could talk to anyone else about it." A familiar wave of Parker-specific irritation rolls through me.
"They don't know about design. You do," Parker snaps at me.
Brittany’s eyebrow arches and she tugs on his arm slightly. He looks at her, his upper lip curling before shaking her off.
I try to come up with another excuse. I don’t want to spend anymore time with him than necessary.
"There are a lot of designers in the room and—"
"I know a little about design myself. I can help you," Brittany says in an overly flirtatious tone that makes my blood boil.
"You're a model, not a designer," Parker cuts her off as he steps down from the runway. "Come on, Penny. I don't have all day. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can get back to your work."
Shit, no."But—"
"I said you're coming with me," he says.
I raise an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, daring him to try me. I don’t know who he thinks he is, but he can’t order me around like I’m some dog.
"Or else?" I ask, my tone challenging. Parker sighs, evidently frustrated.
“I may have to remind you that I am the organizer of the event," he says in a measured and menacing voice. "I decide who shows up at the beginning of the show, and who shows up at the end. Or even, who doesn't show up at all."
For a moment, my throat feels dry.Is the bastard implying that he can leave me out of fashion week entirely if that is what he decides?
My eyes must tell him how much I hate him but, without objecting further, I accept his hand and walk off the stage, my eyes sparkling.
Brittany is quick to follow us. She steps out in front of him and, without wasting any more time, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses him.
The image turns my stomach. It makes me hate him so much I want to scream.
Instead, I grit my teeth, cursing inwardly at my bad luck as the blonde pulls away from the tall, handsome reason for my anger.
"Okay, I'll let you go. But, I'll see you tonight for dinner," Brittany says to him in a honeyed voice.
"Okay," Parker whispers, no apparent emotion in his voice.
His eyes, intense green then turn on me.
"Let's go," he says as he walks briskly, making me follow him as if I’m his personal assistant.
As I hurry after him, I’m seething. Parker, Brittany, and their poisonous quasi-relationship are distracting me.
Do I have the wrong idea, or does Parker seem to share my frustrations with the persistent model’s presence?
Either way, that is what he makes me think as he wipes his lips after the kiss. Still, I might be imagining it. No one would turn down a girl like her and only in my imagination would he want to spend time with me instead of her.
However, when he looks at me again, I can see the desire burning in his eyes, igniting a fire in my own body.
As quickly as the desire is there, it’s gone, and I’m left wondering if I imagined it.
Chapter eight
Penny
"Fine,"IsaytoParker, who is fuming. "But if I am going to help you, we'll have to do some things my way."
