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“You just smile for the camera and share your kickass idea. That’s it.”
“You make it sound so easy,” she says with a nervous laugh.
“Because it is, baby. Don’t forget, Rhys and me will be right by your side.”
She nods and then averts her gaze. “What if the press hates the idea?”
The question has come up a few times leading to tonight.
“Look at me.”
She offers a tentative side gaze.
“Arianne!”
She focuses her big brown eyes on me.
“They won’t hate the idea because it’s innovative, edgy and unique. Who doesn’t want that? The press will gobble it up and disseminate the good gospel to the masses who will quickly convert to hardcore worshipers,” I say.
She frowns.
“Religion at a time like this? Really?”
Okay, she didn’t like the joke.
“What I’m trying to say is, there’s nothing like SCORE Yours on the market,” I tell her. “It’s a sure antidote to plain headphones. Not even Sennheiser came up with the idea first. You did. What’s there not to like?”
She lets out a long exhale. “Okay, you’re right.”
Her words don’t match the petrified look on her face.
“You got this, Arianne,” I say. Trust finally shimmers in her eyes. “If the press is too jaded to get on the program, they’ll change their tune once they see us laughing all the way to the bank.”
That gets me an earnest laugh.
She’s a beautiful mix of fearlessness and uncertainty—the dichotomy still catches me off guard. I don’t know why she’s this worried. Rhys and me aren’t the only ones who think this is a shoe in. She ran the idea by Easton. He was so impressed, he flew to Los Angeles to tell us in person. My former bandmates can’t wait to get their hands on a pair of SCORE Yours. Holt has already placed an order for custom ones for his top artists. Rod and Loki—who run a video production company—did the same for their roster of clients. Just within our circle, the frenzy is at a fever pitch. If this is a precursor of things to come, this new venture will be a game changer for our company.
And let’s not forget about Arianne’s mind-boggling estimates. Even Easton agrees. Rhys and me went the distance. We made sure Arianne knew we were behind her one hundred percent. We had the legal team draft a contract. Easton hooked her up with a LA lawyer to review our offer. She accepted the generous terms. My girl is set to get a big payday out of this.
I reach out and wrap a strand of her loose hair around my finger. “The idea is solid, but if all else fails, the press will be so blinded by your beauty and how hot you look in this dress, they’ll forget why they’re there in the first place.”
She laughs.
“I really like this dress,” she says, smoothing down the fabric.
“It’s arresting on you.” Although I’d love nothing more than to ravish her lips, I kiss her on the cheek instead. This night is too important. I don’t want to fuck up her perfectly applied makeup.
“Thank you,” she says. “Andrea came through, once again.”
She certainly did.
Arianne is wearing a striking hot pink dress that fits her slender body like a charm. In her trademark style, the dress hits her below the knee. Even though the sleeves are long, the edgy design amps up the sex kitten factor by exposing her shoulders. Sexy strappy heels in the same bright shade and a pair of crystal-encrusted earrings complete the look.
She looks good enough to eat.
My cock nudges against my suit pants, aching for attention. From its eagerness, you’d never know I was balls deep inside her an hour ago.
Down, boy.
