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“Thanks,” I replied, my voice suddenly hoarse. “You look handsome yourself. Even though I prefer you in denim.”
Or nothing at all. Yes, I would definitely prefer that.
“Gotta change the look sometimes, especially if I’m going to be photographed with the most seductive man on the planet.”
I tripped, tumbling into Regan.
Thankfully Dawson was walking behind and caught me before I, or Regan, face planted on the carpeted floor.
I shook my head and mumbled my apology. “Sorry, I stumbled over something.”
Yeah, my tongue.
Did Van have any idea what he’d just said to me?
He’d called me popular, provocative, and hot in the past, but it was always in the context of selling my image to the fans. But Van calling me seductive stoked the fire inside me that was always simmering.
For the first time in my life, I prayednotto get a boner as I walked beside the man I wanted more than my next breath.
My cheeks heated and, fuck, I was blushing now? I think the last time that happened, I was seventeen.
By the time we got to the elevator, I was all but jumping out of my skin.
Hot, bothered, restless, shook.
Thank fuck the rest of the guys took the first elevator down.
Dawson and I waited patiently with Van and Regan. I tried to distract myself and not stare at Van, but it was a losing battle.
Van being Van, he pulled out his phone and began to swipe. “The party tonight is hosted by Juliana Green. She’s a longstanding patron of the arts in this city and is, I’m told, a big fan of yours.”
“Got it.” I nodded. “Operation kiss ass is now in play.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve got such a way with words.”
“Not like you,” I replied.
“What do you mean by that?” Van stopped me, gripping my arm.
Shit, I almost gave away my knowledge of Van’s songwriting.
“Come on, you’re the manager, the negotiator. You’ve got a much better way with words than me.”
Ping.The elevator doors opened, and we were ushered inside.
Saved by the proverbial bell.
CHAPTER9
VAN
This elevator ride is taking too fucking long.
After booking up interviews for concert day and taking care of last-minute details for tonight, I managed to snag a half-hour nap, and then it was time to shower and change for the evening.
I hated suits, but given that I was the band’s rep for, well, everything on this trip, I made the effort. But I refused to wear a dress shirt and tie.
We were in the music biz, after all, and no one expected conventionality.
