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“Darling, well done,” Cecil said, moving in before anyone else could get close. “A wonderful performance.” He glanced around behind her. “And where is that delightful…friend of yours? She was here earlier.”
Alex rolled her eyes. “Thank you, yes, it felt like a good performance.” She ignored the question about Morgan, and he didn’t push it. “We can expect a great tour, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely. Never doubted that we would.” He raised a brow at her. “Have you seen Marty’s here?”
Alex smiled. “Well, I would hope so. He is my agent after all.”
Francine pulled her elbow. “I need you to come and meet Goran.”
“What’s he doing here?” Alex asked, alarmed. “Excuse me, Cecil.”
They walked away together, Francine leaning in closely. “I invited him. You need this.”
“I do not. You should have told me he was here.”
Francine scoffed. “And have you freak out? Not a chance. I dunno what got into you tonight, but you just put in the performance of a lifetime.” She squeezed Alex’s arm as they approached a grey-haired man in a silver suit, happily chatting to a couple of singers Alex recognised but couldn’t name. “Goran, here she is, the woman of the hour.”
Goran turned, still grinning, arms out to hug her. “Alexandra, what a performance. My god, you put your heart into every note, don’t you?”
He released his grip on her, and she smiled, a little embarrassed. “Thank you, I think music without emotion isn’t really hitting the right notes, so to speak.” And a woman like Morgan to inspire her was definitely a godsend.
“Yes, yes, I was just telling these wonderful people how we might be working together next year.”
When she didn’t speak immediately, Francine nudged her.
“I am looking forward to that opportunity,” Alex finally managed.
“Me too, me too. Come, let’s drink and talk.” He guided her to one side, and she smiled an apology at the others for not stopping to speak with them. “I want to hear what you really think about the potential of the project.”
Alex stumbled into the hotel suite – not because she was drunk, far from it, but her ankle was throbbing a little. She’d stuck to sparking mineral water in her champagne flute, but shewas exhausted. The euphoria from earlier had dissipated over the time she’d been stuck at the cathedral and paraded around.
She’d cursed Francine several times over the last three hours, but what else could she do? Goran was there, and their plan was coming to fruition. A few more months and she would be free. It was starting to feel real now, starting to become less of a dream and more of a reality, but she couldn’t rest on her laurels. A lot could change in the coming weeks, and she needed to focus and be ready.
Right now though, she just wanted to fall into bed with Morgan. If she could find her.
The room was silent. A small lamp in the corner was on and illuminated the room enough for her to recognise that Morgan hadn’t fallen asleep on the couch at least. Moving quietly, Alex opened the door to Morgan’s room and found that bed empty. She smiled to herself as she tossed her jacket onto the back of a chair and made her way to her own room.
Empty.
“Where the hell is she?” She ran a hand through her hair and listened. It was silent.
She was about to turn and leave when she noticed it: the thin bar of light that shone out from under the bathroom door. Opening the door, she grinned lazily at the sight of Morgan under the water, which was almost up to her chin. Foamy bubbles covered her chest, with only her head exposed. Her eyes remained closed as she spoke.
“Well, if you thought I was going to stay in that dress waiting, you were sadly mistaken.”
Alex leaned against the door frame. “I’m sorry about that. I couldn’t get away.”
Those eyes opened, slowly, trained on Alex with that intensity that always managed to weaken her. “And now I suppose you think you can just waltz in here and what? I’ll fawn over you?”
There was something a little bit sexy about a riled-up Morgan Kelly, Alex considered.
“I’m exhausted, actually,” Alex admitted, looking away and feeling somewhat guilty.
It was the sound of the water sploshing over the edge of the bath that made her look up again. Morgan stood, naked in all her glory, dripping wet.
“Oh, I do not think so,” she said, stepping out of the bath. “I’ve waited patiently for nearly three hours. I’m getting what I want.” She stared at Alex, daring her to argue. “Get those clothes off and get into that bath. I’m going to make us some drinks.” She stepped towards the door, still naked, stopping directly in front of Alex. “I want to be begging you to stop, understand me?”
Slowly, Alex swallowed and nodded, fingers already unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing.
