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It was a mistake to wait so long to look at him because once I do, my mouth becomes a perfect replication of the Sahara Desert.
He’s much taller than he seemed from across the room, and his eyes are an intricate, mesmerizing green, staring back into mine. A dark curl hangs unrestrained over his forehead, and my stomach does a somersault. He beams down at me with a smirk playing across his impossibly perfect lips.
I try to look away, but I’m completely lost in him, and helpless to find my way out.
Leah responds next to me when I don’t. “I don’t think so…what’s your last name?”
Kai breaks his gaze from mine for just a second to reach his hand out to shake Leah’s. “Lamont. Kai Lamont.”
Drew speaks up. “He hails from the Chicago theatre scene. He’s quite well-known there from what I’ve heard.”
Leah looks at me from the corner of her eye and then frowns and shakes her head. “Sorry, I’m not in the business, and I’ve never been to Chicago.”
I close my eyes briefly, praying that no one will ask me if I’m in the business, because I know far too little to be respected.
When I open them, Kai is staring at me.
He extends his hand. “And what’s your name, then?”
His voice is like honey. Deep, sweet, honey.
Oh dear.
I swallow hard and place my hand in his. “Sophie. It’s gr-ice to meet you.”
Grice to meet you? Oh Lord, I’m a mess.
I clear my throat. “I’m Sophie.”
“It’s grice to meet you too,” Kai replies with a devious grin.
I blush. “I mean, it’s nice to meet you…”
He closes his fingers around mine. They’re large, warm, and rough around my small soft ones.
“So, are neither of you in the business?” Drew asks.
“She is.” Leah gestures to me.
Kai still hasn’t let go, so I slowly pull my hand from his. “You can hardly say that.”
He shoves his hands into his pockets casually, watching me closely. “Really? What do you do?”
I take a deep breath and force myself to look at him again. “I’m pursuing a career in acting…”
Kai smiles, and his expression touches his eyes in the most magical way. I think I hear angels singing.
“You don’t sound too convinced,” he says. “Would I know you from anything?”
I take a half step backward, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the sparks flying uncontrollably through my stomach at the sight of him.
“No, not unless you saw the Off-Off-Broadway production of Death of a Salesman last summer,” I reply with a sigh.
“She’s brilliant,” Leah interjects.
I send her a death glare.
“I don’t doubt it,” Kai responds as he observes me with interest.
