Waking Up With The Boss. Sheri WhiteFeatherЧитать онлайн книгу.
the backdrop of sand and surf on the other side of the courtyard.
The songwriter interrupted, announcing to the entire group, “We should all go inside now. Lena will be appearing shortly.”
“Do you know how she’ll be making her entrance?” Jake asked.
“Yes, but she’d kill me if I spilled the beans.” The other man took his wife’s arm. “We’ll see you in there.”
“Sure.” Jake wished he could stay where he was. He was enjoying being out here with Carol.
“I guess we better head in, too,” she said after everyone else was gone.
“Yeah. I guess we better.” They’d lingered long enough.
“Should we blow out Napoleon and Josephine?” she asked.
“You can do it.”
She pursed her lips, and he watched her extinguish the flame, the candle’s floral scent still drifting softly through the air.
* * *
Word got around that Lena was due to arrive, and the party buzzed with anticipation. Carol compared it to waiting for the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. Or a fireworks show on the Fourth of July.
Speaking of fireworks...
Jake stood beside her, his arm just barely grazing hers. She wanted to reach for his hand and hold it the way she’d done earlier, letting the excitement of touching him course through her veins. But she refrained.
Suddenly the blinds were closed on the French doors. A moment later, the chandeliers went out, the ballroom going pitch-black. Carol moved closer to Jake, not wanting to lose him in the dark.
When the lights returned, it was in the form of spinning strobes and black lights, creating shimmering effects and completely changing the atmosphere.
The DJ’s clothing and equipment shone brightly. Clearly, he was part of the show. Carol held her breath as one of the cages began to ascend from the dance floor, its cylindrical base rising on a hydraulic platform above the crowd. A man and woman were inside it, standing like statues. Their skintight jumpsuits glowed with graffiti-type artwork. They also had fluorescent streaks in their hair and makeup that illuminated their faces.
The DJ announced the caged duo, and the crowd cheered and clapped. It was Lena and her current boyfriend, Mark, who was one of her backup dancers.
Lena’s “Couples Only” song began to play, and more cheers and clapping erupted.
Lena and Mark danced, moving rhythmically in a magical performance. Along with everyone else, Carol was riveted by the way they interacted with each other. Jake stared up at them, too.
As the song ended, the cage was lowered back down to the ground. The door swung open and Lena and Mark emerged, rushing into the crowd, where they were greeted with hugs and kisses.
The DJ played another of Lena’s songs and everyone was encouraged to dance, with the black lights and strobes remaining on. Jake swung Carol into his arms, pulling her into the heat and passion of the dance.
She’d never experienced anything like this before. Her heart pounded in time to the music. The lyrics of the song were sexy, the beat feverish, with Jake’s big broad body bumping against hers.
This was his world. This was the kind of fast-paced party he was used to attending. She felt like a newly sprouted flower that was about to be crushed. But God help her, she liked it, too.
Because of how much she liked Jake. Everything about him thrilled her. Scared her.
Jake was singing to the song while he danced.
She shouldn’t have come here. She shouldn’t be swaying like the siren he’d accused her of being.
Holy island hell. Some of the couples on the dance floor were kissing, tongues and all—mimicking Lena and Mark, who were making a rowdy spectacle of themselves.
Carol’s skin went hot. She hoped that Jake didn’t notice the sensual activity.
Unfortunately, he did. She could tell the very moment he became aware of what was happening. He stopped singing and actually bit down on his bottom lip. Carol was doing that, too, fighting the urge to join in and press herself against Jake and kiss the living hell out of him.
Finally, the provocative song ended. The next one wasn’t so bad, even if the beat was still quick and thumping.
Carol didn’t know how long they danced. They didn’t stop until the lights returned to normal and the ballroom settled down a bit. Guests headed for the buffet or outside to catch some air.
Jake and Carol got two frosty glasses and filled them with lemonade from the fountain. She desperately needed to quench her thirst. So did Jake apparently. He practically guzzled his.
“We should go say hello to Lena,” he said.
“Yes, of course.” They hadn’t wished her a happy birthday yet. “Where is she?”
“I think she and Mark are over there.” He motioned toward the bar.
Yep, that’s where Lena and her boyfriend were. As soon as Jake and Carol approached them, Lena dived straight into Jake’s arms and gave him a sisterly hug. Mark, with his fluorescent-streaked blond hair and colorfully lined eyes, grinned at Carol and said hello. Up close, she saw that he was younger than Lena, by about five years or so. Lena was blonde as well, with a long, leggy figure and doll-like features, her eyes wide and her lips bowed. She came from a showbiz family. Her parents were well-known movie stars, albeit divorced now. Even her grandmother had been a go-go dancer in the sixties, which was where the cage inspiration had probably come from.
The pop star released Jake and shifted her attention to Carol. “Do I know you?” she asked. “You seem really familiar.”
“We’ve met briefly a few times. I’m Carol Lawrence, Jake’s assistant.”
“Oh, that’s right. Wow. You look spectacular.”
“Thank you.” Carol appreciated the compliment and how genuine it sounded. “So do you. It’s a wonderful party, and your entrance was magnificent.”
“It was fun. A girl only turns thirty once.”
Carol nodded, and after a second of silence, Lena tugged her away from the earshot of the men. But by now, the guys were already engaged in conversation, so it didn’t seem to matter, anyway.
“When did you and Jake start seeing each other?” Lena asked.
Carol quickly clarified, “We’re not dating.”
“Yet he brought you here? On a couples-only weekend?” Lena made a curious face. “Oh, come on. Who’s he trying to kid?”
“Really, it’s no big deal.” Carol downplayed her answer, especially with how badly she’d wanted to kiss him on the dance floor. “He needed a date for the party, and I was accessible because I work for him.”
“Mark works for me, too. And now we’re messing around.”
Carol didn’t know what to say. The comparison was making her terribly nervous. So she settled on, “Things happen.”
“Do they ever.” Lena leaned in close. “I am rather crazy about Mark. But who knows how long it will last? I do have a reputation for being fickle.”
Carol wagged her finger, a little playfully, a little seriously. “So I’ve heard.”
The birthday girl laughed, making no apologies. “Life is too short not to go after what you want. So whatever you do, just have a good time this weekend. You might even end up being crazy about Jake, too.”
It was already too late for that. But still, Carol needed to be careful not to go overboard. She didn’t live by Lena’s free-spirited standards.
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