All About The Tempo (BWWM, Celebrity, Billionaire, Pregnancy) by Tamara Adams Page B

character.
                  In a good way.
                  A very, very good way.
                  "Are you Cerise?"
                  She nodded.
                  "Glad you could make it."
                  "I'm sorry that I'm late. I just found out about the opportunity."
                  Justin suppressed a grin. She was so damn polite. It was adorable.
                  "May I?"
                  She gestured to one of the chairs.
                  "Please."
                  He watched as she pulled the chair to the center of the room. She knelt and unzipped the bag, pulling out a second hand cello. He had to try not to ogle her curves as they were amply displayed in that position. She stood and positioned the cello in front of the chair. Then she sat and did something that made his heart sing.
                  She hiked her skirt up.
                  His heart stopped as he stared at her smooth and silky looking thighs. Then she eased the cello between them.
                  And then she began to play.
                  And dayum, but the girl could play.
                  Her eyes closed as her fingers moved nimbly over the strings. Her entire body seemed to vibrate slightly as she moved with the music. He wasn't just impressed by her talent.
                  He was moved.
                  Jackson and Justin both held perfectly still as she poured her heart into the piece of classical music.
                  She played the entire piece. Not that she needed to. She was hired the instant she'd walked into the room.
                  Finally she lowered her bow and looked up at them from across the room.
                  "Wow. That was incredible."
                  "Thank you."
                  Justin said nothing at first. He couldn't.
                  She'd literally rendered him speechless.
                  Jackson stood up and leaned against the table.
                  "Okay so let's talk about the gig."
                  "Alright."
                  The angel in front of him nodded and eased the cello away from her body. She smoothed her skirt down over her knees and stared up at Jackson attentively. That was good. Because Justin could look at her like a wolf without her running for the hills.
                  "You won't actually be heard in the music."
                  "Oh."
                  "But it would look fake if you weren't actually playing."
                  "I see. Well, thank you for considering me."
                  "Oh no, we are done considering. You're hired."
                  A smile lit up her face that would have melted the snow on top of Mount Everest.
                  His breath caught in his chest.
                  In that instant he knew it.
                  He was a goner.
                  He watched in silence as she bent to zip up her instrument. Jackson handed her some paperwork and told her they would provide wardrobe and an instrument. She just nodded and went outside to fill out the tax and contact info.
                  And her measurements.
                  He couldn't wait to get a look at those measurements.
                  "So what do you think?"
                  Justin just shook his head.
                  How was he supposed to tell the director he was smitten?
                  But maybe Jackson would be able to help him… they could shoot a scene together. See how she reacted on camera.
                  He had noticed that she wasn't star struck in the least. She'd barely glanced at him the whole time