What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two by Ella Jade Michelle Hughes Christa Cervone Ranae Rose Red Phoenix Nina Pierce Malia Mallory Kate Dawes Adriana Hunter Vi Keeland, Summer Daniels
Authors: Ella Jade Michelle Hughes Christa Cervone Ranae Rose Red Phoenix Nina Pierce Malia Mallory Kate Dawes Adriana Hunter Vi Keeland, Summer Daniels
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where I knew him. I thought perhaps that the two men were still waiting for Mr. Heston and the other gentleman was also an employee of Heston Hotels.
A few songs later I was near the end of my set and there was still no sign of Mr. Heston. I belted out the Aretha song that I had added for the old man and said goodnight to the crowd. On the weekends the band had to stay to play for another hour, but after my singing ended they took the volume down and stuck to background music.
Lyle called from his table as I was leaving the stage. The man truly had no manners. How difficult would it have been to walk a few steps over and ask me over to his table? Pushing my thoughts of the pompous ass aside, I put on my best fake smile and walked to his table. The gentleman that he was seated with stood as I approached, forcing Lyle to follow suit, which I secretly enjoyed. Lyle would never have thought to stand when a woman approached on his own.
“Sydney, this is Mr. Heston.” I looked to the gentleman and tried to hide my surprise. Damn, the old guy was even better up close. He had light green eyes that stood out against his tan skin, which I hadn’t noticed earlier because of the light glare on stage.
“Hello, nice to meet you, Mr. Heston.” We shook hands and Lyle invited me to sit with them.
“What can I get you to drink, Sydney?” Mr. Heston ignored Lyle’s empty glass in front of him when the waitress approached.
“Just a water, please. My throat needs to cool down after I perform and adding alcohol has the opposite effect.” I felt the need to give an explanation so I wouldn’t insult the man who stood between me and paying my rent next month.
He nodded and gave his order for scotch to the waitress. Lyle began talking about the upcoming annual Heston shareholder meeting and how honored I should be that Mr. Heston had taken time out of his busy schedule to come see me sing. I nodded and smiled and did my best to look interested as he spoke. But I found the way that Mr. Heston was looking at me to be distracting. It wasn’t lewd or improper; rather I got the feeling he was looking for something in me, watching me, observing.
At some point, Mr. Heston got bored of Lyle talking too and I was grateful when he interrupted him mid-sentence. “I really enjoyed your show, Sydney. How would you like to perform at our annual shareholder meeting next week? We were supposed to have some famous boy band, but I hate that crap and I find you to be captivating when you sing. I know it’s short notice, but if you are free next weekend, I’ll messenger over a contract tomorrow and let my assistant know about the change.”
“Wow, that sounds great. I have a few things lined up for next weekend, but I’m sure I can rearrange them.” Damn it, I’d have to rearrange that bubble bath I was planning on taking next weekend. No one wants an artist that isn’t in demand.
He smiled at me and threw back his drink. He stood, giving me a glimpse of the rest of him, and I couldn’t help but notice the whole package was pretty damn good. Tall, fit and broad shouldered, he wore low-hanging navy blue trousers and a French blue tailored dress shirt that looked as if he had recently opened the collar and removed the tie. If only I was a few years older….
“It was very nice to meet you, Sydney. He leaned in close as he shook my hand and lowered his voice. “And I’m a big Aretha fan, so let’s keep that one for next week, shall we?” He winked and released my hand. I watched as he left, and the view was as good going as it was coming.
Sienna was sitting at the piano playing and singing when I walked into our agreed-upon bar. A crowd sat around her at the piano; some of them probably thought that she worked there. I had no idea what she had done with the pianist, but it was typical Sienna. “Do I need to look for the pianist tied and gagged somewhere?” I raised one eyebrow in question.
Her painted red lips and glossy white teeth
A few songs later I was near the end of my set and there was still no sign of Mr. Heston. I belted out the Aretha song that I had added for the old man and said goodnight to the crowd. On the weekends the band had to stay to play for another hour, but after my singing ended they took the volume down and stuck to background music.
Lyle called from his table as I was leaving the stage. The man truly had no manners. How difficult would it have been to walk a few steps over and ask me over to his table? Pushing my thoughts of the pompous ass aside, I put on my best fake smile and walked to his table. The gentleman that he was seated with stood as I approached, forcing Lyle to follow suit, which I secretly enjoyed. Lyle would never have thought to stand when a woman approached on his own.
“Sydney, this is Mr. Heston.” I looked to the gentleman and tried to hide my surprise. Damn, the old guy was even better up close. He had light green eyes that stood out against his tan skin, which I hadn’t noticed earlier because of the light glare on stage.
“Hello, nice to meet you, Mr. Heston.” We shook hands and Lyle invited me to sit with them.
“What can I get you to drink, Sydney?” Mr. Heston ignored Lyle’s empty glass in front of him when the waitress approached.
“Just a water, please. My throat needs to cool down after I perform and adding alcohol has the opposite effect.” I felt the need to give an explanation so I wouldn’t insult the man who stood between me and paying my rent next month.
He nodded and gave his order for scotch to the waitress. Lyle began talking about the upcoming annual Heston shareholder meeting and how honored I should be that Mr. Heston had taken time out of his busy schedule to come see me sing. I nodded and smiled and did my best to look interested as he spoke. But I found the way that Mr. Heston was looking at me to be distracting. It wasn’t lewd or improper; rather I got the feeling he was looking for something in me, watching me, observing.
At some point, Mr. Heston got bored of Lyle talking too and I was grateful when he interrupted him mid-sentence. “I really enjoyed your show, Sydney. How would you like to perform at our annual shareholder meeting next week? We were supposed to have some famous boy band, but I hate that crap and I find you to be captivating when you sing. I know it’s short notice, but if you are free next weekend, I’ll messenger over a contract tomorrow and let my assistant know about the change.”
“Wow, that sounds great. I have a few things lined up for next weekend, but I’m sure I can rearrange them.” Damn it, I’d have to rearrange that bubble bath I was planning on taking next weekend. No one wants an artist that isn’t in demand.
He smiled at me and threw back his drink. He stood, giving me a glimpse of the rest of him, and I couldn’t help but notice the whole package was pretty damn good. Tall, fit and broad shouldered, he wore low-hanging navy blue trousers and a French blue tailored dress shirt that looked as if he had recently opened the collar and removed the tie. If only I was a few years older….
“It was very nice to meet you, Sydney. He leaned in close as he shook my hand and lowered his voice. “And I’m a big Aretha fan, so let’s keep that one for next week, shall we?” He winked and released my hand. I watched as he left, and the view was as good going as it was coming.
Sienna was sitting at the piano playing and singing when I walked into our agreed-upon bar. A crowd sat around her at the piano; some of them probably thought that she worked there. I had no idea what she had done with the pianist, but it was typical Sienna. “Do I need to look for the pianist tied and gagged somewhere?” I raised one eyebrow in question.
Her painted red lips and glossy white teeth
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