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 Page B
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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The event coordinator had contacted me the week before and informed me that the gala was black tie and that I was expected to wear an evening gown. I was relieved to find out that the cost of the gown was borne by Heston Hotels, because although I had some really nice dresses, I had nothing that could be classified as an evening gown.
I still had a light tan from our trip to Hawaii, so I picked a light blue sequin dress that was form fitting. The front was simple and had a V-neck that showed some cleavage, but couldn’t be described as plunging. The back, however, was the showstopper. It plunged deep into my back, barely covering the top of the crack of my ass. It was beautiful and sexy, yet elegant and classy. The sales clerk had assured me that the sequins would reflect the stage lights and dazzle the audience. The color reminded me of the strapless dress that I’d worn in Hawaii and I smiled, thinking back to Jack’s reaction when he’d seen me in it.
I watched from the side of the stage as the ballroom filled up with men in tuxedos and women in beautiful ball gowns. It struck me as odd that an annual shareholder meeting would be so formal, but the fancy clothing gave the ballroom a magical feeling and the celebration was, after all, for a high-end hotel group.
When the MC announced my name, I suddenly thought it might have been a mistake to pair the dress with five-inch stilettos, but I made it to the microphone unscathed. I knew the ballroom was packed, but the size of the crowd never bothered me. The lighting usually blinded the audience from me anyway. Something about being unable to see people’s faces made it easy for me to get lost in a song and allow myself to feel the music through my body.
I performed two songs at the beginning of the meeting and then the final song was a repeat of the Aretha song that Mr. Heston had requested, and it closed the meeting. The crowd was gracious enough to give me a standing ovation, but I figured they were also anxious to get up from such a long conference.
Backstage, the conference producer looked way more relieved than she had a few hours earlier. She was laughing and smiling and finally had that awful headset unglued from her head. All of the stage crew and the MC gathered backstage and opened a few bottles of champagne to celebrate the success of the conference. I was mingling with some of the lighting crew, enjoying my post-show high with a glass of good champagne, when I felt a hand on my bare back.
“Sydney, you were fantastic tonight. Thank you for putting on such a great show on such short notice.” Mr. Heston spoke with impeccable grammar that screamed expensive private schooling, and it made me stand a bit straighter.
“Mr. Heston, thank you very much, that is very kind of you. I had a great time and it looks as though your conference was a rousing success.” The hand holding my champagne motioned to the crew, happily celebrating.
“What. The. Fuck?” The growl came from behind me and sent my body into an instant frenzy. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Jack, but I was suddenly desperate to catch a glimpse of him again. I turned and saw the beautiful creature stalking towards us. At first I didn’t even notice the woman following behind him, struggling to keep up.
Mr. Heston turned with me, his hand still on my bare back. For a second I thought Jack might leap forward and attack the poor man. Jack came to a screeching halt before us and his eyes shot daggers at Mr. Heston, tracing the hand now pressing harder on my bare skin. Was he jealous? The man had made no attempt to contact me for almost three weeks and now was showing up where I was working to make a scene like a raving lunatic.
“I’ll ask one more time. What the fuck are you doing?” Jack spoke directly to Mr. Heston and his tone made me nervous about what was about to happen.
I finally found my voice and it was more than a little angry. “Jack, this is Mr. Heston. He owns
The event coordinator had contacted me the week before and informed me that the gala was black tie and that I was expected to wear an evening gown. I was relieved to find out that the cost of the gown was borne by Heston Hotels, because although I had some really nice dresses, I had nothing that could be classified as an evening gown.
I still had a light tan from our trip to Hawaii, so I picked a light blue sequin dress that was form fitting. The front was simple and had a V-neck that showed some cleavage, but couldn’t be described as plunging. The back, however, was the showstopper. It plunged deep into my back, barely covering the top of the crack of my ass. It was beautiful and sexy, yet elegant and classy. The sales clerk had assured me that the sequins would reflect the stage lights and dazzle the audience. The color reminded me of the strapless dress that I’d worn in Hawaii and I smiled, thinking back to Jack’s reaction when he’d seen me in it.
I watched from the side of the stage as the ballroom filled up with men in tuxedos and women in beautiful ball gowns. It struck me as odd that an annual shareholder meeting would be so formal, but the fancy clothing gave the ballroom a magical feeling and the celebration was, after all, for a high-end hotel group.
When the MC announced my name, I suddenly thought it might have been a mistake to pair the dress with five-inch stilettos, but I made it to the microphone unscathed. I knew the ballroom was packed, but the size of the crowd never bothered me. The lighting usually blinded the audience from me anyway. Something about being unable to see people’s faces made it easy for me to get lost in a song and allow myself to feel the music through my body.
I performed two songs at the beginning of the meeting and then the final song was a repeat of the Aretha song that Mr. Heston had requested, and it closed the meeting. The crowd was gracious enough to give me a standing ovation, but I figured they were also anxious to get up from such a long conference.
Backstage, the conference producer looked way more relieved than she had a few hours earlier. She was laughing and smiling and finally had that awful headset unglued from her head. All of the stage crew and the MC gathered backstage and opened a few bottles of champagne to celebrate the success of the conference. I was mingling with some of the lighting crew, enjoying my post-show high with a glass of good champagne, when I felt a hand on my bare back.
“Sydney, you were fantastic tonight. Thank you for putting on such a great show on such short notice.” Mr. Heston spoke with impeccable grammar that screamed expensive private schooling, and it made me stand a bit straighter.
“Mr. Heston, thank you very much, that is very kind of you. I had a great time and it looks as though your conference was a rousing success.” The hand holding my champagne motioned to the crew, happily celebrating.
“What. The. Fuck?” The growl came from behind me and sent my body into an instant frenzy. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Jack, but I was suddenly desperate to catch a glimpse of him again. I turned and saw the beautiful creature stalking towards us. At first I didn’t even notice the woman following behind him, struggling to keep up.
Mr. Heston turned with me, his hand still on my bare back. For a second I thought Jack might leap forward and attack the poor man. Jack came to a screeching halt before us and his eyes shot daggers at Mr. Heston, tracing the hand now pressing harder on my bare skin. Was he jealous? The man had made no attempt to contact me for almost three weeks and now was showing up where I was working to make a scene like a raving lunatic.
“I’ll ask one more time. What the fuck are you doing?” Jack spoke directly to Mr. Heston and his tone made me nervous about what was about to happen.
I finally found my voice and it was more than a little angry. “Jack, this is Mr. Heston. He owns
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