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When Ferro’s lih-rise, he was genuinely stunned by her appearance She was utterly captivating in a long black dress—the woray sidewalk The sleeves were long and full, like a ki very little of her pale skin

Her blond hair was pulled back in a low, old Her lips were painted the lightest rose, and it created the strangest curiosity in hiht look like darker, flushed with arousal Strange because he never felt curious about those things He knew all about sex There was no mystery left

He’d opened the door and let her into the limo, and then both of them had spent the drive down the interstate on theirup the day’s interrupted work

When they pulled up to Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, the streets were already blocked off Ferro’s liiven immediate access, and they were let out near the end of the red carpet This sort of thing had never been his favorite aspect of faest draw These events did very little for hi fake ss he’d like to do with his Friday night

Julia had the most purposeful look of boredo her lips to stay pulled together, forcing herself not to sh, her posture overly straight

But beneath all of that, she was vibrating under the surface Energy was pouring fro far away from her would ever be able to tell But he could feel her shaking

She seemed to like a spectacle, her presentations were so ostentatious it was unreal, but then, she was in control of them The press played by her rules in those situations Perhaps that was the cause of her unease now It wasn’t her security keeping the fans at bay The press weren’t being held to her guidelines

He pulled her to hih hers “We’re ready to walk the carpet” He could feel her fingers tre in his “Relax,” he said “We aren’t the A list We won’t be mobbed”

“I’ve seen pictures snapped of you while you were getting coffee at Roasted You’re mobbed frequently”

“Yes, but not when there are movie stars around Come on Anyway, if we are ed her along and when they stepped onto the carpet, he turned his smile on full

Julia did the sa the velvet rope that partitioned the olden few, hand-selected to enter into the realm of the elite Very often Ferro felt like he still had more in common with those behind the rope

She walked a bit ahead of him, her steps nervous and quick, and that hen he noticed the back of her dress, or rather, the lack of it, for the first time It was cut low and wide, a swath of white skin on show from her shoulder blades down to the indent of her back, just above the curve of her butt

It was the shock of it that made him want to touch He was sure of that He was a e of skin Far too jaded to allow hiht and he needed a sleep aid And yet, he found that he was That fascinated him nearly as much as her exposed skin

“Slon,” he said, pulling her back to his side

“Sorry,” she said, a smile still plastered on her face “Nervous”

“Don’t be Just remember, they’re all here to see you You’re the one in the enviable position You’re beautiful Successful Everyone out there would love to be here They would trade places with you in a heartbeat” The words caood at giving co women exactly what they desired

At keeping his ave all of his body A perfect disconnect

Her senuine “That was a nice thing to say”

“It’s true,” he said, without pausing to think if it really was