All of those features joined together to complement the flawless toffee skin.
Her head didn’t reach past my shoulder. At six foot three, that wasn’t out of the ordinary for me. She looked as if she stood no taller than five foot two. My gaze cascaded down the length of her petite frame, finding it wrapped up in a designer black cocktail dress, which she made look like a million bucks.
She was slim but curved in all the right ways.
“Oh my God, Lena Clarkson,” Annabelle gasped, reminding me that she was still there. “I heard you would be here,” my date gushed.
The woman blinked before she turned toward my date and smiled.
My heart rate increased. I had to smother my frown at Annabelle.
“You’re even more beautiful in real life,” my date said.
“Thank you.”
Her voice was melodic and soothing. It had memories of the warm milk and honey my mother used to prepare for me on the nights when I couldn’t sleep dancing through my mind.
I felt warmer all of a sudden.
“Anyway, Eli,” the douchebag beside her continued, shaking me out of my memories. “As I was saying, you need a management team around you that’s going places.”
He briefly glanced my way after that comment.
I let him talk his shit because I knew he was full of it. If he had the resources he claimed, I would’ve heard of him before. The fact that I hadn’t was all the ammunition I needed to blow his entire argument up in smoke.
“What’s Eli’s amateur record?” I finally asked.
Nate stopped, his eyes widening before he pivoted in my direction. “What was that?”
“His amateur record?” I stepped closer. “You should know something as basic as his fight record, seeing as you’re so anxious to take him on as a client.”
I could feel the eyes of the rest of the group on us. No one said anything while Nate’s mouth opened and closed a few times. Nate’s eyebrows dipped as he peered up at me from his approximately five-foot-ten height.
Nate looked over at Eli, widening a smile, and shrugged. “Records don’t matter to your manager. It’ll be my job to deal with your sponsors. And I’m hella good at that part. Ask Lena.” He dipped his head toward the woman at his right side.
She looked stunned, as if he threw her into the deep end of the pool without warning.
“Didn’t I get you that huge makeup contract earlier this year?” he asked, almost accusatory.
She cleared her throat, her gaze briefly colliding with mine before looking away. “You did get me that deal,” she answered.
I grew hot around the collar, hating to hear her defend him, which was ridiculous since this woman and I had never even spoken to one another. By the looks of the sizeable diamond on her left ring finger, she was spoken for by this asshole.
“See what I’m saying? That was after her last two albums damn near flopped.”
Lena’s eyes widened as she tilted her head upward at Nate. “They each sold over a million copies. That’s hardly a flop,” she commented.
I smirked, semi-proud that she hadn’t taken that not-so-discreet insult lying down.
“I enjoyed both of those albums,” Annabelle said. “Though I would have to admitBroken Kissesis my all-time favorite album of yours.”
I found it curious when Lena’s shoulders dropped ever so slightly before she caught herself and gave Annabelle a wide smile.
“Right, and that album was six years ago. She’s never had another album do that well. But I was able to get her signed with a premier makeup brand,” douchebag said.
“Are you sure it was you?” I interrupted.
Again, all eyes turned to me.
