I shuffled across the heated hardwood to the door and jerked it open to the too-bright hallway light. Dorian Gray in theflesh.
“We are not talking about this right now Gray, goaway.”
I moved to shut the door but he blocked it with his hand at the center, halting itsprogress.
“I’m not here to talk about that, but we will, I assure you. I’m here because of thetheater.”
Adrenaline shot through my body, bringing me fully awake. “What about thetheater?”
“You have to come in withme.”
I groaned and turned to the bedroom to put on pants. My boobs were barely big enough to warrant a bra, so I just left my brother’s sleep shirt on and threw on a pair of worn black leggings with wool flatboots.
He stared around my entrance as I grabbed my keys and walked out the door without a word, not even bothering to hold it for him. It took a few minutes for him to fumble with it and follow meout.
Maybe this retribution thing would be more fun than I thought. I wondered how far I could push it before he called me onit.
I took the stairs in a sharp right, and he skidded past the door toward the elevator only to turn around and headback.
When we got downstairs, his faithful driver stood with the door open. If it weren’t an emergency, I would have walked to the theater rather than ride with him. Even if the sun had barely begun to wash away thedarkness.
“You haven’t been to bed have you,Jeeves?”
His brows drew together and his lips pursed in thought. “My name’s notJeeves.”
“Well,” I climbed into the car and leaned out to a huff from Gray. “You didn’t tell me your nameso...”
Gray answered and shooed the driver to the front. “His name’sMichael.”
He settled into the back opposite me on another seat,thankfully.
“Nice to meet you, Michael.” I shouted. I got a little jolt of pleasure to watch Gray close his eyes in quietannoyance.
“So what’s goingon?”
Gray opened his eyes and focused on me again. The image of his head thrown back in pleasure flashed through my mind. I shook it off and gave him my best professional disinterested face. He matched it with his playboy mask. “I had some renovations going on the west wing. They have to work at night due to cityordinances.”
“Okay…?”
“Well, they were in there working tonight and found more than expected, mold everywhere. The entire cast dressing quarters are now cut off fromus.”
I swore loud and viciously. When I looked up, Gray’s eyes were a littlewide.
“Never mind that. You know how damn picky those actorsare.”
He nodded. “Yes, veryparticular.”
Which meant we would lose our starring cast if we didn’t play thisright.
“What can we do?” I shook my hands and leaned forward. Between missing my morning coffee and the events of last night my brain wasn’t firing the rightway.
Gray shrugged. “You’re the producer. I figured you would be able to think of a solution. I don’t handle the actors. That is bydesign.”
I snorted. “Coward.”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Guilty.”
To be fair, our actors were some of the best in Paris, and they were divas accordingly. “Ok. Do you have a budget for asolution?”
