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open in shock and his amused gaze didn’t offer me any comfort.
“Ready?” He asked and I simply nodded in response.
I followed Josh through the open space of the ground floor cursing myself for wearing my very noisy heels. The walls lining the hall lead to the elevators that featured framed copies of previous issues which I couldn’t help but admire. Stepping into the elevator, I moved toward the back and watched as the numbers rose with every passing floor. I could feel Josh’s inquisitive eyes watching me. I gnawed on my bottom lip, and my foot tapped nervously as I gripped hold of my bag.
“Almost there,” Josh announced as I anxiously watched floor seven change to floor eight.
The fifteenth floor finally arrived and with a swift movement Josh was out of the elevator. I followed closely behind him as we made our way through an open planned office space. Cubicle after cubicle was filled with professional-looking people tapping away at computers or talking on the phone and occasionally someone would look up and give me the once over.
Josh stopped in front of a closed door and turned toward me. “You look petrified.”
“I am. I am waiting for you to tell me to leave.”
His laughter once again didn’t comfort me.
Josh opened the door to his office and motioned for me to step through the doors. His office was not what I expected. It was gleaming white. White desk, white shelving, and an oversized white office chair. Art graced the walls, displaying everything from portraits to landscapes—but one common dominator was the abstract and fieriness of colors on display. It grabbed my attention immediately.
I took a seat across the desk and placed my hands nervously in my lap. The longer he took to speak the more my anxiety piqued.
“So I won’t keep you for long. First, I don’t care that you chose not to tell me your real name when we first met. I am sure you have your reasons, and it’s not for me to judge so we will get that off the table. How’s that work for you?”
I nodded in silent agreement.
“So this is how it is. My brother, who you met the other night, first made me aware of you and your work, and we are very interested in having you shoot the cover and editorial spread for the next issue.” He folded his hands together, resting them on the immaculate white desk top and looked at me with anticipation of my response.
His brother !
Crawford. Chocolate cake. Perfect eyes. Came to my rescue.
Oh god! I was going to pass out.
“Is this some sort of joke?” My words were short and breathy as my defenses shot sky high. Things like this didn’t just happen to me. They didn’t just land on my lap without a consequence. His eyes bore into mine as he gauged my brutal questioning. “Your brother bought me chocolate cake!”
Without a word, Josh rose from behind his desk and effortlessly moved toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. Standing to meet him, I stood confidently, desperate for strength to appear while inside I was trembling.
“We want your photography skills Eden. My brother was extremely surprised to find you right under his nose.” He took one step toward me, and I froze. “And yes he did. He has never bought a girl chocolate cake before Eden and I’ve never seen him go all alpha-fucking-male for a girl before so you just think about that.”
The breath I was unaware I was holding escaped in a loud rush, and I blinked frantically. “I’m only here until January 5 th .”
“That should be fine. The only thing I can think of is that there could be a launch party on December 16 th that you will be required to attend but Ky will have all the details regarding your schedule.”
Hearing that date sent fear roaring through my body. I hated that date. Everything about that date was hell to me. For the past four years I had spent that date locked in my apartment, buried so deep in the confines of my bed away from the world, drowning in a mixture of cheap vodka and Xanax
“Ready?” He asked and I simply nodded in response.
I followed Josh through the open space of the ground floor cursing myself for wearing my very noisy heels. The walls lining the hall lead to the elevators that featured framed copies of previous issues which I couldn’t help but admire. Stepping into the elevator, I moved toward the back and watched as the numbers rose with every passing floor. I could feel Josh’s inquisitive eyes watching me. I gnawed on my bottom lip, and my foot tapped nervously as I gripped hold of my bag.
“Almost there,” Josh announced as I anxiously watched floor seven change to floor eight.
The fifteenth floor finally arrived and with a swift movement Josh was out of the elevator. I followed closely behind him as we made our way through an open planned office space. Cubicle after cubicle was filled with professional-looking people tapping away at computers or talking on the phone and occasionally someone would look up and give me the once over.
Josh stopped in front of a closed door and turned toward me. “You look petrified.”
“I am. I am waiting for you to tell me to leave.”
His laughter once again didn’t comfort me.
Josh opened the door to his office and motioned for me to step through the doors. His office was not what I expected. It was gleaming white. White desk, white shelving, and an oversized white office chair. Art graced the walls, displaying everything from portraits to landscapes—but one common dominator was the abstract and fieriness of colors on display. It grabbed my attention immediately.
I took a seat across the desk and placed my hands nervously in my lap. The longer he took to speak the more my anxiety piqued.
“So I won’t keep you for long. First, I don’t care that you chose not to tell me your real name when we first met. I am sure you have your reasons, and it’s not for me to judge so we will get that off the table. How’s that work for you?”
I nodded in silent agreement.
“So this is how it is. My brother, who you met the other night, first made me aware of you and your work, and we are very interested in having you shoot the cover and editorial spread for the next issue.” He folded his hands together, resting them on the immaculate white desk top and looked at me with anticipation of my response.
His brother !
Crawford. Chocolate cake. Perfect eyes. Came to my rescue.
Oh god! I was going to pass out.
“Is this some sort of joke?” My words were short and breathy as my defenses shot sky high. Things like this didn’t just happen to me. They didn’t just land on my lap without a consequence. His eyes bore into mine as he gauged my brutal questioning. “Your brother bought me chocolate cake!”
Without a word, Josh rose from behind his desk and effortlessly moved toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. Standing to meet him, I stood confidently, desperate for strength to appear while inside I was trembling.
“We want your photography skills Eden. My brother was extremely surprised to find you right under his nose.” He took one step toward me, and I froze. “And yes he did. He has never bought a girl chocolate cake before Eden and I’ve never seen him go all alpha-fucking-male for a girl before so you just think about that.”
The breath I was unaware I was holding escaped in a loud rush, and I blinked frantically. “I’m only here until January 5 th .”
“That should be fine. The only thing I can think of is that there could be a launch party on December 16 th that you will be required to attend but Ky will have all the details regarding your schedule.”
Hearing that date sent fear roaring through my body. I hated that date. Everything about that date was hell to me. For the past four years I had spent that date locked in my apartment, buried so deep in the confines of my bed away from the world, drowning in a mixture of cheap vodka and Xanax
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