Read Online Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star by Heather Lynn Rigaud - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Heather Lynn Rigaud
Ads: Link
herself to stop worrying about last-minute things she might have forgotten to pack, resolving that whatever she had left behind, she would either get new on the road or have sent to her.
To distract her mind, she thought about her performance. In her mind, she went over the songs she had drilled over and over again for the last two weeks. But her thoughts betrayed her attempts to settle them, quickly giving way to the tall man who had been watching her today. Even his intensely good looks were not enough to soften her feelings about him. He rankled her, like an itch she couldn’t reach to scratch, mostly because she couldn’t figure him out. Elizabeth had always prided herself on her ability to read people, but Darcy simply confused her. He was nothing like his reputation for a wild man. In fact, she was certain she had never met a more uptight, arrogant man in her life. If there was going to be any trouble on the tour, it would be coming from him.
Chapter 4
It was the plane that did it. Getting up early, saying good-bye to her parents and sisters, even the limo ride to the airport all had a vague, hazy, surreal sensation. But when Elizabeth saw the large jet sitting alone on the tarmac bearing the name De Bourgh on its side, she knew it was real. She was really doing it. A desire, an ambition she had held for longer than she could remember was coming true. She smiled at everyone in the car and squeezed Jane’s hand.
The black limo pulled up beside the plane and stopped. As Elizabeth exited the car and walked around to the trunk to get her bags, another limo pulled up beside her own.
Like a warrior, Darcy strode out of the car, his black sunglasses shielding his eyes from the early morning light, his long coat protecting him from the chill. Without acknowledging anyone, he walked purposefully to Rebecca, waiting at the bottom of the ramp.
“Good morning, Darcy,” she said, her eyes making only the briefest contact before returning to their constant scanning.
“Are we ready to go?” he asked, his face turning to the others, who were moving toward the ramp.
“Almost.”
Darcy turned his head and stared at Rebecca, his expression displeased.
“Charles and Caroline aren’t here yet,” Rebecca said by way of explanation.
In a flash Darcy snapped open his cell phone. He punched a button and held it to his ear. “Caro, where are you?” he demanded.
“Five minutes, Darcy,” her voice replied apologetically.
“Caro!”
“Seriously, Darcy, we will be there in five minutes.”
“You know, Caroline, generally it is the job of the tour manager to call the artist, not the other way around,” he snarled.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, sighing.
He looked up. “Damn!” he swore softly but emphatically.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Darcy’s eyes swept over a third limo, just pulling up along his. “The bitch is here.”
“Who? Which bitch?”
“The one who owns the plane,” he growled, “and her stooge.” As he watched, Anne de Bourgh exited the limo and walked toward Darcy and Rebecca. He snapped the phone shut and put it away.
“Darcy,” Anne said coldly as she passed by him and climbed up the ramp. Darcy nodded once in acknowledgement.
“Mr. Darcy,” ogled Bill Collins, his hand extended. “It is such a pleasure to really meet you at last.”
Darcy ignored the bubbling fat man and addressed Rebecca. “Is everyone else here?”
She nodded. “As soon as the Bingleys arrive, we can go.”
***
Elizabeth watched the interaction as she gathered her bags. She wasn’t really eavesdropping, because Darcy had made no attempt to hide what he was doing. She stumbled slightly as she climbed the steps of the ramp, unbalanced by her bag. She was relieved to feel a strong hand on her shoulder steadying her.
“Easy there. You okay?” Richard Fitzwilliam asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” she smiled embarrassedly and made her way into the plane.
It was a large jet with a custom interior.
To distract her mind, she thought about her performance. In her mind, she went over the songs she had drilled over and over again for the last two weeks. But her thoughts betrayed her attempts to settle them, quickly giving way to the tall man who had been watching her today. Even his intensely good looks were not enough to soften her feelings about him. He rankled her, like an itch she couldn’t reach to scratch, mostly because she couldn’t figure him out. Elizabeth had always prided herself on her ability to read people, but Darcy simply confused her. He was nothing like his reputation for a wild man. In fact, she was certain she had never met a more uptight, arrogant man in her life. If there was going to be any trouble on the tour, it would be coming from him.
Chapter 4
It was the plane that did it. Getting up early, saying good-bye to her parents and sisters, even the limo ride to the airport all had a vague, hazy, surreal sensation. But when Elizabeth saw the large jet sitting alone on the tarmac bearing the name De Bourgh on its side, she knew it was real. She was really doing it. A desire, an ambition she had held for longer than she could remember was coming true. She smiled at everyone in the car and squeezed Jane’s hand.
The black limo pulled up beside the plane and stopped. As Elizabeth exited the car and walked around to the trunk to get her bags, another limo pulled up beside her own.
Like a warrior, Darcy strode out of the car, his black sunglasses shielding his eyes from the early morning light, his long coat protecting him from the chill. Without acknowledging anyone, he walked purposefully to Rebecca, waiting at the bottom of the ramp.
“Good morning, Darcy,” she said, her eyes making only the briefest contact before returning to their constant scanning.
“Are we ready to go?” he asked, his face turning to the others, who were moving toward the ramp.
“Almost.”
Darcy turned his head and stared at Rebecca, his expression displeased.
“Charles and Caroline aren’t here yet,” Rebecca said by way of explanation.
In a flash Darcy snapped open his cell phone. He punched a button and held it to his ear. “Caro, where are you?” he demanded.
“Five minutes, Darcy,” her voice replied apologetically.
“Caro!”
“Seriously, Darcy, we will be there in five minutes.”
“You know, Caroline, generally it is the job of the tour manager to call the artist, not the other way around,” he snarled.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, sighing.
He looked up. “Damn!” he swore softly but emphatically.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Darcy’s eyes swept over a third limo, just pulling up along his. “The bitch is here.”
“Who? Which bitch?”
“The one who owns the plane,” he growled, “and her stooge.” As he watched, Anne de Bourgh exited the limo and walked toward Darcy and Rebecca. He snapped the phone shut and put it away.
“Darcy,” Anne said coldly as she passed by him and climbed up the ramp. Darcy nodded once in acknowledgement.
“Mr. Darcy,” ogled Bill Collins, his hand extended. “It is such a pleasure to really meet you at last.”
Darcy ignored the bubbling fat man and addressed Rebecca. “Is everyone else here?”
She nodded. “As soon as the Bingleys arrive, we can go.”
***
Elizabeth watched the interaction as she gathered her bags. She wasn’t really eavesdropping, because Darcy had made no attempt to hide what he was doing. She stumbled slightly as she climbed the steps of the ramp, unbalanced by her bag. She was relieved to feel a strong hand on her shoulder steadying her.
“Easy there. You okay?” Richard Fitzwilliam asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” she smiled embarrassedly and made her way into the plane.
It was a large jet with a custom interior.
Similar Books
