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But the guy wasn’t looking at him. He was looking at Imani. Xander didn't like the proprietary way he looked at her. It was clear to anyone that this moron wanted her. And that knowledge was enough to nearly blind him with rage. Mine . He’d been the one making her come last night. Just the mention of her name was enough to set his teeth on edge and he clamped his jaw together. Fuck, he really needed to get a grip. Get your shit together.
Charles continued. “Obviously Imani’s American, one of the few in the program, and she's for all intents and purposes the star, so it's really her debut and we want to make it as splashy as possible. Alex McQueen is the writer and it's an adaptation of his novel from two years ago."
Xander remembered the one. It was a gritty tale of a woman's journey from the back alley streets of Soho where her mother had been a prostitute to Fleet Street and the love she had to give up to get there. It had won a slew of awards both here and across the pond and sat at the top of the charts for months. McQueen had said that he would never turn it into a film but would only support turning it into a screenplay for stage. For RADA to have it was a huge coup, especially since it could display on the West End and on Broadway.
He had a hard time accepting that that little slip of a girl could carry a role like that. "Is she any good?"
Charles grinned. "She's amazing. And the best part is she has no idea. She embodies both the ingénue and the vamp. It's why the selection committee chose her to attend here. Imani slips in and out of characters so easily, like she's putting on a pretty frock. No matter how ugly the role is, she attacks it. You think she is the character. You should come to the opening. I'll secure you tickets."
Bollocks to that. There was no way he was sitting through a performance with that girl. Especially since he already knew how soft she was. His cock begged to differ as his erection strained against his jeans. He’d likely have a permanent imprint of his zipper.
Maybe it was possible for Abbie to do this one on her own. She’d been working with him for months now, she was good. Very good. Anything to avoid being this close to Imani. Coward .
In the distance, she and Abbie laughed over something and it felt like he was punched in the gut. His gaze flickered to Abbie first, but it was Imani that held it. With an animated smile on her face and her eyes lit with humor, she was stunning to look at.
Easy does it . He sucked in a deep breath and tried to steady himself, but his brain conjured up scenarios he didn't need. He already knew how she kissed, how soft her skin was, what her pussy felt like milking his fingers. The part of his brain he normally kept under lock and key conjured up darker images that made him tight and itchy. Like that wide sexy mouth and what would it look like wrapped around his—
“I’ll just help Abbie get set up, then we’ll be on our way.” Xander unpacked his camera and attached the strap to keep his hands busy. Excusing himself, he started with the lighting set up. Normally Abbie would do it on her own, but he needed something more to do with his hands.
From the corner of his eye he watched as Charles had Ryan and Imani take their marks. Imani recited several of her lines and he stared. Hell, everyone stared. It was just a couple of lines, but for that moment, she commanded everyone around her.
Abbie’s voice broke his reverie. "You want to tell me who shoved that stick up your ass?"
Xander cocked his head. "I'm British, this is just how I am. No stick up the ass required."
"Don’t be daft, Xander. I know when something is going on with you. You want to tell me why you’re being such a douche to that girl?"
She always knew when something was going on with him and he didn't like it. She was privy to information about his past that he would rather not have her know. "I'm not being arsey. I'm just getting ready to work."
"Like your brother
Charles continued. “Obviously Imani’s American, one of the few in the program, and she's for all intents and purposes the star, so it's really her debut and we want to make it as splashy as possible. Alex McQueen is the writer and it's an adaptation of his novel from two years ago."
Xander remembered the one. It was a gritty tale of a woman's journey from the back alley streets of Soho where her mother had been a prostitute to Fleet Street and the love she had to give up to get there. It had won a slew of awards both here and across the pond and sat at the top of the charts for months. McQueen had said that he would never turn it into a film but would only support turning it into a screenplay for stage. For RADA to have it was a huge coup, especially since it could display on the West End and on Broadway.
He had a hard time accepting that that little slip of a girl could carry a role like that. "Is she any good?"
Charles grinned. "She's amazing. And the best part is she has no idea. She embodies both the ingénue and the vamp. It's why the selection committee chose her to attend here. Imani slips in and out of characters so easily, like she's putting on a pretty frock. No matter how ugly the role is, she attacks it. You think she is the character. You should come to the opening. I'll secure you tickets."
Bollocks to that. There was no way he was sitting through a performance with that girl. Especially since he already knew how soft she was. His cock begged to differ as his erection strained against his jeans. He’d likely have a permanent imprint of his zipper.
Maybe it was possible for Abbie to do this one on her own. She’d been working with him for months now, she was good. Very good. Anything to avoid being this close to Imani. Coward .
In the distance, she and Abbie laughed over something and it felt like he was punched in the gut. His gaze flickered to Abbie first, but it was Imani that held it. With an animated smile on her face and her eyes lit with humor, she was stunning to look at.
Easy does it . He sucked in a deep breath and tried to steady himself, but his brain conjured up scenarios he didn't need. He already knew how she kissed, how soft her skin was, what her pussy felt like milking his fingers. The part of his brain he normally kept under lock and key conjured up darker images that made him tight and itchy. Like that wide sexy mouth and what would it look like wrapped around his—
“I’ll just help Abbie get set up, then we’ll be on our way.” Xander unpacked his camera and attached the strap to keep his hands busy. Excusing himself, he started with the lighting set up. Normally Abbie would do it on her own, but he needed something more to do with his hands.
From the corner of his eye he watched as Charles had Ryan and Imani take their marks. Imani recited several of her lines and he stared. Hell, everyone stared. It was just a couple of lines, but for that moment, she commanded everyone around her.
Abbie’s voice broke his reverie. "You want to tell me who shoved that stick up your ass?"
Xander cocked his head. "I'm British, this is just how I am. No stick up the ass required."
"Don’t be daft, Xander. I know when something is going on with you. You want to tell me why you’re being such a douche to that girl?"
She always knew when something was going on with him and he didn't like it. She was privy to information about his past that he would rather not have her know. "I'm not being arsey. I'm just getting ready to work."
"Like your brother
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