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seemed like the more she told herself not to think about it, her brain just kept looping the memory of her cupping his face and then moving in on those incredible soft lips. Those few little stolen kisses they used to share under the big oak tree at her parentsâ old estate was nothing to compare to what Ramell deliveredin the living room of that suite. If she kept it up, she was going to drive herself crazy.
She had kissed him to prove that she could be spontaneous and step out of her comfort zone. Now she feared that sheâd just opened Pandoraâs Box. Even knowing that, she wanted to kiss him again. There was a part of her that wanted to prove that what she felt was a flukeâa trick of the mind. Another part of her wanted to kiss him because she hoped like hell it hadnât been a fluke but something greater, something more.
The second the sun rose the next morning, Sofia showered, dressed, and zoomed out the suite so fast it was amazing she hadnât left skid marks. All she knew was that she needed to get as far away from Ramell as she possibly could. Her first pit stop of the morning was to get breakfast inside the hotelâs restaurant, Verandah. The minute she entered the Mediterranean-style restaurant and the smiling hostess led her to an available table out on the terrace, her racing heartbeat settled a bit.
âSofia!â
She glanced around and then spotted Charlene Quinn waving a few tables over. âHey!â She popped out of her chair and went over to say hi to her newest client. When she reached her, Sofia leaned over and gave the glowing singer a hug. âHow are you, sweetheart?â
âGreat. How are you? I tried to call you when we arrived but my calls kept going to voicemail.â
Sofia lightly tapped her hand against her head. Ramell still had her cell phone. âIâm so sorry about that. Did you need anything?â
âAww. Look who we have here,â Akil Hutton approached the table. âHow you doing, baby girl?â
Sofia laughed as she now exchanged hugs with the super producer. âYou know me. Iâm still out here swimming with the sharks.â
âI hear that,â he said, taking his seat and then leaning over to plant a kiss on Charleneâs glossy lips.
They look good together. âI know I said it before, but I want you two to know that Iâm really happy for the both of youâ
âThanks,â Charlene cooed, her right hand entwined with Akilâs.
They were so adorable together that Sofia couldnât stop smiling at them. âSo. Are you all set to perform this afternoon at our pre-awards gala?â
Akil bobbed his head. âYeah, we set everything up with your man, Ramell.â
Sofia laughed, but it sounded a little off note even to her ears. âRamell Jordan is not my man.â She tried laughing again but it was still sounding like a misfired weapon.
Akil frowned. âNah, I meant it as a figure of speech. Heâs your business partner, right?â
âOh, yeah. Right.â Open mouth, insert foot. âI knew that. My man.â
Akil shared a look with Charlene and then smiled back up at Sofia. âAnyway, like I was saying, we set everything up with Ramell. Weâre going to do a sound check around two and then weâll be ready to go on at five.â
âSounds good.â Sofia gave them both a thumbs-up. âI guess Iâll just see you at the party.â
They said their goodbyes and Sofia rushed back over to her table and ordered herself a stack of buttermilk pancakes. Given the fact that she generally burned the candle at both ends most days, her lifestyle afforded her the luxury of being able to eat whatever she liked. So she ordered a large stack of buttermilk pancakes and link sausages. She was practically salivating when they arrived at her table. After thanking the waitress, she figured she had about fifteen minutes before she needed to meet up with
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