Do you need me to help you to your room before I leave?”
“Nah, I got it.”
Lexie stood then leaned down to give her boss a hug. “Say your goodbyes and get to bed. And if you end up in bed with that carpenter…”
Heather rolled her eyes. “Stop it. I’m not going to bed with him.” But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she and Seth had unfinished business. Maybe she’d talk to him one more time. Make sure he’d gotten the drill she’d left on the counter in the loading dock. Maybe give him kudos for his set pieces. Maybe give him a piece of her mind.
Or a piece of her body.
But maybe first another drink.
Seth had managed to avoid Heather since their hot make-out session at lunch. It was obvious there wasn’t a worse match for him than the feisty blonde, but God, he hadn’t met a more responsive woman. The way her mouth had opened to him, the feel of her sexy legs wrapped around him and her gorgeous tits pressing against him. She was so damn hot.
He’d been so consumed with her, Seth had almost missed out on the satisfaction of a job well done. Almost, but not quite.
“The Urban Arts program is going to make out on that auction next month,” Neil said, handing Seth another beer. “The general feedback is very favorable. It was a great suggestion. Maybe we’ll even add it to the New York plays in November.”
“Thanks, man. I feel good about it.” He’d feel even better if he hadn’t nearly molested the spokeswoman for the event in the back of the theater earlier in the day. Twice. Actually, the thing he felt the worst about where Heather was concerned was not finishing what he’d started.
“You should feel good. You are totally invited back next year. If you don’t mind me asking, though, how come you didn’t want anyone to know you donated the materials?”
Seth hesitated. Neil was a good guy, real down-to-earth and a major supporter of bringing Seth’s set idea to life. He popped the top off his beer—his sixth in an hour. “Truthfully,” he said after taking a swallow, “I don’t really care who knows. As long as Heather Wainwright doesn’t know.”
“Heather?” Neil’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why… Actually, don’t answer. I have a feeling I don’t want to know.”
“Maybe I’m being a dick.” No maybe about it, he was being a giant dick. “But she’s stuck-up. And this whole project—the Urban Arts, the 24-Hour plays—is about helping the less fortunate. Not about alienating or demeaning people who are considered beneath you.” Though he wouldn’t mind being beneath Heather. In the physical sense, anyway.
“I get it.” Neil opened his mouth to say more and then stopped himself.
“Go ahead. Say whatever you want. I probably need to hear it.”
“It’s just that I’ve worked on the shows for as long as Heather. She can come off as a real snob. At heart, she’s not like that. She believes in the project and the work we do. I think there’s something personal about it for her.”
Seth rolled his bottle between his palms, wondering if he should slow down. “I suspect you’re right. But it’s personal for me too.” He used to deny and hide his past. Then he learned the hard way that he couldn’t run from who he was. That was when he realized that he wouldn’t be where he was today if it hadn’t been for where he came from. If Heather had a similar story, then she needed to embrace it as well.
Just his personal opinion.
“Speak of the devil,” Neil said, his eyes pinned to a spot behind Seth.
Seth turned to see what Neil was looking at. There was Heather, heading straight toward him, her sexy sway accentuated by her hip-clinging dress. If he wanted to continue to avoid her, he needed to go now.
Or he could just stay right where he was and see how things played out.
The latter option certainly seemed more fun. Okay, he’d definitely had more beers than he should have.
And the way Heather was weaving suggested she might have had a
“Nah, I got it.”
Lexie stood then leaned down to give her boss a hug. “Say your goodbyes and get to bed. And if you end up in bed with that carpenter…”
Heather rolled her eyes. “Stop it. I’m not going to bed with him.” But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she and Seth had unfinished business. Maybe she’d talk to him one more time. Make sure he’d gotten the drill she’d left on the counter in the loading dock. Maybe give him kudos for his set pieces. Maybe give him a piece of her mind.
Or a piece of her body.
But maybe first another drink.
Seth had managed to avoid Heather since their hot make-out session at lunch. It was obvious there wasn’t a worse match for him than the feisty blonde, but God, he hadn’t met a more responsive woman. The way her mouth had opened to him, the feel of her sexy legs wrapped around him and her gorgeous tits pressing against him. She was so damn hot.
He’d been so consumed with her, Seth had almost missed out on the satisfaction of a job well done. Almost, but not quite.
“The Urban Arts program is going to make out on that auction next month,” Neil said, handing Seth another beer. “The general feedback is very favorable. It was a great suggestion. Maybe we’ll even add it to the New York plays in November.”
“Thanks, man. I feel good about it.” He’d feel even better if he hadn’t nearly molested the spokeswoman for the event in the back of the theater earlier in the day. Twice. Actually, the thing he felt the worst about where Heather was concerned was not finishing what he’d started.
“You should feel good. You are totally invited back next year. If you don’t mind me asking, though, how come you didn’t want anyone to know you donated the materials?”
Seth hesitated. Neil was a good guy, real down-to-earth and a major supporter of bringing Seth’s set idea to life. He popped the top off his beer—his sixth in an hour. “Truthfully,” he said after taking a swallow, “I don’t really care who knows. As long as Heather Wainwright doesn’t know.”
“Heather?” Neil’s eyes widened in surprise. “Why… Actually, don’t answer. I have a feeling I don’t want to know.”
“Maybe I’m being a dick.” No maybe about it, he was being a giant dick. “But she’s stuck-up. And this whole project—the Urban Arts, the 24-Hour plays—is about helping the less fortunate. Not about alienating or demeaning people who are considered beneath you.” Though he wouldn’t mind being beneath Heather. In the physical sense, anyway.
“I get it.” Neil opened his mouth to say more and then stopped himself.
“Go ahead. Say whatever you want. I probably need to hear it.”
“It’s just that I’ve worked on the shows for as long as Heather. She can come off as a real snob. At heart, she’s not like that. She believes in the project and the work we do. I think there’s something personal about it for her.”
Seth rolled his bottle between his palms, wondering if he should slow down. “I suspect you’re right. But it’s personal for me too.” He used to deny and hide his past. Then he learned the hard way that he couldn’t run from who he was. That was when he realized that he wouldn’t be where he was today if it hadn’t been for where he came from. If Heather had a similar story, then she needed to embrace it as well.
Just his personal opinion.
“Speak of the devil,” Neil said, his eyes pinned to a spot behind Seth.
Seth turned to see what Neil was looking at. There was Heather, heading straight toward him, her sexy sway accentuated by her hip-clinging dress. If he wanted to continue to avoid her, he needed to go now.
Or he could just stay right where he was and see how things played out.
The latter option certainly seemed more fun. Okay, he’d definitely had more beers than he should have.
And the way Heather was weaving suggested she might have had a
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