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better”, she said sweetly and his expression became wary but he said nothing.
Despite her inner turmoil she could not help the way her heart melted at his show of concern. She stared at the vast ocean as they made their way into the town and unto the hotel property where they were greeted by two bell boys who took her bags and waited at a respectable distance for her to follow. She waited for him to kiss her goodbye but all he did was peck her quickly on the cheek and drive away. She was beginning to have serious worries; Jordan had been so aloof this past week and Dianne’s announcement this morning was doing nothing to soothe her fraying nerves.
THE MOMENT SHE CHECKED INTO the hotel her life took on a whole new perspective. She had been escorted to her room by the bell boys, which to her astonishment included a sitting room that led unto a balcony, two bathrooms and a bedroom with a huge four poster bed along with two night tables, a dressing table, a chest and a huge flat screen television hanging on the wall opposite the bed. She wondered if all performers got this extensive service and had a nagging feeling that Jordan had something to do with it.
She began unpacking and concluded that she would have to repay Jordan for the clothes; however after checking the price tags on a few items, she decided she would be in debt to him for life at this rate. She was placing the last item, which happened to be the aqua dress when her phone rang. To her disappointment it was Harry telling her to meet him in the lobby so they could get a look at the hall she would be performing in the following day and if possible do a rehearsal.
She was pleasantly surprised when she got to the lobby and was introduced to the members of the band she would be working with. The day flew by as they commenced rehearsals and before she knew it, night had fallen and Harry decided they should have dinner to get better acquainted with each other. Jordan had not called, she had checked her phone several times in case he had called and she had missed it, but there were no missed calls either. She showered and dressed in the simplest attire in her now chic wardrobe; which was an ivory knee length dress with no sleeves and a neckline that came all the way to the base of her throat. She caught her hair into a ponytail and opted not to wear any jewellery or makeup.
Apparently she had not done well at dressing down because as soon as she got to the table she had everyone’s attention especially Nickolas', the pianist.
“You look fabulous”, he commented, his dark eyes seeming to undress her and for some reason she felt disgusted.
He was what some persons might consider handsome with slightly broad nose, thin lips and oval shaped face and olive complexion and looked to be in his late thirties. She did not like his eyes, she decided, the coldness in them held a hint of cruelty. He patted the chair beside him and since it was the only vacant spot around the table she took it reluctantly.
There were two other members in the band; Donald also known as Danny, the guitarist and Devon, the drummer, they both seemed to be in their early thirties. Harry informed her that there was a saxophonist but he performed only on special occasions. She learned that both men were married and Donald had two children, a boy and a girl while Devon had his first on the way. Although she endeavored to dissuade Nickolas’ invitations, he was insistent, constantly speaking to her, his thighs ‘accidentally’ brushing hers far too often for comfort, he even went as far as to boldly grip her hand above the table. She was in the process of disentangling her hand from his when a chilling voice froze her in her tracks.
“I see you’re all getting acquainted”, although he was addressing the entire table, his eyes were riveted on her.
“Jordan”, she said breathlessly, pulling her hands from Nickolas’ so fast that she almost knocked over a glass of water while
Despite her inner turmoil she could not help the way her heart melted at his show of concern. She stared at the vast ocean as they made their way into the town and unto the hotel property where they were greeted by two bell boys who took her bags and waited at a respectable distance for her to follow. She waited for him to kiss her goodbye but all he did was peck her quickly on the cheek and drive away. She was beginning to have serious worries; Jordan had been so aloof this past week and Dianne’s announcement this morning was doing nothing to soothe her fraying nerves.
THE MOMENT SHE CHECKED INTO the hotel her life took on a whole new perspective. She had been escorted to her room by the bell boys, which to her astonishment included a sitting room that led unto a balcony, two bathrooms and a bedroom with a huge four poster bed along with two night tables, a dressing table, a chest and a huge flat screen television hanging on the wall opposite the bed. She wondered if all performers got this extensive service and had a nagging feeling that Jordan had something to do with it.
She began unpacking and concluded that she would have to repay Jordan for the clothes; however after checking the price tags on a few items, she decided she would be in debt to him for life at this rate. She was placing the last item, which happened to be the aqua dress when her phone rang. To her disappointment it was Harry telling her to meet him in the lobby so they could get a look at the hall she would be performing in the following day and if possible do a rehearsal.
She was pleasantly surprised when she got to the lobby and was introduced to the members of the band she would be working with. The day flew by as they commenced rehearsals and before she knew it, night had fallen and Harry decided they should have dinner to get better acquainted with each other. Jordan had not called, she had checked her phone several times in case he had called and she had missed it, but there were no missed calls either. She showered and dressed in the simplest attire in her now chic wardrobe; which was an ivory knee length dress with no sleeves and a neckline that came all the way to the base of her throat. She caught her hair into a ponytail and opted not to wear any jewellery or makeup.
Apparently she had not done well at dressing down because as soon as she got to the table she had everyone’s attention especially Nickolas', the pianist.
“You look fabulous”, he commented, his dark eyes seeming to undress her and for some reason she felt disgusted.
He was what some persons might consider handsome with slightly broad nose, thin lips and oval shaped face and olive complexion and looked to be in his late thirties. She did not like his eyes, she decided, the coldness in them held a hint of cruelty. He patted the chair beside him and since it was the only vacant spot around the table she took it reluctantly.
There were two other members in the band; Donald also known as Danny, the guitarist and Devon, the drummer, they both seemed to be in their early thirties. Harry informed her that there was a saxophonist but he performed only on special occasions. She learned that both men were married and Donald had two children, a boy and a girl while Devon had his first on the way. Although she endeavored to dissuade Nickolas’ invitations, he was insistent, constantly speaking to her, his thighs ‘accidentally’ brushing hers far too often for comfort, he even went as far as to boldly grip her hand above the table. She was in the process of disentangling her hand from his when a chilling voice froze her in her tracks.
“I see you’re all getting acquainted”, although he was addressing the entire table, his eyes were riveted on her.
“Jordan”, she said breathlessly, pulling her hands from Nickolas’ so fast that she almost knocked over a glass of water while
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