Dangerous Dreams
Page 7
A stray thought occurs to me. “Hey, Griff?”
“Yeah, Rory?” he presses his lips to my bare shoulder.
“Tomorrow, I think it’s time to give that guy from Ocean Records a call.”
I feel like I could write a thousand songs. My heart’s so full, I feel like I might burst if I don’t pour it onto the page.
It’s time to make all my dreams come true.
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Prologue
“What the hell is this?” Isabella Pelletier snapped, slamming a printed screenshot down on the table.
JD Song raised an eyebrow lazily before lifting his dark gaze to the fuming songstress. “Hello, darling,” he drawled, “Lovely to see you, too.”
“Cut the crap, Song, answer me.”
“A screenshot of my blog,” he replied drily.
“No shit,” Isabella snarled, “I meant what the hell is this blog post?!”
“It’s a review,” the man’s tone remained cool and unaffected, “What’s your problem?”
Her lip curled into a mocking sneer as she read the article aloud: “If the rest of Lumi LeBlanc’s debut solo album carries even half the punch of this new single, the Princess of Pop will be celebrating a takeover of the genre along with her 18th birthday next week when it launches!”
“Her new single is killer,” the blogger replied with a shrug, “The kid’s got potential.”
“The “Princess of Pop”? She’s just another shitty teen movie actress who thinks she can sing now,” she spat.
“I’m not the only one calling her that. So what?”
“You shouldn’t be encouraging it!”
“Why not? You love your Queen of Pop moniker, I would think you’d be thrilled at the idea that everyone considers her beneath you. And besides, she is your daughter, after all,” he picked casually at a hangnail as he spoke.
“Stepdaughter,” Isabella hissed like it pained her, “She’s only six years younger than I am. And that’s not the point, that’s not how it’s being interpreted and you know it. It makes me look old, like I’m going to be phased out and she’s taking my place. And when you throw on your line about her “taking over” the genre?!”
“Whatever, that shit is your hang-up, not mine. Look, if you’re just here to bitch about an honest review, you can get out of my office,” the man yawned, leaning back in his chair, “The Magic Mirror doesn’t exist solely to stroke your ego, babe. If you want attention, maybe try focusing on getting a new album out instead of harassing your favorite blogger.”
“I could ruin your pathetic little blog in an instant, you worm.”
“First of all, if that were true, you wouldn’t be here mincing words in my office,” JD replied, rising to his feet and resting his palms on his desk, leaning forward, “Secondly, without me, you never would have been anything more than a forgotten one-hit wonder. Now, are you going to continue to waste my time, or will you kindly get the fuck out of my office?”
“Why, you little-“
“I said, out,” a hint of anger finally pierced through JD’s cool façade, his eyes glinting pure steel.
Isabella, startled by the sudden shift in demeanor, decided to shift tactics. Ignoring JD’s demand, she skirted around and squeezed herself between the man and his desk, pressing her palms on his chest and guiding him back down into his chair.
He sat slowly, still glaring daggers up at her. She kept her hands on his chest, bending forward to give him a generous view of her cleavage. “Is that any way to talk to your Queen?” she purred at him in a low, playful tone, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.
“You need to leave, Bella,” JD sighed his expression softening, “One of these days, someone is going to catch us. Your husband’s going to find out.”
“Your office is the safest place in town,” she crooned, walking her fingers along the silk of his tie, “No cameras here. No one’ll never find out, especially not that oblivious old ”
JD’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t reply, either in protest or agreement. Isabella climbed into his lap, straddling him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, twirling his ponytail around her fingers. He watched her, something steely and dangerous in his gaze, but he remained still until she made the first move and planted her lips on his.
Gotcha, Isabella thought smugly when he finally responded to her, grabbing her and kissing her back fiercely.
When his lips moved down her neck, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, dropping her voice to a girlish, vulnerable whisper. “You still think I’m the prettiest, right?”
Helpless and caught under her spell, JD’s dark eyes moved up to hers. They glowed like emeralds lit from within. “Of course,” he murmured, entranced by blood-red lips and honey-colored curls, “Beauty incarnate. No one else compares.”
She flashed him a smile and fluttered her eyelashes. “No one?”
“No one,” he assured her firmly.
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