He walked over in his bare feet, his black socks hanging from his deft hands. It seemed ludicrous to sit the King of the vampires down and give him a pep talk—especially when he was built the way he was. But she was going to go nuts if she couldn’t have that sexual connection. And so was he.
Then, she’s back to Charly, who looks like she’s just been hit by a whirlwind. Well, she has. Whirlwind Sasha. Wait until she meets Meg. Meg is like Santa on ecstasy.It is. Charly smiles. Do you want to try it on now and make sure everything is okay for you? And, if any more alterations are needed, I can do them tonight.
You’re the best. Sasha picks up the garment bag. Will you come upstairs with me? Help me get into it?Sure, Charly says, following her out of the kitchen, giving me a smile before she goes.I love your hair, I hear Sasha saying to her. I’ve been thinking about getting some color put in my hair, but I don’t know if I’m too old.
How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking? I hear Charly ask.Thirty-five, Sasha groans, her voice trailing off as they head upstairs.
Ooh, that’s me, Gran says, picking up her phone and disappearing out of the kitchen.
I suspiciously eye her. I wonder if that’s her boy toy on the phone.God, you’re still in makeup? She laughs, walking over to Vaughn. She stops at the back of his chair, putting her hands on the top of it, while the makeup artist continues to do his makeup. You men take longer to get ready than us women do.
What can I do for you, Natasha? His tone isn’t much friendlier than it was with me, which makes me feel a little better at the reception I got from him.Isn’t he a darling in the morning? she says to me, playfully rolling her eyes. Then, she sticks her hand out to me. We haven’t met. I’m Natasha.
Charly Michaels. I take her hand and shake it. I work in wardrobe. I was just dropping off Mr. West’s clothes. It’s really great to meet you, Ms. Warner.Natasha, please. God, Vaughn, you don’t make this lovely girl call you Mr. West, do you?