And then the models looked at her with admiration, because she was the woman of the moment in the fashion world. Critics always praised her for her catwalk performances, and that was every one of those people's dreams. Behind Mariah, two people with cameras in hand followed her. They were making a kind of documentary behind the scenes.Blair didn't get up from the couch, but she knew Mariah was walking towards her. With a juxtaposed black dress, her slim body was well shaped, and it made her look good. Mariah smiled as she approached the redhead, as if they were long-time friends.- "Blair, honey, how about a photo?" Mariah smiled as the camera panned to her face.Blair, on the other hand, couldn't hide her discomfort. She knew right then and there that Mariah was the type who would do anything to make people have a good image of her. The redhead stood up and smiled at the camera, but she didn't seem as friendly as she would have liked.- "Of course"They stood side by side, like grea
- "You look very beautiful. And, if I may say so, you outshone all the models" Michele commented. The way she was by Jean's side didn't go unnoticed. He seemed to be in an extra-professional relationship.- "Thanks"- "I called you to thank you for the good work you've done at my agency. And here, of course"For a brief moment, Blair felt guilty. That work was not being done by Michele, but by Spencer's investigation. It was just a good facade. On the other hand, the redhead knew that Michele wanted to score points with Jean. Therefore, both had personal interests in the relationship.- "No need to thank me. It's a pleasure working with you"- "I didn't know your father until this edition of Fashion Week, but now we're having a frank conversation. And, my god, why didn't you tell me he's so amazing?" her boss commented, with the biggest smile on her preserved face.Blair felt her stomach drop. The biggest traumas of her childhood were caused by the man Michele had called incredible, a
The mirror on the marble sink extended the entire length of the wall. Blair walked to the sink and looked closely at her colorless face. The negative effect of Michele's vision of her father still hung over her, reminding her that many people loved Jean, even though they only knew the new version of him.Blair felt a shiver awaken her skin. Through the reflection in the glass, she saw Ethan Banks appear in the doorway. With his all-black look, from his shiny shoes to his bow tie, the man standing in the doorway seemed to fill the entire room with his presence alone. He was tall enough to almost reach the end of the doorway.Blair's body's reaction was not natural, it seemed to involve something beyond the physical. She remained static as she tried to assimilate what she saw, enchanted by the perfect fallen angel. Blair didn't know it, but the effect her figure had on the man's system was equal, if not more devastating. The difference was that Banks was able to hide her reactions.- "I
- "Can I?" he whispered close to her lips.Blair sighed and agreed with an almost imperceptible nod, aware that her body could barely handle the deluge of desire she felt.Banks circled her mouth with his tongue, tasting a flavor he would only find in her. The kiss happened when he realized he couldn't resist, not being so close. The man absorbed Blair's brief moan into his mouth, numbed by the sound.And when her lips began to trace Ethan's, and she held his hair between her fingers, the man's bones failed. Her breath hit his face in hot puffs. He felt her sweetness in small doses. At that moment, the excitement was painful.Slowly and intensely, tongues slid and explored each other. The flavors they found on each other's lips were something that instantly addicted them. Because, despite knowing that kiss would be explosive, Blair and Ethan didn't believe that a fit could be so perfect. The sensations stored in a kiss that would not be enough to appease his intimate desires were brou
- "Yes, sir. But she is stunned, very worried" despite Alex trying hard to appear casual, Blair understood what he meant. Mariah wanted to see Ethan. Most likely he was demanding to be seen.- "Let's go to the hall"- "I don't recommend it, sir" although he knew that his boss would do whatever he wanted, regardless of the recommendation, the security guard made his attempt.Ethan didn't need to repeat himself for his employee to comply. Alex politely stepped away from the door to let his boss pass. Blair knew this wasn't an invitation to spend the night with Ethan, so she walked out of the suite as well.At that point, the man was intact in his own world. The things he had said, done and felt were part of the past, and that was all. They entered the elevator and remained keeping their distance.- "The man has been contained, but we will continue with protocol" Alex announced.The security guard placed his hand on his waist, on a holster that housed his revolver. When Ethan's safety co
Only then did Ethan realize that Mariah would accompany him into the night. Because, after the moment with Blair, it would be difficult for him to notice the presence of any woman. It shone in his mind. There was no fair comparison.They headed outside, too. Outside the luxurious Baccarat, some cars lined up were waiting for guests, who were gradually leaving the event. Some reporters crowded around, in a failed attempt to get a photo or a statement from the model, or from the businessman at her side. Meanwhile, the New York police formed a human chain of protection to prevent reporters from inflicting on the guests' privacy. The only photographers who could have photos or statements of what happened were those who were already inside the hotel, before the attack.Ethan was next to Mariah when his security guard opened the limo door for them to enter, however, it wasn't her that the man was thinking about. Every cell in his body asked for the company that another man had. He barely re
Fashion Week had come to an end. Blair was in Las Vegas again the following week. And to say that many of her thoughts were still in New York would be an understatement.After a few phone calls, a few reports, and brief conversations, Spencer invited Blair to the department. There were details that would need to be discussed in person."And so he bought the company stock?" the inspector asked, leaning forward on his cluttered desk."Yes. The justification is that he wasn't ready to walk away completely and suddenly," the redhead reported.Blair stood across from Spencer in his cluttered office. She wore regular clothes; dark jeans, a hoodie, and practical sneakers; as much as possible to go unnoticed. At this point, being discovered would be like setting fire to the investigation."Some of the story is untrue," Blair mused."Why?" the inspector showed interest.- "He claims he wasn't ready to leave the track. However, when he took over the family business, he said it was time to take
"Yes," Blair replied, crossing her arms in front of her breasts to appear less helpless."If you were truly in love with Ethan, would you be able to give him away?"That question struck the woman. She didn't expect it to become an issue. Blair sighed slowly, and continued looking at Colton as she replied:"What matters is my work, not my love life""If your passion is an investigator, yes, it matters" he countered."I'll do whatever it takes. You should do the same""Let's start with the equipment. I'll get you headphones and gloves" Colton ignored the anger he felt upon hearing those words. He had to ignore it. And then the man walked away from Blair, leaving her alone for a few minutes.*The most luxurious cities in the United States were known for keeping busy lives and large amounts of money moving. It was no different in Las Vegas. The casinos, even on Monday mornings, were open to voracious customers. There was no time to be wasted in Vegas.Michele's agency was located in one