He laughed. “Mr. Hawes has the Bentley today.”
“And this is?”
“A BMW, Mrs. Tolley.”
I stepped into the car. “Thank you, Lewis.”
He nodded. “Sit back and enjoy the ride. We’ll be there in no time.”
I had to ask the question. “How many cars does Ashton own?”
“Four, including the jeep he goes off-roading in.”
“Interesting.” Four cars for one man, compared to our single car for the two of us.
Throughout the rest of the ride I kept my hands clasped in my lap to stop them shaking. My mind wandered here, there, and back again. It started with guesses as to where Ashton might be sending me, which led to memories of the night before and Ashton’s lips on mine. Like earlier, each thought made it harder and harder to concentrate on anything else. Such was my focus on reliving our evening tryst that I was startled when Lewis opened the door. I hadn’t even noticed the car come to a stop.
“Here we are.” He offered his hand to me, helping me out of the car, a nice thing to do since I still wasn’t used to walking in heels.
I stepped out and looked around, attempting to get my bearings. Since Dominic and I moved here, I’d spent most of my time working. I’d had very little time to explore the city and so most places were new and unfamiliar. Lewis reached his hand out to me, a cell phone sitting in his palm.
“Mr. Hawes wanted you to have this, in case you needed to get hold of him.”
Each time Ashton presented me with another gift, I had a hard time equating him with a loan shark, a person who hurt people when they didn’t pay their debts. It was like he was a Jekyll and Hyde character. But as scary as the other side of his character was, I knew Ashton would never harm me. I didn’t know how I knew. I just did.
Taking the phone I placed it in my bag, not wanting to lose it. “Thank you, Lewis. What time will you be back?”
“I’ll be waiting for you, Mrs. Tolley. Inside you’ll find Alan Trindall. You have an appointment with him in fifteen minutes. He knows you’re coming.”
“Okay.”
I strung the word out, my confusion more than evident and given that the butterflies that had taken up root in my stomach were now dive-bombing my insides, I was surprised I managed to remain standing.
“I’ll be waiting here when you’re done.”
“Thank you.”
Each step was as nerve-racking as the one before it. I had no idea what I would find behind the doors in front of me. Pulling open the tinted glass, I noticed a long white hallway, doors on both sides, and at the end were two sets of double doors. When I reached the first one, the second opened and out stepped a man, his long dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail.
“Elena Tolley?” he asked.
I looked around, trying to figure out what in the world was going on. He smiled and reached out a hand to me. “Alan Trindall. Ashton said you majored in theater.”
I took his hand and shook it. “I did. But I don’t understand.”
“Ashton didn’t tell you why you’re here?”
Shaking my head, I admitted, “I don’t even know where here is. Someone drove me.”
He chuckled and shook his head, but I remained none the wiser about why he was talking to me. “Man, is he a dipshit. Luckily you’re early. Follow me.”
He started down the hall and I followed as quickly as my legs could carry me. He opened a door about halfway down the hall. Inside there was a piano and crates of sheet music.
“Do you mind telling me what I’m doing here?”
He dug through the crate while he answered. “Ashton set up an audition for you for one of the musicals we’re doing. Sondheim on Sondheim.”
Oh my God!
My hand flew to my mouth. “I don’t have anything prepared.”
“Now you see why I’m glad you’re early. Alto or soprano?”
“Soprano.”
Alan pulled out a piece of music and placed in on the piano. Taking a seat on the bench, he played through the first thirty-two bars.
“I know that,” I said. “No One is Alone from Into the Woods.”
“Good. Can you sing it?”
“I . . . uh . . . I think so.”
He played through the music again. On the second time through, I joined in.
For the next ten minutes, we went through the song over and over again. With each turn I felt my confidence increasing. I couldn’t believe Ashton set it up and didn’t give me any warning. But this was my dream; something I wanted ever since I was little.
Alan stopped playing and looked at the clock before removing the sheet music and coming over to stand in front of me. Taking my hands, he said, “Do what you just did in here and you’ll be fine. I’m not one of the producers, so I’ll play accompaniment for you.”
“Thank you.” My voice trembled slightly. It felt like all I did lately was thank people. I’d never had this many people do things for me. It was a strange feeling, one that was taking some getting used to.
Alan guided me back down the hall toward the double doors. The entire way I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart, and when the doors opened, I thought it might pound right out of my chest. I stepped into the backstage area, telling myself to relax.
Enjoy yourself.
Ashton’s words echoed in my ear as the door shut behind me and I walked toward the curtain, ready to face the audition with my head held high.
The red strapless dress fell just above my knee, making me feel sexy as hell. Ashton had called as I was leaving the theater, saying he was running late but for me to be ready for seven and to dress up. After a nice long nap and lunch, I hurried to my room to get ready. At seven o’clock on the nose, my phone beeped with a text from Ashton.
Ashton: Here. Meet me out front.
Me: K
Collecting my things, I hurried to the front door, excited to tell him about my day. Despite my initial nerves, I’d managed to pull it together and I was proud of myself for giving it a shot. If anything, getting back out there had reignited my passion for the stage and given me something to be excited about.
He didn’t see me at first—he was checking his phone—but as soon as he lifted his chin and saw me coming down the steps, Ashton froze.
“Holy shit.”
It was the exact reaction I was hoping for. He’d said a few times that he didn’t want an unwilling woman in his bed, and for the longest while I hadn’t been willing. That’s not to say that the thought hadn’t crossed my mind; I just wasn’t comfortable with it. But since my revelations about Dominic, things had started to change. I had begun to change. The moment I finished on stage I felt that long forgotten rush of euphoria and for the first time in a long time, I had my confidence back.
And I had Ashton to thank for all of it.
He told me almost every day I was beautiful, and for the first time I was starting to believe him.
With my mind on Ashton and all he was doing for me, I took extra care getting ready for dinner. My hair was in a loose-braided chignon at the base of my neck, and a swirling, silver cuff necklace and matching earrings completed the look. Seeing as I was wearing them nearly every day, I was more confident in heels, and chose to wear thin-heeled silver sandals that put my height closer to Ashton’s broad shoulders. I’d put a lot of thought and effort into my appearance and it was nice to see that it hadn’t been wasted.
The first thing he did when he reached me at the bottom of the stairs was to lift my hand to his lips and place a featherlight kiss on my skin, sending shivers right up my arm. I sucked in a breath and he must have heard it because a smirk played at the edges of his lips.