Romancing the Runway. Linda Hudson-Smith
and kissed him gently on the mouth. “I’m very proud of you. Congratulations!”
Suddenly looking downtrodden, Kennedy turned to face Xavier. “I wasn’t going to say anything to you about auditioning for a part on L,L&L, but it’s deceptive not to. Unlike you, I haven’t gotten a nod. My manager, Chase Hudson, hasn’t heard anything yet. Since you’ve been offered a part, I can’t help wondering where I stand. The producer seemed to like me. To be quite honest, I’m very disappointed there’s been no word.”
Xavier’s expression was apologetic. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings by coming off so enthusiastic.”
“My feelings are hurt, but I don’t fault you. It would’ve been nice to have heard something from the producer by now. It’s possible they haven’t called everyone. Who knows? I’m still happy for you. Please don’t think otherwise.”
Desperately wanting to taste more of her, Xavier pulled her into him and held her snugly in his arms. His mouth then covered hers in a riveting kiss, one that made her body turn into a mass of jelly. She prayed he couldn’t feel the quivering, but she couldn’t imagine how he couldn’t since it felt like an earthquake was exploding inside her.
As Xavier lifted his head, Kennedy pulled it back down. He wasn’t the only one who wanted more of this bursting passion. He had singed her lips with fire and desire and she wanted it to go on and on. Their eyes clashed with fiery heat as they kissed again.
Just as they were about to go out the door, Kennedy told him to go ahead outside. She had forgotten something and promised to be right along. Then she ran into the kitchen and punched in a code on the phone. After giving instructions to the person she’d phoned, she hung up and ran back to the front, where she set the alarm and stepped out.
How Kennedy had managed to have the crystal vase of long-stemmed red roses delivered to the club so quickly had Xavier astounded. It seemed like they’d just left her home, but a glance at his watch had confirmed for him it had been a while. Coupled with the fact that she’d suddenly gone back into the house, he was sure she’d phoned in the florist order then. It was the only time it could’ve happened. She hadn’t been out of his sight before then. He knew of several area florists who did late-evening deliveries.
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