“Last weekend’s party was pretty epic,” Jordan says, drawing my attention away from my inner thoughts.
“Yes, it was,” I agree.
She snorts and looks over at me. “And I still think you’re crazy for turning down Brent Davidson. He’s the freaking running back for the Carolina Cougars. If I wasn’t married…”
I roll my eyes. “He’s a womanizer, Jordan. The last thing I want is to be in the tabloids like all his other conquests. I feel sorry for all the women he dupes.” Don’t get me wrong, the man is not only famous, but he’s gorgeous. We had the privilege of planning the team’s Halloween party this past weekend. We made five figures from that one party, and they asked us to plan their Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve gatherings as well. Never in my life would I have thought I’d be making as much money as I am doing what I love.
Jordan sighs. “Yeah, it’d probably be bad for business if you got mixed up with him. It’d make for planning their next parties very awkward.”
“Exactly.” I nudge her with my elbow. “Although it was nice being flirted with.”
She narrows her gaze, giving me that mischievous grin of hers. “I seem to recall a little more than flirting going on at the masquerade party we put together last month where someone in this car mixed a little business with pleasure.” Her eyes widen. “Maybe that’s why you didn’t want to get it on with Brent. You’re still hung up on your mystery man, aren’t you?”
Groaning, I smack a hand to my forehead. “Please don’t remind me of my indiscretion. I let a little intrigue cloud my judgment. It’s never going to happen again.”
Jordan fans herself. “Well, whoever it was behind the mask had an amazing body and sexy hair. I can’t believe you didn’t get his name.”
“That was the whole point. We didn’t want to know each other’s names.” The masquerade party was for one of Charlotte's biggest architectural firms held at one of the nicest hotels downtown. The owner had all of his employees from both the east and west coasts come in. There were hundreds of people. All decked out in formal wear and masks. When the mysterious man with the striking gray eyes came my way, I couldn’t seem to tell him no. I didn’t want to say no. A round of drinks turned into another and another. The next thing I knew, we snuck out of the ballroom to a hotel room upstairs and made a night of it. What I loved most about him was how attentive he was to me. He made sure I enjoyed myself. By three o’clock in the morning, I was exhausted, but I slipped out before I could fall asleep.
Jordan releases a heavy sigh. “Oh, to be single again. Sometimes I wish I had done spontaneous things like you. It sounds so exciting.”
I shrug. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” I say, even though I’m sort of lying. The night I had with my mysterious man was one of the best times I’ve ever had. Would I like to do it again? Most definitely. “I’d give anything to find the man I’m supposed to be with,” I add. “Maybe get married and have children. I’m not getting any younger.”
“Please, you look amazing. And thirty-two is not old; it’s prime time. I swear, every year you get more and more beautiful. I’d kill for your auburn hair and bright green eyes. Not to mention, your boobs look amazing in those skintight dresses you wear to the parties.”
“And your ass looks amazing in yours,” I quip back. “You have the curves I want.”
We pull into the radio station parking lot, and I grab my bag out of the backseat which has our portfolio with pictures from all of the parties we’ve planned over the years. The Nightmare Ball for 95.1 The EDGE is one of the hottest and largest Halloween events in the Queen City. When Jordan and I got the call the other day from one of the radio hosts, we couldn’t say no. I’ve been looking forward to this meeting all week.
Jordan takes in a deep breath and blows it out slowly as we get closer to the door. “Relax,” I say, giggling under my breath. “We got the job already.”
“I know,” she replies nervously. “I’m still shocked they booked us without meeting us first.”
It surprised me as well, but what I figure is we came highly recommended by someone we’ve worked with before. When we get to the door, it opens, and a young man with dark hair and a wide, bright smile greets us. He holds out his hand to me first. “You must be Ensley Anderson.” I recognize his voice from the radio; it’s Damien Forrester, the man I spoke to on the phone who was told to hire us.
I smile and shake his hand. “I am.”
Then he turns to Jordan. “And, Jordan McMahan.”
She shakes his hand, and he opens the door wider. “Come on in,” he says. “My name’s Damien Forrester. We spoke on the phone the other day.”
I walk in and turn to him. “It’s nice to meet you.” Jordan agrees with a nod.
He flourishes a hand toward the hallway. “The meeting room is right down the hall. I’m looking forward to working with you both.”
“Same with you. Halloween’s my favorite time of the year,” I say as we follow him.
“Glad to hear it.” He walks into the giant meeting room with a large oval table that can seat twelve people. Jordan and I take our seats, and he sits across from us.
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