KGI: When Day Breaks Part 16
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Swanny stopped, his features scrunching into a scowl. "What do you mean, you're already taken care of? Wasn't that the whole purpose of this trip, to find you a dress for the party in two nights?"
Her lips curved in a grin. "Dahling," she said with exaggerated emphasis, "in my line of work, designers provide almost all my clothing for public appearances. They vie for my attention because they want the publicity. They provide a free dress in return for free publicity. Win-win. I have three gowns already delivered to the hotel for me to choose from, and I wouldn't be surprised if more showed up."
"You little heifer," Swanny said in a menacing tone. He shot her a glare that only made her laugh. "You totally set me up, didn't you?"
"Who me?" she asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. "I can't help it if you looked so cute grumbling your way through several outfits."
Swanny shook his head and then ducked back into the fitting room to take the suit off.
Skylar cracked up. "Well done, Eden. Well done, indeed. I quite enjoyed that. I have to say, you draw out a side to Swanny that most of us haven't seen."
Eden gave her a serene smile and picked an invisible piece of lint from her s.h.i.+rt. "He's too easy and it's so much fun to see him all riled up. He's too cute."
Skylar choked on her laughter. "Cute? I have to say I've heard Swanny described in many ways, but cute has never been one of them."
Skylar then c.o.c.ked her head to the side. "You really dig him, don't you? I mean, it's not an act with you. You truly like him."
Eden flushed.
"I'm not saying that to make you uncomfortable or put you on the spot," Skylar hastened to say. "It's just that not many people look beyond his appearance to get to know the real man underneath. He has a huge heart, as I'm sure you know by now. I think it's really cool that you're so accepting of him. All of him. You look very good together."
"He's a very special man," Eden said quietly.
"On that we agree," Skylar responded.
They looked up to see Swanny come back out dressed in his jeans and s.h.i.+rt, and as good as he'd looked in his suit, Eden's mouth watered at those form-fitting jeans and the T-s.h.i.+rt that stretched over his broad shoulders and muscled chest.
He slung the suit on its hanger over his shoulder. Then he shot both women a glare. "Let's go see how the other guys fared since they didn't have you two tormenting them and making them go through half a dozen suits. I bet they chose the first one they picked out."
Skylar snickered and Eden lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, how little you know. I sicced the very nice saleslady on those three and told her my specifications. I can a.s.sure you that she made certain they didn't just grab and run. You were the lucky one, having me and Sky being the only witnesses to your pain."
"Poor b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," Swanny muttered. "I think this qualifies for hazard pay. I'm definitely going to take this up with Sam."
"Quit being a baby," Eden scoffed. "Let's take your suit to the saleslady and then we'll outfit Skylar. I can't wait to get my hands on her. She's going to look amazing before I'm finished with her!"
With an exaggerated, indulgent sigh, Swanny meekly-or as meekly looking as a man his size could pull off-carried the suit to the beaming saleslady, who took it back to be wrapped with great care.
Eden clapped her hands, rubbing them together in antic.i.p.ation, just as the other team members joined them. "Now for Skylar."
Skylar's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I'm being dressed by a supermodel. How many women can say that? I'm going to look fabulous! Man, I haven't looked forward to a sw.a.n.ky gig like this like ever. But I'm already fantasizing about a to-die-for dress, some kick-a.s.s total f.u.c.k-me shoes and being made up by an honest-to-G.o.d professional makeup artist. And I get to hang out with Eden Sinclair! I can't believe I'm getting paid for this."
"Whoa, sweetcakes," Edge growled. "Remember the job you're being paid to do. Am I going to have to put you on a leash for the night? If we're having to watch out for you, our attention will be split between you and Eden, and that's not what we're being paid to do."
Skylar put her nose in the air and sniffed, sending him a glare. "Party p.o.o.per. Can't a girl have some fun?"
Eden threaded her arm through Skylar's and herded her toward the designer dress section, where the saleslady was already hanging up several selections for Skylar to try on.
"We girls will have fun," Eden said emphatically. "We'll just stick together and have fun. If we're in the same spot, then their attention will never be divided, right?"
Skylar sent her an admiring look. "I like the way you think. It's diabolical and pure genius. I love that you have an evil streak."
Eden grinned. "They need to be kept on their toes anyway, right? Since all this is to them is a glorified babysitting job."
Eden caught the wince on Joe's face as they caught up to her and Skylar and the color that rose into his cheeks and also the scowl that lit up Swanny's face as they both realized she'd obviously overheard Joe's a.s.sessment of their current "mission."
She and Skylar both bit into their lips to keep from reacting. Skylar's eyes sparkled with amus.e.m.e.nt and her expression was one of antic.i.p.ation as well as a mischievous streak that for some reason her teammates weren't quite aware of. Or didn't seem to be, anyway. Eden wasn't familiar enough with the team dynamics to know what exactly they thought or knew about Skylar.
Figures, though, that they likely didn't know. Men were thick. They probably saw her as one of the guys. Safer that way. But Eden knew to her bones that Skylar wasn't just a kick-a.s.s operative for a bada.s.s organization. She'd seen enough of her to know she enjoyed pus.h.i.+ng the right b.u.t.tons and yanking the chains of all her teammates without them even likely knowing they were being had.
That kind of wit was a trait Eden thoroughly enjoyed in other people but especially in Skylar, because it suited her to a T. If anything, she likely kept her guy teammates on their toes, which amused Eden all the more.
For a moment, Eden had a wistful thought of what it would be like if she and Skylar could be friends. Real friends. Without the job issue at stake. If she had anything to do with it, she planned to keep up with Skylar once the danger was over and KGI was off to its next mission. Her thoughts drifted to Swanny, her mood instantly diminis.h.i.+ng. She slammed the door quickly on that train of thought. It did her no good to become upset over what was to come when she had beautiful days ahead of her. No matter how short the time span was. She fully intended to savor every moment she had with Swanny and suffer no regrets whatsoever when it came time to say good-bye. Well, except the regret of saying good-bye.
"How long will this take anyway?" Joe queried, glancing at his watch. "We're down to an hour twenty until lunch break is over, and I'm starving."
Eden stifled her laughter over the almost whiny tone reflected in Joe's question. As she'd guessed, the shopping trip had been a form of torture for them, but on the other hand, seeing four exceedingly handsome men decked out in fine evening wear? She might have to carry around a handkerchief all night to wipe the drool from her mouth.
She'd be the envy of every woman there, having the undivided attention of the KGI team. No one had to know they were her security team, after all. And then she almost laughed. Talk about fodder for the tabloids. She could see the headline now.
Supermodel Eden Sinclair on a night out with her male harem.
Hey, a girl could dream, right?
That was one tabloid she might actually read and frame any of the good photos that came of the flurry of picture taking.
"There's a cafe between here and the studio. They serve awesome croissants and to-die-for coffee," Eden offered. "We should have plenty of time to grab something. I'm going to wait for dinner and divine room service, but you guys can get what you like."
"Croissants?" Edge asked, his nose wrinkling skeptically. "Do they have anything a bit more substantial?"
She could see the same question in the other male members of the team and chuckled.
"Of course. You can get all sorts of baked goods. Sandwiches on fresh bread. A croissant with pretty much whatever you want on it. It really is good food. They have a pretty substantial menu, but you may want to send at least one of you ahead to order, because since it's lunchtime, and it's a favorite with the locals, it's likely going to be busy."
Swanny frowned at that, and Eden could see the battle he waged over leaving her even one man down from her protection squad, as she'd grown to think of them. Or rather protection army.
She felt like some kind of pampered, privileged, important member of royalty. Far more important than what she was in actuality. But she wouldn't lie, even to herself, and say she wasn't enjoying the extra attention and the fact that they were all so attentive-and determined to keep her safe at all costs.
"I think it's safe to say that I'll make it back with only four of you," Eden said dryly. "Joe could go place the order, since he and Skylar both were taking lead. That still gives you a tight perimeter around me. I doubt any of you want to starve because Skylar and I are dress shopping."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Edge said hopefully. His stomach rumbled, obviously voicing its agreement.
Joe looked chagrined that he'd somehow drawn the short straw on being the pack mule for the food.
"h.e.l.l, I don't even speak the language," Joe muttered.
"It's not that hard to point at what you want and hold up the number of fingers to indicate quant.i.ty," Eden said in amus.e.m.e.nt. "Besides, the citizens of non-English-speaking European countries speak better English than we do. I've never had a problem here."
"Okay, fine, I'll go," Joe grumbled. "But no b.i.t.c.hing if you don't like what I pick out."
"Just none of that froufrou s.h.i.+t," Nathan said. "Try to make it edible, at least. At this point, I think I'd eat just about anything anyway."
"Is there a place you can just get a burger and fries?" Edge asked hopefully. "Or a good steak?"
"Save it for dinner tonight. I don't know if you've had the room service steak, but it's pretty darn good," Eden replied. "We shouldn't go overly long today. We got ahead by putting in a full day's work yesterday. That's the way this director works. He pushes hard the first day. Tests the waters, so to speak, so he can plan the rest of the filming time accordingly. Since everything went off without a hitch yesterday, he'll relax from here on out. Unless we hit a snag, and well, if that happens, all bets are off and we'll be in the studio until the wee hours of the morning if necessary."
Joe issued a short wave and all but ran from the clothing boutique as if the hounds of h.e.l.l were on his heels. Eden and Skylar both giggled, which instantly gained them suspicious looks from the three remaining men.
Swanny turned to Eden as she held up the first dress for Skylar to try on. As soon as Skylar disappeared into the dressing room, Swanny got out what was obviously causing him irritation.
"So you've worked with this a.s.shole in the past and willingly agreed to work with the d.i.c.k again? I don't get it. Are you some kind of m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t? He's lucky I didn't beat his a.s.s for talking to you the way he did yesterday."
Eden's features softened and she beckoned Swanny to sit on the small two-seat sofa in the waiting area of the dressing room.
"It's not always a cliche to say that directors are a moody, demanding and cranky breed of people. Most all of the ones I've worked with are perfectionists. a.n.a.l doesn't even begin to cover it. But it's what makes them so good at what they do. They have a talent for bringing out the best in their subjects. Of catching just the right look, setting the right tone, capturing the essence of what the advertiser wants. Lonnie can be difficult, yes. No doubt there. But you can be a.s.sured that when he calls it a wrap, it will be nothing short of perfect, which is what Aria wants, what Lonnie wants and what I want as well. A lot is riding on the success of this campaign. Not only for Aria and Lonnie and his reputation as a director-one of the best-but for me as well because I'm the spokesperson, the chosen face for Aria's new line of products. So it's a very symbiotic relations.h.i.+p between us all and we all want the same thing."
"So you're saying I'm overreacting and don't have an understanding of the business you're in," Swanny said, looking slightly chastened.
Eden smiled at him. "What I think is that it's very sweet of you to want to protect me from physical or emotional hurts. And in the beginning of my career, I admit I was young and not nearly as thick-skinned as I am now, and I didn't take criticism well. It hurt my feelings and I was often in tears because I felt like I was a failure. It was actually Lonnie, ironically enough, who sat me down and told me quite bluntly that I couldn't let what happens on the set affect me so deeply. That I wasn't a special snowflake and that all his models received the same treatment, the same demand for perfection he was asking from me, and if he didn't think I could deliver, he would have never signed on to do shoots with me.
"He acknowledged all the things you and I have just said about him. He was very direct about it. He told me he was a d.i.c.k to work for and at times could seem unreasonable but only because he knew that his models, the few he exclusively dealt with, had the talent and the guts to make it in this business. But if I was going to let him make me cry every time he grew impatient or demanded more than what I was giving him, I needed to consider pursuing another career.
"But at the same time, he said he hoped I'd stick it out because he swore he'd never been wrong about a subject and he claimed to have known from the first time he looked over my portfolio and we worked that first gig together that I was going to be a star and he'd hate for me to allow my feelings to take that opportunity away."
"He doesn't sound like a complete a.s.shole," Swanny said grudgingly.
Eden swallowed back her laughter. Swanny looked as though he'd swallowed nails having to make that particular admission.
"So I take it his talk with you worked, then?" Swanny said after a moment. "Because it's obvious you've definitely reached the top of your field and you're working with him on this shoot."
"Yes, it did actually," Eden said quietly, remembering those hard first few months when her confidence faltered and she felt as though she'd gotten in way over her head. "It was more his profession of faith in me, and my knowing he wasn't a touchy-feely kind of guy, and I was grateful for it. Because I was very close to walking away from it all. I was miserable and struggled with all the demands being placed on me. But once Lonnie spoke to me and laid it out so bluntly, I felt like a burden had been lifted and it suddenly didn't seem quite so impossible that I could really do this."
"I'm glad," Swanny said in a husky voice. "If you hadn't stuck it out I would have never met you. Never gotten the chance to have you in my arms."
Eden flushed just as Skylar came out of the door of the dressing room. The doors were thick and heavy but still, she hoped Skylar hadn't heard at least the tail end of their conversation.
Skylar did a little twirl as Edge and Nathan stuck their head into the small waiting area outside the dressing rooms.
"Suh-weet, Sky!" Nathan exclaimed. "Definitely your color."
Swanny looked at his team leader as if he'd grown two heads. "Since when have you gotten so in touch with what colors complement a woman's appearance?" It wasn't that he disagreed. Skylar did look dynamite, but then in his opinion she was just as beautiful in camo paint and fatigues.
"Since I got married and have gone through a myriad of questions from Shea about which color s.h.i.+rt looks best on her," Nathan said dryly.
"You look d.a.m.n good," Edge said gruffly. "I think it's perfect."
"I feel like Cinderella," Skylar said, executing another twirl. "All s.h.i.+mmery and sparkly. This is to die for. All it lacks is a kick-a.s.s pair of heels!"
Magically, or perhaps since the saleslady had all but glued herself to their a.s.ses the minute they walked into the door, she hurried in carrying a delicate pair of strappy sandals with an iridescent s.h.i.+mmer that were beaded and blingy at the toes and around the heel of the foot.
It gave the dress that much more pizzazz. Eden smiled as Skylar eagerly donned the shoes and then stood to her full height, which had grown by the two inches the heels sported.
"What do you think, Eden? I swear I don't even want to try on the others now. I think this is the dress."
"I agree," Eden replied, thrilled with Skylar's response over one of the dresses Eden had picked out herself.
The saleslady looked a little morose since one, it wasn't one of the dresses she had selected, and two, it wasn't nearly as expensive as those. But she recovered quickly, likely calculating the amount of money the four suits were bringing in, and chimed in with her own approval of the dress.
"Is that all, then?" the lady asked.
"Yes, we're finished, and thank you," Eden said warmly.
"Thank f.u.c.k," Edge muttered under his breath. Skylar rolled her eyes and shook her head in Eden's direction.
"Maybe I should try on those other dresses," Skylar said thoughtfully.
Eden almost laughed out loud. It was so obvious she was tormenting her teammates and enjoying every s.a.d.i.s.tic moment.
Her statement was immediately met with a chorus of denials, compliments and even begging. That one made Eden laugh the most. Three grown-a.s.s men brought to their knees by an hour of shopping and being poked and prodded.
"The dress is perfect," Edge said, crossing his arms over his broad shoulders as he stared Skylar down. "Quit f.u.c.king with us. You forget. I know you far better than the others do and you're enjoying the h.e.l.l out of torturing us."
"Well, there is that," Skylar said, not in the least abashed by Edge busting her.
The saleslady wore a confused look that suggested no matter how flawless her English was, she had no understanding of what was taking place. "Shall I have them wrapped and delivered to your hotel?"
"Yes, that will be perfect," Eden said graciously. "It will give us time to eat before we get back to the set."
"No, I'll come by and pick them up later," Swanny interjected before Eden could give out the name of the hotel.
Eden flushed. She'd never get the hang of all this covert nonsense. She knew they only had her best interests at heart, but she wasn't used to having to be this paranoid. Micah and David had always been cautious too. She was taking nothing away from them. But it was evident KGI was more highly trained and certainly more accustomed to matters of danger, threat and personal security.
"May I have the time you'll arrive so I can have them ready?" the saleslady asked, the hint of French in her impeccable English pleasant to Eden's ears.
Swanny checked his watch. "What exactly has to be done to them? Aren't they fine the way they are?"
The saleslady sniffed and put her nose in the air as she stared at Swanny through narrowed eyes, obviously insulted by his insinuation that her clothing wasn't of the finest quality and that they had to "fix" issues.
"Certainly they are, monsieur. I just thought perhaps you had more shopping to do and it would be inconvenient for you to have to carry them around. It was a courtesy, nothing more, something I offer all my customers. Courier service to the location of their choice."
Swanny frowned a moment, as if reconsidering his earlier decision. Then he glanced Eden's way. "Give her the address of the studio. Have them leave them with the receptionist out front. That way we can grab them when we're done for the day. That is, if you can have them delivered that quickly?" he asked, directing his last statement to the saleslady.
"Of course," the woman responded.
"Then we'll do that," Swanny said, reversing his earlier dictate.
Dutifully Eden supplied the address and then gave the woman her credit card, which immediately made Swanny scowl.
"No f.u.c.king way you're paying for all this s.h.i.+t. h.e.l.l, you didn't even buy anything for yourself. I'll pay for it and collect from the others later."
KGI: When Day Breaks Part 16
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