Текст книги "Be My December"
Автор книги: Rachel Brookes
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Josh’s presence taunted me as we stood side by side in the foyer. Our receptionist’s eyes widened as she watched us nervously. A Crawford showdown was only moments away, and she had been front row for many in the past. I loved my brother to death, but seriously he annoyed the fuck out of me on occasion. Brutal silence fell around us as unspoken words fired between us. This wasn’t how it was meant to happen. Josh wasn’t meant to meet with Eden, I was. I was the one who was meant to schmooze her, not my pussy obsessed brother.
“What the fuck was that?” Josh bitter words finally broke the silence.
My head swung wildly toward the door, hoping to Christ that Eden had left and wasn’t witness to this. Thankfully my eyes found an empty space, and she was nowhere to be found. I turned back toward Josh to find him eagerly awaiting my response.
“It’s none of your concern.” I sighed deeply in frustration.
“This is going to blow up in your fucking face.” Frustration fell from his words. He took off toward the elevator. I shot the receptionist a warm smile and followed closely behind my fuming brother.
“Just let me do this Josh, I know what I am doing,” I demanded, as we stepped into the elevator and made our way to the fifteenth floor. The space around us filled with heated testosterone and frustration.
The moment the elevator door opened, I stepped out. Curious eyes took me in as I stormed through the open-plan office toward my corner office that looked over the city.
“You need to apologize to her for the way you acted.”
Josh stormed through my office door slamming it loudly behind him. He could be such a bitch at times. I stalked toward him.
“I know.” I sighed. “I was just shocked to see her. Why was she here anyway? She was on my calendar for three thirty.”
“I just got the message on my phone that I had a meeting at three pm today and then I was called down saying Eden Rivers was here for a meeting with me. I am guessing our appointments got mixed up. It’s not a big deal.” Josh strode across the room and opened the hidden liquor cabinet beside my private bathroom. Fishing out a bottle of vodka and two glasses he poured the clear liquid. “I told her the gist of things, but you will have to inform her of the details. I can only wing so much.”
I took a glass from Josh and crossed my office toward the window and looked out over New York City. I loved the enormity of this city. I had disappeared into the nooks and corners when I needed to escape many a time.
The crackle of my desk intercom crushed the silence. “Ky, Miss Rivers would like to speak with you if you have a moment.”
I looked at Josh who shrugged his shoulders in confusion. I thought she had left. “Sure Lauren, send her in.”
Soon enough, a soft knock penetrated the air before the door crept open. She didn’t wait to be invited in. Very interesting. Eden’s head poked around the door and her eyes connected with mine.
“Come in Miss Rivers,” I instructed. Hesitation greeted her steps and she walked in and stood beside my desk. Josh coughed and Eden’s head flew toward the bar where Josh looked on amusingly.
“Vodka?” Josh asked raising his glass in suggestion. I stared at her like a blood hound. I didn’t hide the fact that my needy eyes were basking in her body, standing before me wrapped tightly in a snug grey skirt which made her curves pop. Her body was perfection; feminine, voluptuous, and enticing. Fuck, I found her gorgeous in jeans and that red jacket but seeing her dressed like this, in business attire, caused my balls to tighten and my mind to flash images of her wearing those red heels and only those red heels. Her body oozed sexuality, but it was like she was desperate to keep it locked away.
“No thank you,” she answered and then swung back to face me. An exasperated look swept over her face as she took me in. Eden Rivers was strikingly beautiful; her features complimented each other so perfectly, like rain at the end of a steaming hot day. Her sea blue eyes came to life as I stared at her and she held my gaze. Seconds passed but it felt like hours that I was locked in the tranquility of her eyes. Her bottom lip, sheening with a thin layer of pink gloss, was tugged between her teeth, and she finally broke our trance.
“I wanted to apologize for rushing out on Josh,” she said softly and shot Josh a sweet smile before turning back to me and the sweet smile disappeared. “And I wanted to ask if you actually want me for this job? Your reaction to seeing me makes me believe you don’t.”
“Am I speaking with Eden or Kellie?” I asked and stepped toward her.
My blood boiled with lust. Her aggression and the look of complete frustration she thrust toward me shot my body to life. The air in my office was thick, it swirled with an uncontrollable need that only she could bring on. I was losing all sense of reality because she was wearing a tight skirt, heels, and an attitude.
The sound of Josh’s soft laughter grabbed my attention. Reluctantly I pulled my eyes from Eden and shot daggers at him. I was fumbling and losing my shit because of this woman, and Josh loved it.
“I might leave you to it.” Josh walked through my office and stood before Eden. He drunk her in and it pissed me off to no end. “It was great seeing you again Eden. You have my number if you ever need me. Call me day or night.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. Cocky bastard.
Josh walked out chuckling as he shut the door behind him. I was alone in my office with Eden. I took a minute to stare at her. She stood by the floor to ceiling window looking out over the city, her shoulders slightly slumped, and the sounds of her deep sighs penetrating the air. I took a moment to get my thoughts into check. My professionalism had flown out the window, and I needed to get a strong hold on it.
Eden turned slowly and faced me. She looked petrified but with the signs that she was trying desperately to look confident. Just cut to the chase Ky. I took a seat at my desk and motioned to the vacant chair opposite. Without saying a word to me, Eden moved gracefully through my office and sat quietly in the chair I’d offered.
“Why didn’t you tell me your name?” she questioned.
“You didn’t ask Eden. Although, I specifically asked what your name was and yet you still blatantly lied to my face.”
“I’m sorry. It was a shitty thing to do but for one night I just wanted to be someone else.”
“I only want to talk to Eden,” I stated harshly. Her eyes widened, and I immediately regretted my tone. “All I want is Eden Rivers.” Fuck! “All we want is Eden Rivers,” I corrected myself quickly.
“Why? I don’t understand. You don’t even know me yet you are offering the world.”
“I’m definitely not offering you the world.”
She stood from her chair and walked back toward the window. Her hand pressed so delicately against the glass, and I watched as her shoulders rose as she took a deep breath. I took three steps and stood directly behind her. My senses were overcome by her sweet scent. I was standing too close but I couldn’t move away.
“If you are willing to still work with us then I’d be very happy to have you on board. What do you say Miss Rivers?”
“Yes,” she whispered without hesitating, her words coming out in a husky breath. She turned slowly and there was barely a few inches between us. My gaze grew deep as I stared at this woman standing before me. There was no consideration in her answer, no breath taken, no deliberation flashing within her blue eyes. Tori’s words instantly came back to me. She couldn’t say no. “I should go. I have to get back to the island.” She spoke more confidently, taking a step away from me. An action I didn’t miss.
“I will take you,” I blurted out, now I was the one spewing out things without consideration. “I’m about to leave for the day.”
I stalked toward my desk without awaiting her answer, packing up my laptop and pulling my keys from the desk drawer while she waited in silence. I knew her eyes were on me. What the hell was I doing? It was four thirty on a Thursday afternoon. I should be staying at work for at least another eight hours. I didn’t give her a chance to answer, I pulled my jacket off the back of my chair and pulled my arms in, finally looking at her. She stared at me wide eyed and in confusion.
“Ready?” I stood before her. “We should get to know each other considering we will be working together.”
I walked out of my office without another word. My breath held until she fell in step beside me. I didn’t think she would follow me. I was expecting her to laugh in my face, tell me to fuck off, and pull out of our show completely. She shocked me yet confirmed my worst fears. Yes. In silence we walked toward the elevator and made our way to the ground floor. It wasn’t unusual to find Josh blatantly flirting with the new receptionist, to be honest I was shocked that he hadn’t already got to her. The look of shock on his face was almost too much to take in. Seeing me packed up for the day so early was confusing for anyone.
“You’re leaving?” he gasped, his eyes wide.
I coughed to hide the laugh that filtered out. “Yep, I’m going home.”
“Are you sick?” His voice rose high in question.
“No Josh, I am just leaving for the day.”
“But you– Okay, I’ll stop by later.”
My eyes were determined to lock onto the man sitting beside me. He had been a complete gentleman by opening the passenger door for me and making sure I buckled myself in before he walked around the front of the car with confidence exuding from each step. His body folded so perfectly against the leather of the seats, his hands gripped tightly to the steering wheel, and his strong jaw was locked tight. My eyes roamed vicariously over him, and I had no control to stop it. Seeing him dressed in tailored dress pants and a crisp white shirt was causing my heart to race frantically.
“Where to?” he questioned, as he pulled out of the underground park and into the steady stream of traffic.
“I am staying at Hotel De Luca.”
“You are staying at a hotel? I thought your family lived on the island?”
I shot him a curious look. How in the hell did he know about my family? I knew for a fact that I didn’t divulge that kind of information the other night. The faintest of smirks graced his lips as he took in my reaction, reading me like an open book.
“Facebook Eden. You can find out everything on Facebook.”
“Well it seems that I need to change my privacy settings.” I chuckled and folded my arms over my chest. He made me chuckle… What the hell was that about?
“But if you did that, how could I possibly have found out that you live in San Fran, you and Tori have a tendency to take a hell of a lot of selfies in the bathroom, and you eat a shitload of pizza.”
My mouth dropped open. He had definitely done his research. “Well aren’t you just a modern day Sherlock Holmes.”
His deep laughter shot through me, relaxing every inch of my rigid body. I hadn’t realized how tense I was. I unclasped my arms from my chest and let my hands fall to my lap as I tried to calm down. Being in a car with a man should have sent me into a wild panic, I should have been overcome with fear, but I wasn’t. Nerves swept through me. It was as confusing as fuck.
He shot me a quick look; the conversation was over and the hustle and bustle of New York City traffic was soon behind us. I gripped hold of the door handle and let my head fall against the window as I took in the fading sun. The city was so beautiful this time of year. The colors, the change in scenery, the falling light so early in the afternoon made it look like true perfection, and it was one of the only things I missed about living in this city.
“Just to let you know I am only here until January fifth and then I’ll be flying back to sunny California to continue taking selfies with Tori and eating at Sammy’s Pizzeria.”
“So that means you’ll be my December.” He whispered so delicately that it hit me with full force.
We stopped at a red light, and I shifted in my seat to look at him. What did he mean by that? Be my December? His eyes glistened with purpose and his face remained completely unreadable. The dimple in his right cheek came to life as the slightest of smile took over his lips. I opened my mouth to question what he meant, but the shrill ringing of a cell phone seeped through the speakers and after a couple of clicks the sound of Josh’s deep voice filled the space of the car, instantly taking me away from Ky’s absurd statement. Ky shot me a look as Josh started rambling about a problem back at the office. The vibrations of the car hitting the road below swept calm to fleet through my tense body. My eyes fluttered closed under the rumblings, and I felt my body fall into comfortably bliss.
“So are you taking out the lovely Miss Rivers on a date? Are you going to use some of that Ky Crawford charm? Fuck it’s been a long time coming.”
My eyes shot open and my head fell to the side just in time to watch Ky’s shoulders tense and his knuckles turn brutal white as he gripped the steering wheel. The question obviously hit a raw nerve. The atmosphere in the car sped out of control. The air thickened and I couldn’t draw my eyes away from him. I was anticipating his response so desperately. Why? I had absolutely no fucking clue.
“You are on loud speaker, and Eden is in the car.”
“Hi Eden, I hope my dear brother is driving safely. So what are you two cool kids doing this afternoon? It’s not often that my dear brother leaves the office when the sun is still up. Fuck Eden, you are good for him.”
My mind expanded drastically trying to take in all of Josh Crawford’s words. Wasn’t this simply a ride back to the island? My hands fumbled in my lap and I shifted in my seat so my body was completely facing Ky. He still refused to look at me and the more his reluctance shone through the more my confidence roared to life.
“Well he is ignoring me at the moment Josh. This afternoon I am going back to my hotel and then I am catching up with Ashlyn at her apartment.”
“So I’ll be seeing you then?”
“If your name is Ashlyn then I guess you will.”
I shunted against the leather seat as the car screeched to a brutal stop. I looked up and focused on Ky’s unreadable face as he glared at me. What the fuck had I done to deserve that look? For once I didn’t feel fear being this close to a man. I didn’t feel the need to run screaming to the confines of my bed. I didn’t feel anything.
“Josh I will call you when I’m home,” Ky stated with little emotion.
With a loud click, the call ended without allowing Josh to have another word. Ky’s gaze never faltered, and it was only then that I realized we were no longer in traffic. Ky’s large frame leaned over from the driver’s seat toward me, and his eyes, which I was quickly learning had the ability to change right before me, continued to penetrate so deep in my soul that it was almost like he was completely devouring all of my innermost thoughts. His intrigued gaze, an endless pit of emotion, danced over every inch of my face; my blue eyes, my button nose, the freckle that sat in the middle of my cheek, and finally my gloss colored lips. I didn’t know what I’d do if he got any closer. I felt the buzz of an injection of panic flood through my veins. I didn’t like being this vulnerable. The feelings of being trapped like a caged animal warped my mind and my eyes slammed shut and my body completely froze.
“Eden,” Ky’s soft voice filled my ears, and I finally opened my eyes to find him looking at me completely in shock. “I was just going to get you a card with my number out of the glove box.”
It was an innocent move on his part yet I took it like a threat. What did I honestly think he was going to do? I unclasped the seat belt and opened the door and stilled. I turned back to look at him only to find his eyes still focused solely on me. I grabbed the business card he held out toward me and gave him the briefest of smiles.
“Thanks for the lift. I’ll see you when you need me.”
••••
TWO DAYS LATER
“You were made to be fucked. I’ve been watching you for a long time and I’ve wanted to have a taste of this pussy and now here we are. Get yourself on that bed and open up wide because my tongue wants your sweet juices.”
I woke up with a jolt, the sheets below me drenched in my sweat. My body shook in terror, my breathing was rushed and panicked. I repeated over and over again that it was just a dream but still I turned on my light and jumped out of bed. I thought the nightmares had ended but this one had been so real. I swear I could smell him on my body, latching onto my skin and claiming ownership once again. I tore my pajamas off in the middle of my room, ripping the fabric that seemed to strangle me, allowing his scent to penetrate me. I needed this off me. I ran to the shower and turned on just the hot water. I needed the feeling of burning, to feel like I was being completely destroyed by heat and steam that would get the feeling of him off my body. I scrubbed my body raw, using a whole bottle of my favorite body wash in the process and concentrating on the area between my legs. I needed him gone. My mind couldn’t comprehend that it had been four years ago, that the dream wasn’t real. My body slid down the tiled wall until I sat on the floor and I pulled my knees to my chest—this was so unbelievably real and here I was, alone.
I sat under the heavy stream of water until it turned ice cold and caused a shiver to run down my spine. Time was lost to me. I climbed out of the shower and wrapped my body with a towel and took a chance and looked in the mirror. The girl looking back at me looked scared, like she was beginning to withdraw from the world. I hated being on my own for so long. I always had Tori just a room away but here I was in a hotel room, in the town I feared the most, and I didn’t have anything to grasp on to.
My cell phone pinged on the side table beside my bed, causing me to look away from the girl I was becoming. It was almost midnight and though I went to bed relatively early so I would be fresh for my first meeting in the morning, I knew that sleep would now evade me. I looked at the bed and I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping there. The sheets were drenched, and I couldn’t think of anything worse than being back in that bed. I grabbed my phone and moved toward the sitting chair that was near the glass door that led out to the balcony. I guess that was going to be my refuge for the night.
A shocked smile filtered over my lips as I looked at the screen and saw Ky’s name. It had been two days since I fled from his car and this was the first time I had heard from him.
Ky: You ready for tomorrow?
Eden: I’m nervous so I can’t really sleep.
Well technically that wasn’t a lie.
Ky: Would I have hired you if I didn’t think you were the best?
Eden: Let’s just see what you think after the meeting.
Ky: I’ll take that as a challenge.
Eden: Who will be there tomorrow?
Ky: What? Am I not good enough?
Oh god!
Eden: I didn’t mean that. That’s fine. I’m sorry.
Ky: I was kidding Eden. Tomorrow you’ll be meeting with me and Simon Davenport who now runs the LA office of Anderson Publications.
Eden: Crap
I placed my phone on my lap. I was wide awake, and I knew sleep would continue to elude me. It confused me how a simple couple of texts from Ky had provided me with the sense of calm and peace I needed.
I looked out of the window at the midnight sky and wondered when the nightmares and constant panic would all end. I wanted to forget what happened, but I knew it would be with me always. Somehow I had to find a way to stop the horrible memories from ruling my life.
Being back here definitely wouldn’t help.
I had six weeks that I needed to survive and then I was gone.
Forever.
I roamed through my apartment before sunrise. Today was meeting day. Simon Davenport was flying over from Los Angeles to discuss the editorial that Eden would be shooting. The band was expected to be arriving in two weeks. I stumbled to the kitchen in my sleepy state and turned on my coffeemaker, desperate for some strong caffeine to run through my veins and bring me to life. My night hadn’t panned out as expected, and I sure as hell hadn’t expected to texting Eden at midnight; I felt like a fucking teenager.
She was getting to me at a fast fucking rate, and it was bringing me close to insanity. I had spent the past two days thinking about her reaction in the car. It had shocked me, confused me, and worried me. The most shocking part was that the need to protect her that I felt at Delights had come back at a rapid rate. When I saw her freeze in the car I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her until the fear that was evident on her face had disbanded.
I walked back to my room as the coffee simmered away and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Immediately I scrolled through until I got to my messages. I reread the last message I had received from her.
Eden: Crap.
I hadn’t replied. The message had arrived just after I had finally passed out. The clock on my nightstand showed that it was five thirty in the morning when I finally tapped in a quick text which I knew she’d get when she woke.
Ky: Sorry I passed out. You have no need to be nervous. You will be fine.
I locked my phone and made my way back through my apartment and poured myself a mug of coffee. The chime of an incoming message shocked me. Who the hell was awake at this time?
Eden: Thanks :)
What the hell was she doing awake?
Ky: Why are you awake so early? I thought I was the only crazy one awake at this hour.
Eden: I haven’t slept. I couldn’t shut off my head.
I read her message over again and sighed loudly. For most of the night I also had the same problem, but it was for completely different reasons. I tapped the counter as I tried to think of what I could possibly say to her message. A minute passed, then five, and then fuck it!
Ky: I’ll buy you a Red Bull and bring it to the office.
Nice one Ky, that was a fucking great comeback. I groaned and mentally punched myself in the gut and busied myself by cooking breakfast.
••••
“Eden has arrived.”
Lauren’s head poked around my office door, and she smiled knowingly at me as she announced Eden’s arrival. I nodded and looked back at my laptop and looked at the time.
She was early.
The sound of her voice resonating as she was thanking Lauren grabbed my attention. I sucked in a deep breath as the sound ceased. She was at my door. Why the fuck was I nervous? The door slowly opened and Eden’s head poked around the door. Once again, she didn’t bother knocking. I liked that.
“Am I okay to come in?” she asked softly. I simply nodded.
I watched as Eden took a timid step through my office door. I seized the moment to drown in the sight of her. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her curves so tightly yet so perfectly, showing just enough cleavage to make me focus for a second too long. My eyes skimmed down her body and landed on her heels. Purple, high, and sinfully sexy.
Fuck me.
Her cheeks flushed under the intensity of my dark gaze and my ego soared. I got this reaction out of her, by simply looking at her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked softly, her eyes dropping for a moment to the floor below. “Is something wrong with what I’m wearing?”
She could not be serious. “You have absolutely no clue, do you?”
“About?” The blueness of her eyes captivated me into realization. She was serious. She really did have no clue.
“What you…”
The soft knock on the door put a halt to our conversation. It was probably for the best, it stopped me from spilling my thoughts out all over the place. Eden shifted on her heel and turned toward the window and gazed out into the city. I slammed my eyes shut and sucked in two deep breaths, praying that calm would take over my highly unpredictable body and mind.
“Come in.”
Lauren pushed open my office door slowly and the moment she stepped in her eyes shifted between me and Eden in what I could only describe as expectation. What did she really expect to be happening? She coughed quietly to gain Eden’s attention, who then turned around sharply.
“Simon Davenport has arrived.” Her cheeks instantly flushed. “He also has someone else with him.” Lauren turned her attention to Eden, and I did not miss the sparkle in her eye or the small smirk that flittered over her lips. I swear they started communicating without saying a work to each other. I looked between both of them as they did some weird girl only code. I was confused as fuck.
“Thanks Lauren. Send him in.”
Lauren slipped through the door leaving Eden and me alone. I began tidying up my desk, and I couldn’t help but notice Eden fiddling with her hands as she stood awkwardly in the middle of my office, her eyes downcast to the marble floor below. I crossed the room until I was standing just before her. Her blue eyes rose and looked at me so innocently, so nervous, so intrigued. Grabbing her hands in mine, I felt her stiffen slightly yet she didn’t pull away. If anything, I swore she moved closer to me.
“You need to calm down. You are brilliant at what you do. Would I have hired you otherwise?” The smallest of smiles swam over her lips and her hands squeezed mine ever so slightly. I’d take it. “You are going to blitz this meeting, okay?”
She nodded.
I led her toward the vacant seat on the opposite side of my desk. She dropped my hand and took a seat, crossing her legs at the knees. Yep, the edge of her dress rose in the process. I reluctantly and painstakingly tore my eyes away from her upper thigh and looked toward the door as it crept open.
Simon Davenport stepped through the door with a presence that deserved respect. He was a crazy Australian who didn’t take shit from anyone. He was famous for being brutal in the boardroom, and he scared the fuck out of me at the best of times, but he was also someone who I definitely enjoyed working alongside. He was a man of few words but recently every correspondence we had involved him telling me about his grandson Max, Savannah, the beautiful Australian girl with a mouthful of sass that was as close to his daughter as anyone and his son-in-law Tate who owned the Red Velvet bars.
Simon greeted me with a firm handshake and a pat on the back. Standing beside him was a guy who looked similar to my age and instantly I recognized him as the front man of the band that was being featured on the upcoming issue.
“You must be Eden Rivers,” Simon’s accent was still thick even after living in the states for a few years.
Eden rose from her seat and moved until she was standing beside me. She was exuding confidence, and I fucking loved it. The smile on her face, the way her shoulders were back, and the glint in her eye showed me that she knew exactly what she was doing. This was the Eden Rivers I wanted to see.
“What the fuck?” The tattooed man questioned in astonishment and the next thing I knew Eden was in his arms and there was absolutely no fear on her face. She was ecstatic. “Baby doll what are you doing here?” He continued.
Baby doll.
He cupped her face and dropped his lips to her forehead, immediately the sweetest of smiles appeared on her face. I was lost. Completely and utterly lost.
“I’m assuming you two know each other.”
My statement came out harsher than I intended and suddenly I was under scrutiny of everyone in the room. Simon shot me a smirk while the guy who still had his arms around Eden finally took a step back and his eyes darted between Eden and me suspiciously.
“Blake and I are friends from back home,” Eden said with a huge smile on her face.
“Ky, this is Blake Ryan, front man from The Fallen. They will be the feature band for the shoot. He is also an annoying pain in my ass on most days.” Simon introduced and Blake held out his hand which I shook firmly.
“Well this just made being here so much more worthwhile!” The excitement tainting Eden’s voice wasn’t missed.
Well that was a kick to the guts, and I couldn’t ignore the twist to the heart and punch to my ego. I couldn’t let it show though. I was simply the guy who was paying Eden for a job whereas the guy who she was smiling at was someone who she seemed very friendly with.
I shook off the feeling of defeat and went back into Ky Crawford mode—the Ky Crawford who worked obscene hours, who didn’t let women get to him, and who sure as hell didn’t let jealously tinge his thoughts.
“Okay, enough of the catching up. Can we all take a seat and sort through the details.”
Eden stepped away from Blake and returned to the seat opposite me. I needed to get my emotions in check and it was time to get this meeting underway. I finally raised my eyes from my laptop and fell into her blue eyes. She looked back at me with apprehension and I could see the nerves started to reappear. I reached over the desk and covered her hand with mine, giving her a quick squeeze of encouragement. Her lips twisted into the perfect smile and before me I saw her switch on confident Eden Rivers.
“Eden, if you can start by letting us know what you envisage for the shoot and then what you will require from us in order to carry it out.” I suggested and out of the corner of my eye I saw Simon grinning at me like a complete fool.
Eden amazed me. Hearing her talk about her ideas and her vision for the shoot was incredible. She had ideas for all of the shoots she would be doing, she informed us of what her requirements would be, the time frame she would need and she gave us examples of different techniques and styling she wanted to incorporate. She was in her element.
I finally got involved in the meeting and went into business mode. I gave my directions and expectations, and Eden watched closely with the tiniest of smiles playing on her lips. To be honest it was a turn on showing her what I did, how I did it, and what I expected. I was in my element. As the meeting came to an end, Blake’s phone rang and he sprung to his feet and excused himself. It had been decided that the main shoot would occur in two weeks and that Eden would accompany the band to the studio where they were recording their latest album and those shots would also feature.
