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This was one of those times she wished she followed the cartoons as closely as her co-workers. Would the girls at the office freak if they knew she met and flirted with a member of the cast? “The dark-haired guy—who’s he?”
Blue-hair giggled. “Hottest thing ever to hide his face behind a microphone.”
Bodysuit guy nudged his friend playfully. “Right? I’d turn gay for that.”
Molly looked between the two, her confusion growing. She thought she was familiar with the industry. Apparently she had a lot to learn. “How does a voice actor have a famous face?”
Blue-hair seemed to be gaining confidence, as the conversation continued. “He’s at almost every con. Or, like, the important ones. No clue why he’s here.”
They both giggled again.
Molly stepped onto the elevator with them.
“He’s got a reputation,” Bodysuit said.
“I wouldn’t mind being his weekend distraction.” Blue-hair’s gaze was glued to the back of the elevator and the view below.
“I don’t think I’d like the... You know...” Bodysuit trailed off.
Blue-hair shrugged and turned back to him. “If you know he doesn’t actually like you and he’s going to dump you at the end of the weekend anyway, you can ignore him when he insists the two of you are meant to be together forever.”
“I guess.” Bodysuit held the door for Blue-hair as they stepped onto their floor. He turned back to Molly. “You need to get out more. Really.”
Molly stared as the doors closed between them. She’d almost been some celebrity with a cult-following’s one-night stand. It was a good thing she left for work when she did.
Wasn’t it?
Chapter Three
Molly wandered towardher room, keeping to one side as more costumed and non-costumed people rushed here and there. Yup. A real good thing she hadn’t been sucked into the flirting. She pushed into her hotel room and latched the door behind her. It would’ve been horrible to have a fling with an attractive, intelligent man, looking for a way to get off for a night or two.To be pressed under that solid body...
The images danced in her thoughts again, and a tingle grew in her belly and moved lower. She shook her head and stripped off her work clothes. The cool air brushed her hardening nipples. Her thoughts were far more alluring than they should be. And she didn’t mind at all.
The red numbers on the clock glared back with the early evening hour. She hadn’t been the only person in the office that week from out of town—she rarely was—and everyone else left by three, to catch flights. She still had two weeks of her business trip left. If she went back home for the weekend, she’d have a day or two alone in her empty apartment before she had to head out again. Instead, she’d decided to enjoy that time in a city with a rich culture— spend the weekend, see some of Nashville, and maybe hit up a few bars for the local music while she was here.
Except it wasn’t even four, and the bars wouldn’t be worth visiting until at least eight. What was she going to do between now and then?
