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Authors: Zoey Derrick

Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Erotica

Finding Love's Wings (3 page)

"Fair enough. Trinity is here, in her office. She seems a bit out of sorts this morning. No doubt it has to do with one of her clients." Rayne giggles. She knows how worked up Trinity can get. She definitely sees it more than I do.
 

I nod to her. "Can you bring me some coffee, please?"

"Sure thing." And off she goes. I walk past my office to Trinity's. Her door is ajar, but only by inches. I tap lightly and push it open.
 

"Holy shit, Cami, don't scare me like that." She smiles.
 

I giggle. "Then maybe you shouldn't be doing something you're not supposed to do." I watch her face fall and the stress return to her features. "Why are you so tense?" I ask.
 

"I've been up half of the night, trying to track down one of my clients. He took off from a premiere and no one has seen him since he left so abruptly."

Trinity Parish is the Vice President of Public Relations at Bold International, Inc., and the glue that keeps this company functioning. Founded by my father back in the late seventies, Bold International is an agency that offers all manner of services to a wide variety of clients: actors, athletes, artists, authors, and the like.

Compliments of my father, Bobbie, I inherited this gig. When he passed away he left me half of his fortune and all of Bold International, Inc. It’s a job that I don't want – well at least at the time I didn't want it – but that I was required to take. Bobbie had written his will so that I had no choice to take over. If I hadn’t, the company would have been sold off in tiny pieces to the lowest bidders.

Trinity's panic is almost comical. "I'm sorry, I guess I am failing to see the urgency in the situation. Its been what, eighteen hours? Give him a break. He probably ran off with some random woman and is holed up in a hotel somewhere."

Her face visibly relaxes. "I suppose you're probably right."

"I usually am." I give her a cheeky grin and she smiles. Trinity really is pretty, with her blond-, brown-, and red-streaked pageboy haircut. Her eyes are a warm green, her lips are thin, and she’s pleasantly plump yet elegant. She’s not the typical type you see around Hollywood, but she is definitely a powerhouse. She stands about five feet eight and is always in heels, pencil skirts, and silk blouses. She keeps a wardrobe in the office, full of jackets of various colors and lengths. Ready at a moment’s notice.

"Thanks for telling me you were coming." She says sarcastically.
 

I glare at her. "For the record, Ms. Parish, I was already back in L.A. – don't ask – and I figured I would drop in for a surprise inspection."
 

She knows full well that this isn't really the case, but she laughs. "Surprise inspections only work when you're an active CEO."

"Yeah, that I suppose would be about the truth. Then again, look at me. Could you see me coming into the office every day dressed like this?"

She laughs again. "You are the CEO. You can dress however you want. Are you coming to the board meeting?"

I nod, but I'm looking around Trinity's office at all the head shots of her clients, past and present. The south wall of her office is full from baseboard to ceiling with various photos, all arranged around a single, overly large headshot. The last time I was in here there wasn’t a picture in that space. In fact it had never had a picture until now.
 

My mouth drops open and I feel a familiar desire deep in my core. The image is about twenty by twenty and contains a very professional headshot of none other than the gorgeous face of Tristan Michaels.

The next thing I know Trinity's shouting my name. "Cami!"

"Huh?" I slowly peel my eyes away from the image and look at Trinity.
 

"Wow, girl, you got it bad."

I shake my head in a desperate attempt to clear it. "Since when has Tristan Michaels been a Bold client?" I ask.
 

She scowls at me. "Since the very beginning of his career. Bobbie picked him up when he was cast as Dakota in
Love is Burning
." She looks at me, puzzled. "How, as CEO, did you not know this?"

"I'm not CEO," I mutter.
 

"Yes you are, you just fail to realize or embrace that fact. Think about it, Cami. You attend board meetings pretty regularly. Despite whatever brought you back to L.A. yesterday, here you are instead of running off to where ever it is that you were planning on going." I scowl back at her. "Don't give me that look. I know you better than you think. One day soon, you will have to step into your role here, and now is the best time to do it."

I let out a very strained chuckle. "No, Trinity, it's not. You and Vincent have things under control. The board members are not ready to have me take on an active role, and I don't have a clue about running a business."

She laughs. "Cami, as CEO of Bold, you’re a face. Your job description is pretty pale when compared to the things that Vincent or myself do on a daily basis. You sit behind a desk, sign checks, meet with clients, and woo the crowds."

"You make it sound so easy."

"Believe me, it is."

"You saw how dumbstruck I got over a damn picture of Tristan Michaels. For God's sake, how I am I supposed to sit there on the other side of that desk from other celebrities?" I was trying not to get angry. "The title of CEO was bestowed upon me compliments of my father's will and not for hard work and dedication. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to just step in and sit behind that desk when I haven't earned it?"

I watch as her face falls. "I see your point, but it was given to you by your father, who obviously believed in you and your abilities—"

I cut her off. "Do not go there. My father knew nothing of who I am, what I am about, or what it is I want out of my life. He gave me the CEO position as a punishment, and he set me up for failure."

Trinity crosses the room toward me and puts her arm gently around my shoulders. "Do you honestly believe that Vincent, Mick, Rayne, any of the staff, or I would let you fail?"

I’m fighting back the tears. The last twenty-four hours have been so maddening, frustrating, and overwhelming. I shake my head. I need to get out of here.
 

"See,” Trinity says. “Once you fully realize that, you will be fine and you will step into this office as our CEO and you will be magnificent at it. Now come on. We have a meeting to attend."

With that she releases me and stides back to her door. I look back up into the eyes of Tristan Michaels, a god among men.
 

I enter the boardroom to find the entire board already assembled, along with Trinity and Vincent. Vincent is your typical Hollywood looker: suit, tie, jacket, and matching cufflinks. His head is shaved bald. Or maybe it's waxed. Or he is flat-out bald. Whatever the case, it sets off his very stern yet powerful physique. He is handsome in a much-older, too-many-years-in-Hollywood, crinkles-at-the-corners-of-his-eyes kind of way. Vincent is Bold's Agent in Charge. He not only works with a few clients, but he also manages our various agents.
 

I wave to Vin as I walk to my chair at the head of the table. I get a few sideways glances at my shirt, jeans, and sneakers, but before I can protest Trinity speaks up.
 

"Cami came to L.A. late last night for other business. I respectfully requested that she join us for this impromptu meeting, and she obliged."

A few of the board members wipe the shock from their faces and return to their discussions. A few minutes later, our company attorney, Justin Thompson, enters and takes the customary speaker position at the foot of the table, opposite me. He doesn't sit but stands behind the chair. "We have a couple of issues that need to be addressed. First of all, we are in the process of acquiring a new client that will rank alongside Tristan Michaels." My ears perk up just a bit. "However, we are going to have to get involved in a legal battle..."

But I'm no longer paying attention. I am picturing Tristan's face in the headshot in Trinity's office, and the picture quickly morphs into a gorgeous, well-groomed, fit, muscled, beautiful man. The same man that I have fantasized about so many times.
 

In this fantasy, I'm imagining him in a sparkling blue pool. The sun is warm, and Tristan is steamy sexiness radiating all over my now-blurry vision of a drab conference room.

I'm quickly immersed in a vision of Tristan's sexy, toned body strutting around the pool; showing off his physique. It's almost like watching a slow-motion strip tease. My illusion is like a dream, my desire to touch him, to kiss him, grows stronger and more uncontrollable. I feel myself getting worked up, desperate for his touch, a touch that never comes.
 

"Okay, so this concludes this meeting. Does anyone have any questions?" Vincent's voice interrupts my reverie. I'm severely disappointed at being brought back to reality.
 

I stand, feeling a warm, sticky wetness between my legs. My nipples are hard as rocks; I feel them straining against the barbells that run through them. I’m thankful for the overshirt, tank top and bra.

 
I walk past Rayne and into my office. Taking a seat behind my empty desk, I fold my arms on the desk and bury my head. God, what was I thinking. I can't think about stuff like that in a board meeting about a man I've never even met. This is exactly why I know I’m not ready to be CEO.

I hear a knock on my door and mumble, "Come in." I look up in time to see Trinity and Rayne entering my office. "What's up, ladies?"

"I just wanted to make sure you're all right, you seemed extremely distracted in the meeting." Trinity is very sincere. "I wouldn't have come in, except Rayne was standing at your door debating on whether or not she should enter."

I nod. "Thanks, ladies. Really. I’ve just been through hell the last twenty hours. I need to get out of here."
 

Rayne nods. "I called for the limo. It's downstairs, ready to take you wherever you want to go."

"Good. Thank you, Rayne."
 

"Will you head back to Phoenix?" Trinity asks.
 

I shake my head. "No, I need to get away from everyone for a while. I'll let you know where I'm going when I get there."
 

I grab my purse and head down the hall. Rayne is on my heel the whole way. "Thanks again, Rayne," I say as I hit the button for the elevator.

"Anytime, Cami. Please don't hesitate to let me know if I can get you anything." I hear the chime of the elevator’s arrival and the doors slide open.

I nod, turn, and step in..

PART THREE

Calvin, my driver, stops in front of the Hawaiian Airlines section of LAX. I step out of the car, and the warmth of the sun kisses my bare shoulders; I’ve traded my button-up and sneakers for a tank top and heels on the way to the airport.

I'm blown away by the number of photographers and reporters surrounding the departure area. There are about six of them heading back to the larger group inside the media area. This isn't the first time I've seen this while coming and going from LAX.
 

As I walk along the terminal, I see several young women with cameras around their necks. My guess is that some major celebrity is expected, so they're camping out. The fandom is unreal. I watch as security hurries over to them. No doubt to tell them to move along.
 

I make my way through the rest of the departure terminal and into the first class lounge, passing through the security checkpoint there and bypassing the long public lines. One of the many perks of flying first class.
 

I enter a private room that's reserved for me. The room is decorated in olive green and various shades of brown, surprisingly un-tropical for Hawaiian Airlines. In the center of the room are a square table and four very old-school office chairs. I sit in the one that faces the window overlooking the parking garage, my back to the door. Within a couple of minutes, a lounge attendant brings me a turkey sandwich, pickle, and chips. It isn't much, but I don't care. I'm not that hungry.
 

As I eat, I browse through the latest online edition of
Entertainment Now
magazine. The contents aren't very interesting, but there is a really nice red carpet picture of Tristan Michaels. Dressed in a suit, he really is stunning. The black skinny tie, white dress shirt, and black pants and jacket really bring out his physique. The caption reads, "Tristan Michaels, outside Nokia Theatre at the premiere of friend Travis Jackson's latest movie
Rebound
, wearing Armani."

"I could have told you that," I mutter to myself. Looking at Tristan's eyes I feel the familiar tingle crawl up my spine, a sensation that makes me feel like he is really looking at me. "Gah!" I mutter, and close the magazine.
 

If I'm really going to be honest with myself, I'm only trying to avoid the drama of the last twenty-four hours. Especially what happened this morning at the gravesite. Then, of course, my embarrassing daydream during that board meeting. My emotions are all over the place, and I just need to get clear of everything that is driving me insane of late.

Suddenly there's a lot of commotion outside in the lobby: camera flashes going off and a bunch of people talking at once. It sounds like they're asking questions. Very abruptly, the noise is cut off and the silence returns. I shrug and pull out my iPod and headphones. Placing the earbuds into my ears, I am quickly distracted by the sounds of Chris Daughtry, which effectively block out all else.
 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Will this madness ever end? I know the answer and it's rather stupid of me to ask myself that question.
 

"You all right?" I hear Tyson ask.
 

"Yeah. Fucking people, I swear. They act like they've never seen a celebrity at the airport before. Though the EN reporter was a little too curious about some things. Obviously he was fishing for a comment from me." I take a deep breath.
 

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