beamed approvingly.
“Me neither!” Amy panted, trying to catch her breath.
“You were amazing! Did you used to dance or something?”
“No, I used to be a gymnast,” Amy admitted as they walked back to their table.
“A gymnast?” Josh raised his eyebrows cheekily as he spoke.
“Hey! No flirting, remember?” Amy scolded.
“I’m not flirting,” Josh smiled as she stepped forward and wrapped Amy up in his arms.
Then he leaned down and they shared their first, passionate kiss. It was hot, it was heavy and long… and when they finally pulled apart, their hearts racing, they both knew that this was something special, something magical.
Chapter 8
Amy wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt so happy. Standing in Josh’s arms she felt as though she were floating on a cloud.
“Are you having a good night?” he leaned and asked in her ear.
“The best.” Amy beamed before resting her head against his chest and sighing contentedly.
Around them the party continued to develop, people were dancing, acrobats were flying and everyone was talking about Josh Roberts and his new woman!
“I’ll be right back,” Josh told Amy as they pulled apart.
“Oh?” Amy asked, suddenly feeling a little anxious about being left alone at such a grand event.
“Bathroom,” Josh explained bashfully.
“Oh!” Amy laughed.
Alone at the table she allowed herself to soak in the atmosphere of the party. It was all so energetic and vibrant; unlike anything she’d been to before.
Everywhere she looked she saw a familiar face from film or television.
“You know, you could be in the movies.”
Amy jumped at the sound of an unfamiliar voice as a man in an immaculate black suit slid in the chair across from her.
His hair was as dark as his suit and was slicked back to rest almost directly on his skull and on his wrist a diamond encrusted watch sparkled and caught the light; the only element of color in his whole outfit.
“Sorry, do I know you?” Amy asked, feeling uneasy.
“No, but you should. I’m Mitch Johnson.”
Mitch Johnson whipped his business card out from within his suite with skilled precision and slid it across the table to Amy. She picked it up and read it aloud.
“Mitch Johnson, agent to the stars.”
“That’s right. I represent all the big names.”
“Okay,” Amy wondered what he wanted with her.
“You might have heard of Caroline Demure. She’s one of my biggest clients.”
“Oh yes, I’ve seen some of her movies,” Amy answered politely.
“You were really quite something out on the dance floor,” Mitch commented a little lustfully.
“Oh, thank you,” Amy blushed, feeling embarrassed.
“Have you ever thought about being in the movies?”
“What, me? Oh no, I’m a teacher.”
“I didn’t ask what you did, I asked about what you want to do,” Mitch declared emphatically.
“A girl with your looks, grace, and Josh Roberts on your arm…you could be a sensation.”
Amy bristled at this, not liking the implication that she was with Josh to further her own agenda to becoming famous.
“I’m perfectly happy being a teacher, thank you.”
“No teacher moves like you did. I peg you as a stripper. Did Josh pick you up earlier tonight?” Mitch asked bluntly.
“Goodness no!” Amy cried angrily, feeling both insulted and hurt by the accusation.
“I teach at the local college. That’s where I met Josh. And before you say anything else smutty I teach English Literature.”
“Whoa, okay, didn’t mean to offend. Josh has brought strippers to events like these before. Hookers too.” Mitch said spitefully.
“Well I’m neither,” Amy said, crossing her arms defiantly. “And I think it’s time you left, Mr. Johnson.”
“Okay, but if you decide you want to make a name for yourself, give me a call,” Mitch
“Me neither!” Amy panted, trying to catch her breath.
“You were amazing! Did you used to dance or something?”
“No, I used to be a gymnast,” Amy admitted as they walked back to their table.
“A gymnast?” Josh raised his eyebrows cheekily as he spoke.
“Hey! No flirting, remember?” Amy scolded.
“I’m not flirting,” Josh smiled as she stepped forward and wrapped Amy up in his arms.
Then he leaned down and they shared their first, passionate kiss. It was hot, it was heavy and long… and when they finally pulled apart, their hearts racing, they both knew that this was something special, something magical.
Chapter 8
Amy wasn’t sure if she’d ever felt so happy. Standing in Josh’s arms she felt as though she were floating on a cloud.
“Are you having a good night?” he leaned and asked in her ear.
“The best.” Amy beamed before resting her head against his chest and sighing contentedly.
Around them the party continued to develop, people were dancing, acrobats were flying and everyone was talking about Josh Roberts and his new woman!
“I’ll be right back,” Josh told Amy as they pulled apart.
“Oh?” Amy asked, suddenly feeling a little anxious about being left alone at such a grand event.
“Bathroom,” Josh explained bashfully.
“Oh!” Amy laughed.
Alone at the table she allowed herself to soak in the atmosphere of the party. It was all so energetic and vibrant; unlike anything she’d been to before.
Everywhere she looked she saw a familiar face from film or television.
“You know, you could be in the movies.”
Amy jumped at the sound of an unfamiliar voice as a man in an immaculate black suit slid in the chair across from her.
His hair was as dark as his suit and was slicked back to rest almost directly on his skull and on his wrist a diamond encrusted watch sparkled and caught the light; the only element of color in his whole outfit.
“Sorry, do I know you?” Amy asked, feeling uneasy.
“No, but you should. I’m Mitch Johnson.”
Mitch Johnson whipped his business card out from within his suite with skilled precision and slid it across the table to Amy. She picked it up and read it aloud.
“Mitch Johnson, agent to the stars.”
“That’s right. I represent all the big names.”
“Okay,” Amy wondered what he wanted with her.
“You might have heard of Caroline Demure. She’s one of my biggest clients.”
“Oh yes, I’ve seen some of her movies,” Amy answered politely.
“You were really quite something out on the dance floor,” Mitch commented a little lustfully.
“Oh, thank you,” Amy blushed, feeling embarrassed.
“Have you ever thought about being in the movies?”
“What, me? Oh no, I’m a teacher.”
“I didn’t ask what you did, I asked about what you want to do,” Mitch declared emphatically.
“A girl with your looks, grace, and Josh Roberts on your arm…you could be a sensation.”
Amy bristled at this, not liking the implication that she was with Josh to further her own agenda to becoming famous.
“I’m perfectly happy being a teacher, thank you.”
“No teacher moves like you did. I peg you as a stripper. Did Josh pick you up earlier tonight?” Mitch asked bluntly.
“Goodness no!” Amy cried angrily, feeling both insulted and hurt by the accusation.
“I teach at the local college. That’s where I met Josh. And before you say anything else smutty I teach English Literature.”
“Whoa, okay, didn’t mean to offend. Josh has brought strippers to events like these before. Hookers too.” Mitch said spitefully.
“Well I’m neither,” Amy said, crossing her arms defiantly. “And I think it’s time you left, Mr. Johnson.”
“Okay, but if you decide you want to make a name for yourself, give me a call,” Mitch