Lovers Premiere (Kimani Romance) by Adrianne Byrd

a little when she walked through door and saw that the media room was in fact like an apartment. A pretty nice apartment, at that. They walked through a long foyer with eclectic artwork on the walls and spare furnishing. That led them to a large living room area with floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a full office area, dining room and then it all split off to a media room that was fully enclosed with a state-of-the-art surround-sound theatre.
    â€œFeel safe yet?” Ram asked, cocking a smile and shaking his head.
    â€œIt wasn’t that I didn’t feel safe,” she defended. “It was just that…”
    â€œYou don’t trust me,” he supplied, still smiling.
    She opened her mouth to lie, but her phone started ringing.
    â€œSaved by the bell.” Ramell said before grabbing his bags and heading off toward one of the bedrooms on the other side of the apartment.
    Sofia watched him go. Her eyes drifting down his broad shoulders, narrow waist and then finally his firm butt that damn near hypnotized her. Geez, did this man live in a gym?
    â€œAren’t you going to answer that?” Ram asked without a backward glance.
    â€œOh!” She blinked out her trance and answered the phone. “Hello.”
    â€œAh, Ms. Wellesley. Thank goodness. We’re having a problem with the caterer for tomorrow’s party,” Stewart said, sounding like he was on the verge of a heart attack. “Plus the party planner hasn’t arrived yet and the hotel is insisting that we can’t have flamethrowers in this place.”
    â€œWhat? I never asked for any flamethrowers.” She smacked her hand against her head and wondered what the hell she did to get cursed with this assistant. “You know what? Don’t touch anything. Don’t call anyone. I’ll be down in a minute.” She hurried off to put her bags in the other bedroom, but when she came back Ram was standing in the media room in just a pair of shorts, socks and sneakers. She nearly tripped out of her designer pumps at the sight of his bare and muscular chest, his chiseled abs and powerful legs.
    Ramell Jordan had definitely grown up.
    Ram slipped a DVD into the media console and turned to see Sofia rooted behind him. He waved a hand in front of her after a few seconds. “Hello?”
    Sofia blinked and then shook her head, but even then she wasn’t sure that she had successfully broken her trance because he was still standing there before her half dressed.
    â€œI was naked.”
    His eyebrows rose in amusement.
    â€œI mean—” She coughed and cleared her throat. “I was just about to go downstairs. We’re having a few issues with the chest.” Cough. “I mean party.”
    He smiled. “You need some help? I was just going to do this workout DVD, but if you need…”
    â€œNo. No. Don’t worry. I’m on it. I can handle it.”
    He frowned. “I’ll go get dressed.”
    â€œNo! Really I got it. I’m sure it won’t take but a few minutes.” He strolled back toward his bedroom with Sofia’s gaze following him again. Once he was out of sight, the spell had finally been broken and Sofia could un-root herself from the center of the suite.
    â€œWhat the hell?” She pressed a hand against her chest only to discover that her heart was beating like a drum. “I have to get out of here.”
    Not waiting for Ram, she rushed out of the suite and down to one of the conference rooms Limelight Entertainment had rented out for their pre-award show. She ushered her useless assistant aside and delved into fixing all the problems he’d created.
    In between talking with the caterer and apologizing to the very lovely flamethrower that her services wouldn’t be needed, Sofia took call after call from clients and studio executives. When suddenly the energy in the room shifted and the hairs on the back of her neck stoodstraight up, Sofia