sling-backs. “You make a very cute witch,” Maddie assured her.
“Cute? Cute is not what I was going for.” Sasha pouted.
“Okay, okay! Hot…sexy! You will steal the show!” Maddie giggled.
“That’s more like it.” Sasha burst out laughing.
The limo pulled with silken ease from the street outside Sasha’s house, heading toward the Hilton Hotel where the Halloween party and fundraiser for the Racers was to be held.
When they were close, Sasha grasped Maddie’s arm. “I’m so excited! Will Jake Hart be there?”
Maddie laughed. “I think so. But you promised to be good, Sasha, remember? This is a business event for me.”
Sasha opened her mouth and jutted out her chin in mock offense. “What do you think I’m going to do, attack him on the dance floor or something?”
“Well …” Maddie giggled as Sasha’s wand appeared, waving menacingly in front of Maddie’s eyes. “Just don’t change him into a frog and slip him into your pocket or anything, okay?”
“What a great idea! I knew there was a reason I brought you.” Sasha grinned, eyes overly bright.
Maddie collapsed back into the leather seat with a howl of laughter.
When the laughter died down, Sasha asked, “So, you nervous about how this is going to go? You’ve been working so hard on it.”
It was true. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of hard effort and training. She had been given this fundraiser, one of the Racers’ biggest fundraisers of the year, as the ultimate test. If she pulled this off then she could do just about anything else her job might require.
“I’ll be glad when it’s over, that’s for sure. But really, I think it just might go off without a hitch.”
“Your wedding was fabulous and you practically planned that all by yourself,” Sasha reminded her as they turned into the hotel’s parking garage.
“Yes, it was,” Maddie agreed with a small smile and dreamy voice. “As long as there is plenty of good food and drinks…and the band, as long as they like the band, everything else should take care of itself.”
The girls climbed out of the limo, admiring each other’s costumes again, and then made their way up the grand staircase to the ballroom. It was early, but Maddie wanted to be on hand in case she was needed. It was a good thing, because the minute she walked into the door, Randy Bentley approached her, panic in his eyes. “We have a problem.”
“What is it?”
“Two of the players, one of whom is supposed to speak soon, are in the bar, and they’ve already had too much to drink. We have to get those boys sobered up.”
Boys? These were grown men. Multimillionaire, hard-disciplined, grown men. How was Maddie supposed to have any sway over them? “Are they here alone? Any wives or girlfriends?” Maddie had learned not to associate with the players much, especially the ones with wives and girlfriends. She’d learned to go through the women, make friends with them first, and then other avenues might be opened for her to be friendly with the players.
“No. They came stag.”
“Who is it?”
“Hart and Cornell.”
Hart? Her stomach flip-flopped. “Have you talked to them?”
“I tried, believe me.” Randy pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his receding hairline. “They got me in a headlock and tried to pour a drink down my throat.” He blushed against the white collar of his tuxedo shirt and admitted, “They said if I go back in there and bother them they’ll do body shots on my…well, you girls probably know more about what those are than I do, but I’m not risking it. You’ll have to give it a try.”
Sasha laughed. Maddie rolled her eyes. “Great. Okay, I’ll go see what I can do. Anything else going wrong? People will start to arrive in about fifteen minutes.”
He shook his head. “You’ve done a great job, Maddie. Everything from the decorations to the food looks great, better than last year. I’ll keep an eye on things out here. Maybe you and your
“Cute? Cute is not what I was going for.” Sasha pouted.
“Okay, okay! Hot…sexy! You will steal the show!” Maddie giggled.
“That’s more like it.” Sasha burst out laughing.
The limo pulled with silken ease from the street outside Sasha’s house, heading toward the Hilton Hotel where the Halloween party and fundraiser for the Racers was to be held.
When they were close, Sasha grasped Maddie’s arm. “I’m so excited! Will Jake Hart be there?”
Maddie laughed. “I think so. But you promised to be good, Sasha, remember? This is a business event for me.”
Sasha opened her mouth and jutted out her chin in mock offense. “What do you think I’m going to do, attack him on the dance floor or something?”
“Well …” Maddie giggled as Sasha’s wand appeared, waving menacingly in front of Maddie’s eyes. “Just don’t change him into a frog and slip him into your pocket or anything, okay?”
“What a great idea! I knew there was a reason I brought you.” Sasha grinned, eyes overly bright.
Maddie collapsed back into the leather seat with a howl of laughter.
When the laughter died down, Sasha asked, “So, you nervous about how this is going to go? You’ve been working so hard on it.”
It was true. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of hard effort and training. She had been given this fundraiser, one of the Racers’ biggest fundraisers of the year, as the ultimate test. If she pulled this off then she could do just about anything else her job might require.
“I’ll be glad when it’s over, that’s for sure. But really, I think it just might go off without a hitch.”
“Your wedding was fabulous and you practically planned that all by yourself,” Sasha reminded her as they turned into the hotel’s parking garage.
“Yes, it was,” Maddie agreed with a small smile and dreamy voice. “As long as there is plenty of good food and drinks…and the band, as long as they like the band, everything else should take care of itself.”
The girls climbed out of the limo, admiring each other’s costumes again, and then made their way up the grand staircase to the ballroom. It was early, but Maddie wanted to be on hand in case she was needed. It was a good thing, because the minute she walked into the door, Randy Bentley approached her, panic in his eyes. “We have a problem.”
“What is it?”
“Two of the players, one of whom is supposed to speak soon, are in the bar, and they’ve already had too much to drink. We have to get those boys sobered up.”
Boys? These were grown men. Multimillionaire, hard-disciplined, grown men. How was Maddie supposed to have any sway over them? “Are they here alone? Any wives or girlfriends?” Maddie had learned not to associate with the players much, especially the ones with wives and girlfriends. She’d learned to go through the women, make friends with them first, and then other avenues might be opened for her to be friendly with the players.
“No. They came stag.”
“Who is it?”
“Hart and Cornell.”
Hart? Her stomach flip-flopped. “Have you talked to them?”
“I tried, believe me.” Randy pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his receding hairline. “They got me in a headlock and tried to pour a drink down my throat.” He blushed against the white collar of his tuxedo shirt and admitted, “They said if I go back in there and bother them they’ll do body shots on my…well, you girls probably know more about what those are than I do, but I’m not risking it. You’ll have to give it a try.”
Sasha laughed. Maddie rolled her eyes. “Great. Okay, I’ll go see what I can do. Anything else going wrong? People will start to arrive in about fifteen minutes.”
He shook his head. “You’ve done a great job, Maddie. Everything from the decorations to the food looks great, better than last year. I’ll keep an eye on things out here. Maybe you and your
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