"I'm distracting." She turns to me. "What do you need to talk to them about?" There's no jealousy in her expression. It's simple curiosity.
"I'm going to direct the next Dangerous Noise video." I swallow hard. "If you're all on board."
Ethan looks to Mal. Really, sleeping with the talent?
Joel shoots him a similar look.
"You guys haven't seen the Hurt Me, Baby video?" Mal offers. "Lacey cut it together."
"You know I don't read your emails." Joel pulls out his cell and he taps the screen a few times. His eyes go wide. He looks up at me then down at his cell. "That's you."
"It is," I say.
"Shit, angel, look at this." He directs his wife's attention to the cell screen. "And you were complaining all day about having to shoot the video solo."
"All day?" Mal cocks a brow really?
"For you." Joel stares at the screen.
Ethan crowds behind it too.
We stand there for the three-and-a-half-minute video, getting jostled by musicians and roadies every ten to twenty seconds.
When the video ends, Ethan and Joel are staring at me with this strange look. It's equal parts damn that was hot and you seem to have a lot of talent with editing.
"Fuck, you're actually dating the video girl." The voice is deep. Steady.
It's Kit, the band's bassist.
Damn, he's even hotter in person, with the mass of curly dark hair, the soulful dark eyes, and the eyebrow piercing.
He's without his trademark leather jacket, but he is in his usual black jeans, motorcycle boots, black v-neck combo.
"Does anybody read the fucking text of their emails?" Mal asks.
"Not when there are two hot chicks half naked in bed. I mean, it's pretty distracting how you're there, but…" Joel laughs.
"I'm leaving now." Bella kisses him goodbye.
He mimes being stabbed in the gut as she leaves, but they're both laughing.
"I, um, I edited the video." My heart is pounding and my breath is far from steady. This is a huge opportunity. I can't fuck it up. "I'm directing the next video. I have three concepts to pitch. We need to pick one today so we can secure locations. Mal tells me you need that video finished by the end of September."
"Sooner is better," Mal says.
Ethan looks to Joel and Kit. "Is that right?"
Kit nods.
Joel shrugs. "Fuck if I know."
"We should go over it now. Someplace quiet." I turn back to Mal. "Is there someplace quiet?"
"We can borrow the Wicked Beat tour bus," he says.
Okay. I can do that. I can pitch this video in a mega-band's tour bus.
With all these guys looking at me like I'm a video vixen.