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Authors: Amanda Heartley
Audition - Southern Belles Part 1 (Erotic Romance Series)
AUDITION
An Erotic Novella
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Southern Belles Part 1
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Erotic Romance Series)
By
Amanda Heartley
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Copyright
Kindle
Edition. Copyright © 2013 Amanda Heartley
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Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction, for entertainment. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. All the characters in this book are 1
7+ and practice safe sex. This book is for adult audiences only. Please keep away from children.
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CONTENTS
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Chapter 1
Annie paced nervously up and down the hall. She looked at her watch again and then back to the wall. She glanced at her fingernails. They were clean, well manicured, and professional. She raised her hand to her mouth to chew on the little bit of growth that was there and she stopped herself. She hadn’t chewed her nails in years and this Mr.
Rossen guy didn’t need to see her with raggedy, chewed-up fingernails. It was bad enough she didn’t think her deodorant was going to hold up. She ran her fingers through her hair and chuckled to herself. That’s all she needed, bloody cuticles and sweat stained armpits. Not a good first impression for a professional actress. She needed to calm down. And fast. She had been to hundreds of auditions and she reminded herself that this was just another audition like all the rest….even though it wasn’t. This one was big. It was fucking huge.
All throughout the wide expanse of plush carpet and art deco design were dozens of girls that were more similar to Annie than not. Every one of these beautiful young women was trying out for the same part. If she hadn’t already been nervous, she would have been downright terrified.
“Hello, ma’am? Miss?” The high-pitched voice came from the obviously gay man standing in the doorway; hand on his hip, looking straight at Annie. His tight, black leather jeans showed off his junk, and his light blue sequined t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up showed his smooth, dark muscled arms. His black hair was perfectly gelled in a faux-hawk and his shoes, well, his shoes were black Harley boots. And he was hot.
Why are all the gay men so hot?
“You’re up, sweetie,” he winked.
Her heart started to pound. She smiled a thank you and ducked into the room.
As she walked in, she felt dwarfed in the large open space containing a cluttered desk and a long table. Stacks of résumés and headshots were spread out all across the table in a haphazard fashion. But, it wasn’t the table that drew her attention. It was the gorgeous man sitting behind the desk. Annie had been to hundreds of these open auditions and she had never seen anyone as yummy as the man who sat in front of her right now.
Please, deodorant, don’t fail me now. Breathe.
He looked to be in his early 30’s, with a chiseled jaw and piercing grey eyes. Even though her heart was pounding, and her palms were sweaty she smiled her brightest smile. “Mr.
Rossen,” she said. “I’m Annabelle, Annabelle Gibbons. I’ll be -” He didn’t even look up, and her voice faltered a little. “I’ll be trying out for the part of Kate.”
He glanced up, his gaze scanning her body quickly up and down and finally; he looked straight into her eyes. “Obviously,” his voice had a trace of European accent - German maybe, Polish? He looked back down at the papers before him. “So? Begin.”
She swallowed hard. She expected a little more questioning or at least politeness before she began. Apparently Mr. High-and-Mighty had more important things to do than to actually consider her for the part. She scowled and took a deep breath, calming herself. She’d show him. She’d give him the best reading of his life.
Straightening her back, she launched into the reading, giving it her all. She wasn’t just reading
Kate, she
was
Kate. When she finished, slightly out of breath from the emotions of the part, she stood in front of him, panting. His hand idly reached out to grab her résumé off of one stack, slipping it into another.
“Thank you for coming in,” he said, his voice sounding bored. “Tell
Daveed to send in the next girl.”
Annie stood appalled, feeling cheated. “Mr.
Rossen!” she exclaimed, finding her voice.
At last, he glanced up, his piercing eyes meeting hers. “Yes?”
“I may not have the best résumé, and I might not be the most beautiful or most sexy woman trying out for this part, but I demand your respect and attention. I am
perfect
for this part, and I am not walking out of here until you watch me do this audition!” She exhaled.
One of his eyebrows rose slightly, but she didn’t wait for his response. While she had his attention, she launched back into the reading, throwing all of h
er fire and frustration into it. When she finished, she nodded, “Thank you for your time, Mr. Rossen,” turning to leave.
“Yes, thank you. We’ll be in touch,” he said, slipping her file into a different pile. Feeling triumphant, and a little surprised at
herself, she stormed out of the room and into the hallway, slamming into Daveed. Her purse and portfolio crashed to the floor, the contents spilling out across the foyer. “I’m so sorry,” she looked at him, hurriedly putting her things back in her purse; He grabbed her portfolio and handed it to her. “Hey, no problem, I know he can be pretty brutal sometimes.” She smiled a weak smile, taking her things from his hand. “Thanks.” Tears welling up in her eyes.
He turned to yell to whoever was listening. “
Gertie, I’m gonna take my lunch, be back in an hour!”
“Sweetie, you need a hug. Let’s go over here to Starbucks and get a mocha
frappuccino. Frappuccino can cure anything. I know Vic can be a royal bitch sometimes, but girl, have you seen that ass?”
Annie was shocked, who was this guy and was Mr.
Rossen gay? Is that why he acted like that? “Uhm…..sure. Hi, I’m Annie.” Sticking out her hand.
“Girl
, I know who you are, I checked you in… and if you’re wondering, yes, I’m gay and no, Vic is not.”
“Vic?”
“Mr. Rossen, I work for him. Well, Gertie and I work for him; he’s way too much man for one assistant, so we take turns. I tell you what, sweet cheeks, if we swung for the same team, I promise you I’d be his wife!” He giggled, slapping his thigh. “By the way, I’m Daveed,” rolling his eyes. “It’s Mexican, don’t ask,” throwing his palm up in the air.
Laughing a little,
“Well, after that audition, I don’t think anyone listens to me either!” she took a sip of her frappuccino, calming down. Daveed was yapping about how Gertie had been trying to get in Mr. Rossen’s pants and almost got fired and about some Hollywood rumors, while Annie just smiled and sipped, taking it all in. He seemed to know a lot about Hollywood.
Wonder just how much clout he has?
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Well, Daveed, I have really enjoyed chatting with you, but I do have to run off to work. Here’s my number if you ever want to meet for a frappuccino, next time, my treat!” smiling as she quickly scribbled her number on a napkin, handing it to him and hurrying to her car. She couldn’t be late for work, not today anyway. Wall Street was having a dinner party at the restaurant she worked at and that meant huge tips. She loved it when rich men were generous with their tips. It kept up her rent in an upscale neighborhood, not that she didn’t make great money, the restaurant paid her well, but the added tips were a huge bonus. Sometimes she needed a little extra…for girlie things.
It was only after she reached her car that her incredible stupidity hit her.
Shit!
She couldn’t believe she went off on that guy. This was an awesome part in a real movie. He was sure to write her off as crazy now. Giggling to herself, she thought,
Oh well I fucked that one up.
She drove off to change into her uniform, and go back to her predictable, boring life.
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Chapter 2
After going bat-shit crazy at the audition, the last thing she expected was the phone call that came the very next morning. The Wall Street dinner party was a hit and she made over a thousand dollars in tips. Not bad for one night. Unfortunately, she didn’t get home till after two so when the phone rang at six thirty in the morning, she wasn’t in the best of moods.
“Hell – “
“Annabelle Gibbons, rise and shine! It’s a great day to –“
“Who is this?” She choked, her head pounding from lack of sleep.
“Girl, don’t tell me you already forgot about me? It’s Daveed, your favorite queen! You hurt me, girl, you really hurt me.” He whined.
“Oh, sorry, what time is it? Why are you up at this hour?”
“Vic, I mean Mr. Rossen, told me to set up a lunch appointment with you today so he could discuss a few details about that part you wanted in the new Carole Stimson movie, you game, girl? You better be!”
Annie’s first response was to say ‘Seriously?’, but she bit her tongue and managed to croak out a “Sure, that would be great.”
“Excellent. Sin Devicio’s, on Alameda - you know the place? He wants you there at noon sharp.”
“Okay
Daveed, I’ll be there, but this better be worth it.”
“Oh, sweet cheeks, he’s
ALWAYS
worth it. God, if he invited me to lunch at Sin Devicio’s, I’d be so fuckin’ happy, I’d cream my jeans. Oops! Sorry! TMI, gotta go! Don’t forget, noon sharp.”
Hanging
up the phone, she jumped out of bed and throwing her fists up in the air, she let out a yell, dancing around in her cami and panties, she danced into the kitchen and put some coffee on. She was going to need it. Lots of it. She had to wow him or she may never get this part. Good thing she was off work tonight or she would never get any sleep.
Annie sucked on her bottom lip.
What to do? What to wear?
Sin Devicio’s was one of the best restaurants on Restaurant Row, the most expensive restaurant districts in the city. She would never have been able to afford to eat there on her own. Even if he was just going to tell her to come to call-backs, or to discuss what she had done wrong, she didn’t care. Just eating at Sin Devicio’s would be worth it.
Pulling out her phone, she texted
Daveed.
‘
What’s his fav color?’
After a few minutes when she didn’t hear back from him, she opened her closet to figure out what she was going to wear. She had to be sexy, but not too slutty.
Something shockingly wonderful, and respectable. Nothing black, this was a lunch date. Something colorful, but subtle. She settled on a royal blue dress with a princess neckline. The royal blue would accentuate her bright blue eyes and lightly tanned décolleté. And the princess neckline, well… it would accentuate the girls.
There were still a few hours before the lunch date and she didn’t want to get dressed too early, or end up arriving late. Sipping her coffee, she wondered what the meeting was about.
Was she hired? Did they want another audition? This could be her big break, her dream come true!
Her heart was racing and she knew she better slow down and relax.
Flopping
down on her bed, she set her alarm for 9:30; just a little more sleep and she could handle the day. Last night was a bear and she sure as hell didn’t want to show up for lunch with bags under her eyes looking like death warmed over. Her outfit was ready, so all she needed to do was shower, get dressed and go. She drifted off to sleep just as the birds started chirping the day awake.
Just a couple more hours….
She jumped up when she heard her phone beep.
Sleepily reaching for it, rubbing her eyes, complaining to herself how no one ever lets her sleep. “Oh shit!” she jumped up and ran into the bathroom and started the water. “Damn alarm, why didn’t you wake me?” she hollered and hurriedly jumped into the shower,
Shit!
She clipped her long brown hair on top of her head and grabbed the razor, quickly shaving her legs; the snatch would have to wait. No one was going to see it anyway. She only had forty-five minutes to transform herself into a goddess and get to Sin Devicio’s.
She had to, and she was going to
make it even if it killed her.
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