LITMIR.BIZ

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      “Rhiannon! Sailor was saying that you and Barrie had moved to L.A.,” Darius said, striding toward her, arms open wide. He was a little over six feet, a striking man with sharp hazel eyes, dark, slightly graying hair and an air of power that was unconsciously seductive. She had no idea how old he was; he definitely retained a dignified sexual appeal, but his face bore the character of centuries.

      “Yes, Darius, we’re both living on the estate. I was hoping that I might see you, just quickly, because I know you’re incredibly busy.” She turned to Declan and said, “I got your email this morning, and I’d love to play the club on weekends.”

      Darius introduced Mac next.

      “No need for introductions, Darius. Ms. Gryffald and I met last night. In fact, we had a brief but very…interesting conversation.” He met her eyes. “I do hope you’ll think about what I said.”

      “Certainly. I’m weighing its importance,” she said pleasantly.

      “I think—for you—the importance could be high,” he said.

      He spoke lightly, but she felt his eyes on hers in a way that made her uncomfortable. Afraid that if he looked for too long he would read far too much, she quickly lowered her gaze.

      He turned away to address the other men.

      “I hate to meet and run, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to be somewhere.” He nodded curtly at Rhiannon then. “I meant what I said last night, as well as just now. Think about it.”

      And then, with a wave, he was gone. Rhiannon stared at his retreating back, feeling a bit as if she’d just been run over by a very attractive truck, then realized the men looked as stunned as she felt by his abrupt departure.

      Darius shook his head as if recalling himself to the present and turned to Jack Hunter

      “Hunter Jackson, meet a very dear friend of mine, Rhiannon Gryffald,” he said. “Jack is adapting a fantastic vampire play for the screen. Rhiannon, Hunter Jackson.”

      Hunter took her hand and smiled at her, his eyes bright with amusement. “It took me a moment to recognize you, but we almost met last night. I must say, Ms. Gryffald, you’re a courageous young woman. Everyone else was screeching and screaming, and you rushed out like Joan of Arc on a mission.”

      The others laughed. Rhiannon forced a smile, not feeling the least bit amused.

      “I believe you were introduced last night as Jack Hunter,” she said, frowning, not the least bit impressed that she was meeting the illustrious director Hunter Jackson. Sailor was going to be thrilled, though.

      “You’ve unmasked me, Darius,” Jackson said, then turned back to Rhiannon. “Like a lot of directors, I started off with an acting career, and I decided to direct and star in the stage version of the show myself. A little bit of ego going on there, I’m afraid.”

      “You should be careful with your promo stunts, Mr. Jackson,” she said. “I’m just a musician. What if there had been a cop there last night and he’d pulled a gun on you?”

      “It’s not likely, Ms. Gryffald,” Hunter said, and shrugged. “This is Hollywood. The cops usually know a show from the real thing.” He looked at Darius and laughed. “So I take it that this charming Miss Gryffald is not looking for a career on the big screen?”

      Darius shook his head. “Musician, as she said.”

      Hunter turned back to Rhiannon, grinning. “Good for you. Because—my ego speaking again, I’m afraid—aspiring actresses always feel the need to suck up to me, and it can get pretty tiresome.”

      She forced a pleasant smile. “I’m sure that when you choose a star for one of your productions, you base your choice on talent and not just because she sucked up to you.”

      “Such a diplomat,” Hunter said, but he was laughing.

      Rhiannon realized that she ought to be nice to the man; she wanted to know why one of his actors had insisted that she come to the show. She managed to keep her smile in place. “My cousins and I are going to see the show tonight,” she told him.

      “That’s great. Is one of the cousins you’re referring to Sailor Gryffald?” Hunter asked.

      She nodded.

      “I’m glad. She’ll get a good feel for the material by seeing the play. It’s not just a horror story. It’s about the many different kinds of hunger that can drive us, even ruin our lives, and about what we’re willing to do for love. Of course,” he said thoughtfully, “it’s about redemption, as well.”

      “It sounds interesting,” Rhiannon said.

      “It’s a musical,” Darius said. “You’re going to love it, Rhiannon.”

      Declan smiled. “They’re going to film some scenes at the Snake Pit,” he said.

      She nodded, trying very hard to keep a pleasant smile glued to her lips. She might have accepted a job offer from the man, but she didn’t trust shapeshifters. They were pranksters. And when they went bad, their ability to shift into any guise meant major trouble. Their Keepers could be just as…shifty, and Declan definitely was.

      “Sounds just great,” she finally said, knowing how lame she sounded.

      “Gotta go,” Declan said. “I’ll see you Friday night?”

      “Yes, thank you.”

      He shook hands with the other men and started toward the stairs. As he was leaving, Hunter said, “Well, I’d best be on my way, too, Darius. Ms. Gryffalde…a pleasure. And please, come see me backstage tonight. I’d love your opinion on the show.”

      “I’m not really a theater expert, but I’d be delighted to see you after the show,” she said.

      “Any audience member is an excellent theatrical judge,” he said. “I’ll see you later.” He gave them both a wave and left.

      Darius looked at Rhiannon assessingly, and she could see that he was well aware that she hadn’t just dropped in on him for a casual chat.

      “Shall we enter the inner sanctum, my dear?” he asked.

      She nodded. “Thanks.”

      Mary had returned to her desk while the others talked, but she spoke up then. “Darius, shall I hold your calls?”

      “Yes, please, Mary,” Darius said. “Thank you.”

      Rhiannon grabbed her coffee and followed Darius into his office. It was huge, with massive windows that looked out over the city. In addition to the requisite designer chairs in front of a chrome and glass desk, the room boasted a comfortable sofa against a wall, a full stereo and wide-screen system and a wet bar. There was also a bathroom—all chrome and glass and marble. Darius easily could have lived there and sometimes did, despite the fact that he had a fabulous mansion in the Hollywood Hills.

      “Drink?” he asked her.

      “I’ve got coffee. I’m fine,” she told him.

      “I’ll help myself, then,” he said.

      He reached into his refrigerator, which was filled with his “specials.” Mary didn’t fill his refrigerator; his assistant, Rob Cantor, took care of that chore. His specials looked like Bloody Marys, but they would have gagged a vegetarian. His blood came from a meatpacking plant he owned in west Texas.

      “Sit,” he told her, taking his own chair behind the desk, easing back and planting his feet on the shiny surface. “You doing okay?” he asked her once she’d taken a seat.

      “I’m all right, yes, thanks,” she told him.

      “You can’t be all right if you’re here to see me so soon. What’s the problem?” He took a sip from his glass, sighed and seemed to sink back farther in sensual delight.

      “I

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