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find herself in the company of a tall, handsome man with white blond hair, tan skin, and dark blue eyes. “Hello,” she replied.
    “I’m Charles Bingley,” he said, smiling.
    Jane smiled brightly back and held out her hand, “I’m Jane Bennet. It’s nice to meet you.”
    “It’s nice to meet you too,” he replied, delighted by her touch. “I really liked your song. Did you write it?”
    “Yes, I did,” she blushed becomingly. “Thank you.”
    With every second, Charles was becoming more bewitched. The angel named Jane was dressed like a siren. He took in every detail, from her finely arched brow, to her bare shoulders, to her delicate hands, and he desired her body. Yet her every word and look was completely open and innocent. Her expression was warm and her laugh infectious. A mixture of sex and purity had come together in a package that was swiftly becoming irresistible.
    “Did you write it about someone?” he asked openly, incapable of guile.
    Jane shook her head slightly. “No, I wrote it more about wanting an ideal so much that it becomes an obsession. I’ve never been in love that deeply, and I’m not really sure it’s possible, but I’ve dreamed about it.” Her eyes met his shyly, as if she suddenly realized how openly she was sharing herself. “Do I know you, Charles? You seem very familiar.”
    Charles blushed slightly. “I sing too.”
    “Oh,” Jane nodded. “Is that where I know you from?”
    “Yes.” He grinned. “Let me take down my hair.” He moved his hands and a moment later a blond, wavy cloud surrounded his face.
    “Oh, yes,” Jane smiled playfully. “Slurry, right?”
    “Yes,” he smiled back. “Would you like to sing with me, Jane?” he asked shyly.
    ***
     
    Charlotte was standing by the stage door, enjoying her post-show cigarette. She smiled as she inhaled lightly. Better than sex . Or at least any sex that she’d ever had.
    Footsteps on the cement floor alerted her to a man approaching her. He was tall and handsome, in an easy, casual way; long brown hair falling in loose curls, blue eyes, strong shoulders, and a trim figure. Charlotte couldn’t help but smile at eye candy like that. He walked up to her and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Richard Fitzwilliam.”
    “Charlotte Lucas,” she replied, carefully shaking around her cigarette. “Do you mind?” she asked.
    “No, not at all,” he assured her easily. “Mind if I join you?”
    Charlotte nodded and made room for him by the door. As Richard lit up, he took a moment to study her. She was average in most ways. Average height, average build, average looks. The only thing that really stood out was her hair, which was short and spiked, with white-gold tips, showing up against the light brown of the rest of it.
    “So, I heard you play,” he said easily after a moment. “You’re very good.”
    “Thanks,” Charlotte smiled. She’d recognized his name and was puzzled why a major rock band was here but was willing to let the man tell his story.
    “So, my band is on tour and we need a warm-up act.” He looked at her slightly sideways. “Would you be interested in that?”
    Charlotte watched the way one half of his mouth curled up and mentally drooled. Oh yeah, baby . “Really?” she replied aloud. “I would be very interested. But you’d have to work it out with our manager.”
    “Yeah,” Richard assured her. “Caro is talking to him now.”
    “Caro?”
    “Caroline Bingley,” he explained. “She is our tour manager. Everyone calls her Caro. You’ll like her.”
    Charlotte took another drag and nodded easily. “Sounds good.”
    ***
     
    Alex Lucas listened impassively to Caroline Bingley. The woman was very friendly and professional, and the offer she was making was very good—too good.
    “We start up the tour again in two weeks. Your group would have that time for rehearsal. We have arranged for practice space, a choreographer, and a stylist to get them ready.”
    “What would be expected