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ear to ear.
    “I
can't believe you bagged Jack Carter. You have to teach me your
secrets!” Erica giggled, flopping back onto the pile of cosy
pillows. Sara smiled at her friend.
    “Maybe
after breakfast. Pass me that room service menu, will you?”
    It had
been a crazy twenty-four hours. As she folded the note and stashed it
carefully in her purse, all Sara could think about was Jack. She felt
sure she would see him again. The only question was when...and
whether she could stand the wait.

Front
Man: One Night in Paris

Part
Two of the Front Man series.
Adora
Bell

Sara sighed
as she stepped off the bus. The weight of her bag was starting to
hurt her shoulder; she should have left some of those files at the
office. Even though it was only a five minute walk from the stop to
her apartment, she wasn't looking forward to it. Her whole body
sagged from exhaustion as she dragged herself along the sidewalk, but
she managed to look on the bright side. Working late wasn't so bad
when you love your job. Sara had only been at Waters and Prescott
Advertising for two months, but she already felt like part of the
team. Her boss had hinted that a promotion might be in the works if
she put the effort in, so she was doing everything she could to get
ahead.
    Sara wiggled her key in the lock, until
finally the heavy door swung open. All the lights and the television
were on, but there was no sign of Erica. She was probably holed up in
her bedroom with Matt, the new guy she'd been dating. Sara only hoped
they weren't too loud; it had been a long week, and she badly needed
some sleep. She kicked off her shoes, hung up her jacket and
stretched luxuriously. Catching sight of her laptop sitting on the
coffee table, Sara was tempted to log in to her email. She hadn't
heard from Jack for a few days, and he wasn't answering her texts. To
be honest, she was beginning to worry. Though she told herself he was
just focused on the tour, she had a feeling things weren't quite
right. Since meeting him backstage three months earlier, Jack had
been in contact nearly every day. Though he was hundreds of miles and
several time zones away, they had grown close over the past few
months. They had only made love that one, incredible time, but Sara
felt a connection to Jack that she hadn't experienced before.
Sometimes his messages sounded so hopeless and lonely, that she
wished she could magic herself over the ocean and wrap her arms
around him, tell him everything was going to be okay. Other times he
was upbeat, full of life, excited about travelling and writing new
music. Either way, she longed to see him. As far as Sara was
concerned, the tour couldn't be over soon enough.
    As she opened her in-box, Sara felt a
wave of disappointment. No new messages. Grumpily, she slammed the
lid shut and headed for her room. A long, hot shower and bed were the
only things on her mind.
    Wrapped in a fluffy towel, Sara twisted
the handle of the bathroom door. She didn't hear the sound of the
shower running until it was too late.
    Erica and Matt were entwined under the
spray, running their soapy hands over each others glistening wet
bodies.
    “Oh,shit, sorry!” Sara
blurted, and went to back out of the room. Matt look startled and
tried to position himself behind his naked girlfriend, although not
before Sara caught a glimpse of his sizable erection. Good for Erica,
she though to herself. Her friend stepped out of the shower
completely nude and wrapped a towel loosely around herself, leaving
her boyfriend cowering in the corner of the shower.
    “Sara! You're back, I thought you
might have gone out. Sorry I forgot to lock the door.” Erica
giggled, entirely unembarrassed. By the slight lilt in her voice,
Sara guessed she'd had a few glasses of wine already.
    “No problem, I'll wait till
you're done.”
    Erica laughed again. “We might be
a little while. Did you just get back from work? It's so late! I feel
like all you do is work these days, I never see you.”
    Sara felt