I spot Xander across the room and wave him over to drag him in with me. I try to get him to make playful faces and whenever I whisper something dirty in his ear, he does. These pictures are for me, not for the tables. When we step out of the booth, I’m a little flushed myself.
Sashaying up to us, Aerie greets us in an extremely bubbly manner despite looking very businesslike—her hair is in a bun and she’s wearing a purple pantsuit with pumps, but surprisingly it’s low-cut and shows a hint of cleavage. We’ve spent a great deal of time together since I came back to LA. We get along so well. She’s even shown me some of her uncle’s music collection. She hugs me and cascades kisses on each cheek, then does the same to Xander, who looks utterly shocked at her exuberant display of affection.
“Where’s Jagger?” he asks her.
She gestures toward the makeshift bar with her wineglass. “Oh, Jack caught him on our way in and they’re huddled somewhere.”
Xander’s gaze follows mine across the room. They’re leaning against the bar with their heads together, each holding a glass of beer. Xander crosses his arms and lifts his brow. “What’s going on?”
Aerie giggles. “Jack wants Jagger to help him move No Led Zeppelin’s sound track release date up.”
“But it hasn’t finished filming yet, has it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “No, but Jack’s pushing for an early sound track release around Christmas and then a rerelease when No Led Zeppelin hits theaters.”
Xander nods. “Makes sense.”
“Yes, it’s a brilliant idea, but Jagger is still working on perfecting most of the songs,” Aerie says.
“Get River to help him,” Xander suggests.
“They’ve been coconspiring, but I think they might be spending more time playing around than actually focusing,” Aerie replies, rolling her eyes.
Xander chuckles. “Sounds like I’ll need to pay them a visit.”
Now I roll my eyes.
Aerie snatches the sleeve of photos I have in my hand. “Nice,” she says with a smirk. “I like the one of Xander licking your neck.”
He snags the photo strips from her and she laughs.
“Hey, do you think I can talk to you a minute?” Aerie asks Xander.
“Sure,” he says.
“There’s something I think you should know before it’s announced,” she adds, slipping back into business mode. Then she looks at me and says, “And you and I will catch up later. And don’t forget lunch tomorrow!”
I nod my head. She’s such a type A personality. “I’m going to get another drink. I’ll leave you two to talk.”
As I walk away, I feel a pair of hands grip my waist. “You forgot something,” Xander’s deep voice says into my ear.
I turn my head and feel the tickle of his whiskers against my skin. “What?” I purr.
He gently pulls my mouth to his, and a soft brush of our lips has me tingling all the way to my toes. He runs his cheek down my neck and groans wickedly in my ear before releasing me. And for some reason, this tiny display of affection seems so much more intimate than just a simple goodbye kiss—it has me flushing.
I can feel myself smoldering as he turns back toward Aerie. I stand there and watch him as the two of them engage in conversation. When I snort to myself and break out of my lovesick trance, I continue my journey toward the bar just as Phoebe turns the corner in a knockout champagne-colored gown. She sees me instantly and waves, motioning me over. I look her up and down. She’s dressed so elegantly, she even takes my breath away.
“You look beautiful.” I say.
She’s grinning from ear to ear. “Can I tell you something?” she asks, practically jumping out of her heels.
“Of course. You know that.”
“Nix and I got married today.”
“What?” I scream. I can’t believe they got married on the same day I got engaged. I’m so happy for her and Nix. It’s all so exciting and I want to share my news, but Xander and I agreed to let this night be about the album.
“It’s crazy, I know. We haven’t known each other that long, but it seemed like the right time. Nix loves his new job and I love my new teaching position. We decided what better way to start our new lives.”
“Congratulations, Phoebe! I’m so happy for you. And love doesn’t have a meter, so don’t worry about how long you’ve known each other.”
“Thanks, Ivy.” She’s beaming.
“Come on. Let’s find some champagne to celebrate.”
The night has just begun and I already feel like a princess—but not the molded pop princess that catapulted my career. This time I’m my own person, doing what I’ve always wanted to do—singing about life as I know it and putting my own soulful twist on it.