The DJ ends the song and makes an announcement: “Please turn your attention to the stage and your emcee for the evening. Please give her a round of applause and welcome your coordinator for tonight’s event, all the way from Elite PR & Marketing, Ms. Lisa Adams!” Lisa looks to the DJ and smiles, then nods a thank-you. The crowd cheers as Lisa waves. The spotlight is on her and she feels momentarily blinded. Finding Samuel in the crowd, he offers her an encouraging smile. Looking through the ballroom, all eyes are on her.
She swallows. “Thank-you all for coming out tonight. I won't keep you long, but I just wanted to give special thanks to a few people for helping make tonight possible. First to Samuel Clayton, the CEO of Elite PR & Marketing…thank-you for allowing tonight's event to come to fruition. Secondly, to the great coordinators at Elite…without you, none of tonight would be possible. And lastly, to the cast and crew we are here to celebrate with…tonight is about you." Lisa applauds with the crowd. "Thank-you again and enjoy yourselves. I'm Lisa Adams, your PR Event Coordinator." The crowd applauds as she slips her cards back into her clutch, tucking it underneath her arm. Walking towards the edge of the stage, one of the stagehands takes her hand and assists her down the steps. Turning to him, she nods her thanks.
Walking through the crowd and hearing many congratulations, she makes her way to the bar and orders a shot of vodka. Tossing it back quickly, she shakes her head and the bartender chuckles. "Good stuff tonight, Ms. Lisa." She looks up and smiles.
Turning, she finds Samuel talking to a few clients. He looks her way and they make eye contact. She watches his face light up as he takes her in. She smiles and makes her way towards him. He takes her breath away in his black tuxedo and black bowtie. The white button-down dress shirt makes a nice contrast to his dark hair. He's the living example of edible sex. Adjusting the sleeves on his tuxedo jacket, he holds out a hand for Lisa.
She slips her hand into his and smiles. “Samuel, you clean up well.”
Bringing her hand to his lips, he kisses it softly, never breaking eye contact. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” He winks and leans in, whispering, “You look stunning. I can't keep my eyes off of you.” He pulls back and smiles to her, releasing her hand. “Outstanding job tonight. Truly remarkable.” He rests his hand on the small of her back, leading her over to the bar.
The bartender approaches and sets a bottle of Grey Goose out on the bar. “Compliments for tonight’s event, Ms. Adams.” He smiles and pushes forward two frozen glasses.
“Wow, thank-you very much!” He nods to her, then turns to another waiting patron. She looks up at Samuel with a smile. “Would you care to share a drink with me? I can’t drink this whole thing alone.”
He nods. “Of course. Let’s go take a seat.” He points to an open table in a corner of the ballroom, leading her with a hand in the small of her back again. She enjoys his touch and allows him to lead her. He pulls out her seat and pushes it back in for her. Unbuttoning his tuxedo jacket, he takes a seat next to her. “Amazing work tonight. You pulled it off beautifully.”
Lisa grins, handing the bottle to him to open. “Thank-you, but I did have a great mentor.”
Chuckling, he takes the bottle and opens it. He pours her glass, then pours his own. He raises his glass in a toast. “To an amazing woman who pulled off the biggest PR event of the decade.” He clinks her glass and she grins.
Taking a long pull from her glass, the burning in Lisa’s throat reminds her of what happened earlier today in his office. Setting her glass down, she looks up at him with a smile. “So, what’s next?” She raises her brows.
Taken by surprise, he furrows his brows. “What’s next? I suppose we could go dance, if you like.”
“What?” She grins at him and playfully slaps his arm. "That's not what I meant."
Samuel chuckles. “There are a few accounts I’ve been working on with Steven that are up-and-coming clients, but we can talk about them later. Tonight is about you.” He takes another sip of his vodka as he watches Lisa. Setting his glass down, he says, “So, what’s next for you? Tonight, I mean?” Samuel gives Lisa a look, his eyes filled with sex appeal and longing, and she finds herself drawn to him.
She blinks, then smirks softly as she leans forward, resting her arm on her thigh to support herself. “If you’re lucky, you might find out.” She grins and moves her hand towards Samuel, pressing a finger into his chest. “You never know with me.”
She sits back in her chair and wonders where the hell that just came from. Feeling the blush touch her cheeks, she quickly picks up her vodka, taking another sip, turning it into a long drink. Setting her glass down, she notices Samuel's brows raised in amusement. He picks up the bottle of Grey Goose and refills her glass. Setting the bottle back down, he looks back at her as his eyes trail over her body.
“I might like that,” Samuel retorts. “I might enjoy that a lot.” He leans forward, resting his arm on the tabletop. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Lisa.” His finger glides gently across her hand.