Blue Shoes #1: New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance (Morris Music Book 6) by JJ Knight Read Free Book Online Page A

paperwork and no assistant.
    My boss, Chet Morris, walks into my glass-walled executive office.
    “You’re here,” he says.
    “Why wouldn’t I be here?”
    “I saw the pictures online. Are you okay?” He takes a seat in my visitor chair and looks pointedly at the bandage on my elbow. “You could sue someone,” he says.
    I reach for the jacket on the back of my chair and slip it on to cover the bandage. It’s cute when Dylan treats me like I’m helpless, but I don’t like it when other people do.
    “Nobody’s going to sue anybody,” I tell my boss.
    “We have a full cadre of lawyers here. They get restless if you don’t keep ‘em busy.”
    I smile and stare into Chet’s emerald green eyes. He has the same eyes as his father, the founder of the company. Thankfully, Chet doesn’t seem nearly as evil as Mr. Morris Senior. In fact, Chet is probably too decent to run a multi-million-dollar record label.
    “Do you mean the lawyers who do the contracts?” I ask. “They don’t do personal injury, do they?”
    “We’ve got everything covered.”
    I wave the idea away with one hand. “I’m not going to lawyer up. I just hope my grandmother doesn’t see the pictures of me falling down, or of my bloody elbow.”
    “She worries?”
    “Sort of. She’s always threatening to come here and kick them with her hiking boots.”
    Chet laughs, and I try to mask my worry by joining him. Every network seems to have paid for footage of my fall. The late-night talk show hosts are making fun of me, the clumsy farm girl fiancée of rising rock star Dylan Wolf. They showed my fall over and over, but of course they didn’t show any footage of the person who stole my wedding dress.
    “So, nothing’s broken?” Chet asks.
    “Nothing broken. Just bruised and scraped.”
    “Good.” He leans forward. “Because I need you for something.”
    I lift the stack of album cover designs I’ve been marking up. “I know.”
    “Not that stuff. You’re going to Rome.”
    “Rome? The one in Italy?” My mind is reeling. I’ve never even left America. I do have a passport, and we’ve been planning to travel more, but Dylan’s schedule is so hectic.
    Chet’s emerald green eyes are dancing. “Yes, the Rome that’s in Italy, you goofball. I’ve been trying to work better with our European distributor. It’s impossible to get them on the phone, because of the time zone difference. Well, you know how it’s been the last few months. They have a great infrastructure, but their marketing sucks.” He leans in for the closing. “Jess, I need you. I need you to teach them the magic of your ways.”
    I frown at the stack of work in front of me. I don’t have “magic ways.” I have a lot of “working through lunch” and “staying late,” but that’s hardly magic.
    Chet has been talking about this trip for weeks, and I keep telling him I’m too busy with work in L.A. He doesn’t know about the wedding, because nobody does.
    “Take the new guy,” I say. “He’s really smart. And I think he speaks Italian.”
    “He’s Dutch.”
    I look around my office for other ideas, other excuses. Dylan wants to take me to Rome some day. I can’t go right now, without him. Plus I have a secret wedding in a few weeks, and I still don’t have a dress.
    I groan and lean forward on my desk, cradling my face in my hands.
    Chet takes this as a sign of agreement from me.
    “Thanks for agreeing,” he says. “This will be great. We’ve got a hotel suite for our home base, and you’ll work from their offices. You can do this. You’ll guide their new marketing campaign and show them how to do a great launch.”
    “A launch? How long is this trip?”
    “About five weeks. They should have it down by then. Rome is amazing. Just wait until you see the Trevi fountain.”
    I get up from my desk and close the door to my office. We need privacy. My office isn’t soundproof, but as long as I keep my voice low, the others won’t hear