fantastic idea. Just what we all need.” I stood up, grinning to myself, already scheming how I was going to sneak a drink... or two... or more. I was stoked and I couldn't wait to call Niki and tell her the plan.
I gave Coach a high five and ducked out of the RV, eager to get to my cell phone. I skipped up the two steps to the inside of my trailer and reached for my cell phone on the counter. I called Niki before even taking off my riding gear.
Damn. Voicemail again .
She had been busy every day, and even a couple of evenings, working for that photographer dude, but she he couldn’t possibly expect her to work on a Saturday night. I left her a message saying she had better be off work tomorrow night because we were going to party the night away. As I ended the message, I heard a knock at my trailer door and the voice of Jamie, my mechanic, yelled my name through its flimsy construction.
“Dude, you can open the door before you talk, asshole.” I laughed as I swung open the door. The look on his face told me it was time for some tuning adjustments on the bike.
“Did you miss me?” Jamie quipped.
“Like my balls miss jock itch.”
“You got ball?”
I shoved my phone in the pocket of my riding pants with a grin and said, “Come on, Dorothy, let's go.” I pulled the rattling aluminum door shut behind us, my chances of getting the afternoon off had just been shot to hell.
Chapter 14
Niki
M y first two weeks in Italy had flown by in a flash. I only had another two weeks to soak in all the details of the fashion world via my temporary job as Giovanni Cavallini's assistant. I couldn't have asked for a better way to meet people in the industry. It had been an amazing experience so far, and working for Gio had turned out okay. After an intense start, he had withdrawn his fangs and didn't bother me with unwanted advances, turning out to be more professional as the days went by. He was always booked with gigs, with shoots almost every day and even some at night, though I suppose that shouldn't have surprised me. Everyone wanted the best, and after seeing his photographs, he was definitely one of the best. And even better, I had met several famous Italian designers.
It was Friday and I was busy preparing a set for tonight's shoot, holding a large multicolored backdrop, when I heard the buzzing from my phone. I had left it on the desk that Gio used for his computer, next to the prop area. It could only be Jesse. If I wasn’t with Jesse, I was with Gio. They were the only two people I received calls from here in Italy. I dropped the heavy board but I couldn't run to my phone in time and the call went to voicemail. Just when I was about to open the contacts on my phone, Gio yelled out, “Niki, come help with this light umbrella. I want to take a reading with my light meter. Stand here like you’re the model and let me take a reading.” Without even a moment for me to respond, he barked out, “Come, come.”
I had learned that Gio could be very demanding and also that if I didn’t comply he would be pouting around all evening. I sighed and put my phone back on the table without having a chance to listen to the message from Jesse.
After another hour, I was finished and checked my messages before leaving. A smile spread across my face as I listened to the voicemail Jesse had left. It said that we had been invited to a club opening in Milan tomorrow night. Finally, a chance to go out together. It also gave me the perfect excuse. Gio had asked me to attend a fashion show with him tomorrow night, saying it would be a great networking opportunity; but that had to take a back seat, now. Of course, Gio would mope about that, but he would just have to get over it. I had been working my butt off for free, even several evenings despite his promise that I would only work in the daytime. Even if Jesse and I weren’t going out, there was no way I would plan on spending Saturday night away from my love.
I clicked off the
I gave Coach a high five and ducked out of the RV, eager to get to my cell phone. I skipped up the two steps to the inside of my trailer and reached for my cell phone on the counter. I called Niki before even taking off my riding gear.
Damn. Voicemail again .
She had been busy every day, and even a couple of evenings, working for that photographer dude, but she he couldn’t possibly expect her to work on a Saturday night. I left her a message saying she had better be off work tomorrow night because we were going to party the night away. As I ended the message, I heard a knock at my trailer door and the voice of Jamie, my mechanic, yelled my name through its flimsy construction.
“Dude, you can open the door before you talk, asshole.” I laughed as I swung open the door. The look on his face told me it was time for some tuning adjustments on the bike.
“Did you miss me?” Jamie quipped.
“Like my balls miss jock itch.”
“You got ball?”
I shoved my phone in the pocket of my riding pants with a grin and said, “Come on, Dorothy, let's go.” I pulled the rattling aluminum door shut behind us, my chances of getting the afternoon off had just been shot to hell.
Chapter 14
Niki
M y first two weeks in Italy had flown by in a flash. I only had another two weeks to soak in all the details of the fashion world via my temporary job as Giovanni Cavallini's assistant. I couldn't have asked for a better way to meet people in the industry. It had been an amazing experience so far, and working for Gio had turned out okay. After an intense start, he had withdrawn his fangs and didn't bother me with unwanted advances, turning out to be more professional as the days went by. He was always booked with gigs, with shoots almost every day and even some at night, though I suppose that shouldn't have surprised me. Everyone wanted the best, and after seeing his photographs, he was definitely one of the best. And even better, I had met several famous Italian designers.
It was Friday and I was busy preparing a set for tonight's shoot, holding a large multicolored backdrop, when I heard the buzzing from my phone. I had left it on the desk that Gio used for his computer, next to the prop area. It could only be Jesse. If I wasn’t with Jesse, I was with Gio. They were the only two people I received calls from here in Italy. I dropped the heavy board but I couldn't run to my phone in time and the call went to voicemail. Just when I was about to open the contacts on my phone, Gio yelled out, “Niki, come help with this light umbrella. I want to take a reading with my light meter. Stand here like you’re the model and let me take a reading.” Without even a moment for me to respond, he barked out, “Come, come.”
I had learned that Gio could be very demanding and also that if I didn’t comply he would be pouting around all evening. I sighed and put my phone back on the table without having a chance to listen to the message from Jesse.
After another hour, I was finished and checked my messages before leaving. A smile spread across my face as I listened to the voicemail Jesse had left. It said that we had been invited to a club opening in Milan tomorrow night. Finally, a chance to go out together. It also gave me the perfect excuse. Gio had asked me to attend a fashion show with him tomorrow night, saying it would be a great networking opportunity; but that had to take a back seat, now. Of course, Gio would mope about that, but he would just have to get over it. I had been working my butt off for free, even several evenings despite his promise that I would only work in the daytime. Even if Jesse and I weren’t going out, there was no way I would plan on spending Saturday night away from my love.
I clicked off the
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