Chapter 11
Ellis
“Where the hell have you been?” Medea snarled in her affectionate sort of way. She grabbed Ellis the instant he opened the stairwell door onto the third floor of the Belmeade Center and began hauling him toward Bryn’s dressing room.
“Sorry,” Ellis said. “I wanted the right ones.”
Medea glared at him over one shoulder. “It’s not the damned flowers he needs, Ellis.”
“I know, but—”
“It’s less than half an hour to curtain. Honestly.”
Ellis smiled when he was sure Medea wasn’t looking. He let her drag him through the labyrinthine backstage, grateful he didn’t have to navigate on his own. He’d been to rehearsals for A Midsummer’s Night Dream with Bryn and had received quite the tour, complete with the dressing room blowjobs. Maybe that had to do with why finding his way w
