“So, Chloe,” he replied. “Let’s talk about this job.”
“Job?” I asked in surprise. I’d given up on thinking he was going to give me a real job and if he started talking about blow jobs and butt plugs in front of these people, I’d crawl under the table no matter how much wine was involved.
“Yes, I told you I was going to give you a job, didn’t I? Did you not believe me? Besides, if I don’t, Matilda will start asking questions, won’t she?”
“She already has,” I replied. “I just thought you said —,” I began.
“—Something came up,” he interrupted. “I think you’d be a good fit for it. It’s a little outside the box, but I think you can handle it.”
“Oh?” I asked. “What is it?”
“You’re a fashion designer, correct? Well, I don’t deal in the fashion industry, but I just bought a new hotel and I need an interior designer.”
“You want me to be an interior designer for a hotel?” I asked, my heart speeding up at the thought of such a huge job.
“Sure, why not? I mean, it’s not fashion, but I figure if you’ve got style then you’ve got style, right? What do you think?”
“Bear, I’ve never done anything like that before,” I protested, shaking my head.
“That’s okay, you’ll learn. If you need help, we’ll get you an assistant,” he said, with a dismissive wave. He lowered his eyelids, the blue darkening in his eyes as he peered at me intently. “I have faith in you, Chloe.”
“Th-thank you,” I stuttered, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst from my chest at any second.
“You’ll have a handsome salary, too, don’t worry,” he continued. “With a full benefits package, of course.”
I felt myself begin to blush again at the mention of the benefits and smiled at him.
“My mother will be happy to hear that,” I said.
“I thought she would,” he winked, his handsomeness taking my breath away. “Of course, I hope you realize that this doesn’t change anything about our previous arrangement. Everything we discussed earlier still holds.”
“Oh, right,” I said, my body tingling. “You don’t think that’s a conflict of interest?”
“I don’t really give a shit,” he said, the sternness returning, sending a jolt right through my spine.
“I see,” I replied, sipping my wine again, trying once more to desperately hide the turmoil bubbling inside of me.
How in the world would I know how to design a hotel?
And yet, how in the world could I ever say no to him?
“Does all of that work for you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, nodding, as I swallowed hard. “I mean, I still have questions…”
“Of course you do. And like I said, we have all the time in the world for questions.”
Our dinner arrived at that moment and instead of asking my questions, I ate.
Gloriously, slowly, decadently…I devoured each and every scrumptious bite of what was indeed the best meal I’ve ever eaten in my life. The wine kept flowing and I abandoned my intentions of slowing down. By the time our meal was finished, we’d finished the entire bottle.
I didn’t really feel it until I stood up to go to the ladies room. I made my way across the room, doing my best not to trip in my new Prada heels.
I need to find a way to incorporate some sturdy boots into my wardrobe if I’m going to be drinking like this, I thought, as I stumbled through the door of the ladies room and right into the most glamorous woman I’ve ever seen.
“Oh!” I slurred and stumbled back. “Excuse me!”
She’d been walking out as I was walking in and I ran right into her—my melting face doing a face plant right into her creamy, perfumed bosom.
Blood rushed to my face and I looked up at her. She was amazonian tall, looming over me in all her manicured perfection. Her long blonde hair flowed around her like a satin curtain, with shimmering waves of golden softness that looked like it would melt if you touched it. I resisted the urge to reach out and do just that. It looked as fine as cotton candy and yet there was so much of it. Once I finally made it past all the waves and looked into her face, I gasped.
Her eyes were purple. Elizabeth Taylor violet. I peered into them, drinking them in like I’d just seen a rare creature in the wild. Anger flashed through them like wildfire and I blinked and took another step back.
“Excuse me,” I said again, stepping around her, my eyes quickly trailing down and taking in the rest of her. Her black sequined gown fit her sculpted body like a glove, outlining every curve of her lean frame. In Portland, we’d say she had a yoga body. But this creature was so perfectly put together, I couldn’t help but wonder if some of it was man-made.
She was stunningly perfect.
But Mom always told me nobody was perfect. I walked past her and ran into the first stall of the luxurious lounge and wondered what this woman’s imperfections were.
It didn’t matter. I had plenty myself and the last thing I wanted to do was think about my own flaws right now, let alone anyone else’s.
I needed to get my head together.
First things first, I’d had entirely too much wine. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my composure.
Second, these shoes were fucking awful. You’d think the fact that they’d cost a small fortune they’d be more comfortable than they were, but they weren’t. They dug into my heel and caused the arch in my foot to cramp. I couldn’t wait to get them off. I yearned for the comfort of my boots once again.
I stood up and stumbled out of the stall and over to the sink, shaking my head the whole time. I turned on the gold plated faucet and watched the water run out in a thin, smooth line. I couldn’t help but muse about the fact that even the water seemed to flow better when money was involved. The sink in my studio back home sputtered and bubbled like a dying fish when I turned it on.
This new lifestyle was going to take some getting used to, but maybe it wasn’t so bad at all. Being out with Bear certainly wasn’t bad, either.
I looked up into the mirror and was shocked to see the woman still standing there. Leaning against the wall and casually checking her perfect scarlet nails, she looked up and smirked at me.
“I saw you with Bear,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Y-yes,” I replied, drying my hands and turning to her. “I’m Chloe,” I said, holding my hand out towards her.
She looked down at my hand suspended in the air between us and snarled. She literally fucking snarled! I pulled my arm back down to my side and took a deep breath.
“I’m Zoe,” she said. “Zoe Rothchild.”
“Nice to meet you,” I nodded, trying to muster a polite smile, despite her rudeness.
“You fuck him yet?” she asked suddenly, her violet eyes turning cold and hard.
My eyes widened in surprise.
“He’s my employer,” I replied, finally finding my voice.
“Oh, I see,” she nodded, her eyes trailing over me as she sized me up. “So, not yet.”
“Have you fucked him?” I asked, the wine shooting rare courage through my veins.
“Once,” she quipped. “Let’s just say he has certain peccadilloes that only appeal to a small audience.”
I nodded, biting my tongue, despite the urge to say something, anything, to knock this woman off her high-horse. I hated her instantly.
“Just watch yourself, Chloe,” she drawled, her lush red lips turning to a sickly smirk. “He may be powerful, handsome, and generous—but Bear Dalton is not at all what he seems,” she warned.
“You seem like a nice girl,” she shrugged, staring deeply into my eyes. “But be warned—Bear will eat you alive.”
I had no idea how to respond. Luckily, I didn’t have to.
She shook her head slowly before turning on her heel and walking out.
I exhaled and realized I’d been holding my breath the whole time.
Her words sliced right throug
h me, sending a dagger of doubt right into my gut.
* * *
At my front door two hours later, Bear paused before walking in behind me.
“Aren’t you coming in?” I asked, turning to him, hating that I’d slurred my words again.
“Not tonight, Beauty,” he said, planting a gentlemanly kiss on my cheek.
“Why not?” I asked, disappointment rushing into my heart. I’d been anticipating being alone with him all night. Each time he raised his glass to his lips, a tiny shiver ran through my body as I imagined how his touch would feel later. I’d even set out the best negligee I’d bought on my bed.
“Two reasons, darling,” he replied, his voice a low whisper in the hallway. “One, I have an early meeting in the morning. Two, you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!” I insisted.
“Chloe,” he smiled. “You’re adorable and I really don’t care if you had too much wine. I wanted you to have a good time tonight.”
“I did!” I replied. “That was the best steak I’ve ever had in my life!” I was being a little too enthusiastic, but it was easy to blame that on the wine too. “But I really wanted was to spend some time with you,” I said, reaching out and grabbing his tie.
I pulled him close, my lips brushing against his. He kissed me back tenderly, gently, so sweetly my heart swelled with emotion.
He pulled away, staring into my eyes as he reached up and grabbed my hand. He pulled it down, pressing it against his cock. It was rock hard, hot and throbbing in my hand, full of promise. My eyes widened in surprise and I squeezed gently, a tiny moan escaping from my mouth.