Fuck-me heels.
Working in this industry, I’ve gotten to know a lot about women’s style, fashion, and makeup. When you spend all day with dolled-up models, you definitely pick up a thing or two.
“This is Colton,” Blythe introduces. “And this is Regina, Bianca, and Karly.” She points to three women who are wearing strap dresses, which look more like mummy bandages wrapped around their tits and crotches, leaving their flat stomachs on show with diamond piercings shimmering from their belly buttons.
Blonde, brunette, and a redhead in order of introduction.
“Hi, ladies,” I greet them and get the general giggling responses of "Oh, I love your accent," and "Can you say that again?" It gets old after the first few hundred times I hear it. But they’re attractive, so I intend to invest my attention on them this evening.
“Come.” Blythe drags me from the gaggling women and stops at the bar. “What are you drinking?”
“Sparkling water, or juice,” I respond, reminding myself I have gym in the morning and don’t need a nasty hangover while working out. With all the bodies almost crammed together, it’s warmer here than it is outside, and I’ll be happy with a drink to cool me down. She orders water and a white wine, then turns to me.
“Tomorrow night, we’re having the launch party at Lush. It’s a local place, not far from your apartment, and it’s the place to be at the moment, which is the reason they chose it as the venue. It’s going to be filled with the who’s who of the media industry.”
“Sounds riveting,” I snark, but she doesn’t bite. I love a woman who’s able to banter with me, but Blythe is not that woman. Her cold exterior is not something I can handle. Even though she’s tough as nails, she does nothing more for me than look professional while helping me put dollars in my bank account.
“You need to be on your best behavior,” she warns me.
“Aren’t I always?” I chuckle. Picking up my drink, I head back to the three ladies I met a few moments ago and allow them to fawn over me. I take each one in, the blonde catching my attention first.
“So.” She sidles up to me, and I know what’s coming. “Do you have anyone to show you around?”
“No.” I take a sip of my drink as she drapes her lithe frame over me. “Perhaps you’re available to show me the sights of the city?” I ask. “I’ll pay handsomely.”
She laughs. “Perhaps we can leave here and go down to the hotel.” Her brow arches as her blue eyes dance with mischief and promise.
I’m about to answer her when I’m dragged away by my agent. “Like I said, behave.”
“Not my fault she wants to show me the sights,” I contend.
“Oh yeah,” she sasses. “I’m sure she wants to show you all the sights.” Blythe is stunning, but she’s aloof, closed off to any fun. Perhaps that’s what makes her the best in the business. But what she doesn’t get is that I’m single and I’m always ready for a party. And if Blondie over there wants to show me what’s between those slender thighs, who am I to deny her the privilege?
“Hey, I’m single. I’m guessing she is as well.” I shrug it off, taking a drink of my water. Blythe’s cold, shrewd glare is on me. She’s most certainly aware of my reputation back home. I may not be the guy you take home to your mother, but I’m certainly the man who will make you scream my name over and over again until you’ve forgotten your own.
“Just be careful,” she warns me in a hushed whisper. “The media is everywhere tonight. You don’t want to gain a reputation in New York too.”
“Of course not,” I smirk. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, “It’s not my fault women tend to offer me their hotel room keys when they meet me. Comes with the job. But don’t worry, I’ll behave, just for you.”
I turn and leave my agent, glaring a hole into my back and wrap my arm around the blonde. She’s all too happy to have me back in her orbit, and I lead her out of the bar, and I know tonight is going to be a good night.
When I open my eyes, a banging headache attacks me with a vengeance so fierce I groan in agony. Jesus, how much did I drink last night? I do remember a shot of tequila at almost midnight after some coaxing from the women, but I had water in my hand for most of the evening. I glance over to my left and find the opposite side of the bed empty.
Thank fuck.
I don’t need to have made a mistake by having a one-night stand when I promised Blythe I’d behave. Even though I’m not known for being celibate, I know I have to have my head in the game today.