“You winced.” Gold star for stating the obvious, Brenda.
“I’m still adjusting to Aaron’s…ease of spending,” she said uncertainly.
“We don’t have to get this dress.” I grabbed the price tag. Two thousand dollars? Holy shit! “Okay, we definitely don’t have to get this dress.”
“No, we do.” She sighed. “Aside from the fact this dress is fucking perfect for you, I was given a preapproved list of wedding boutiques.” She pursed her lips.
A bubble of laughter bursted from me. “Are you kidding me?”
“I wish. He gave me six stores to find you a bridesmaid dress. I added the other four. He said, and I quote, ’Baby, I don’t give a shit how much you spend on a fucking bridesmaid dress. What matters to me is that you have the wedding you’ve always dreamed of—regardless of the cost. So go to these stores and shop up a sto
He stepped out of the elevator, and the logo on his sweater was of a local private courier company. I frowned sign for the package and walked back into the apartment. I placed it on my kitchen table and studied it. The box was plain aside from my name scrawled on it.Tentatively, I opened it and pushed the tissue paper aside. And I stared right at a fucking blue lingerie set.Close your eyes, Liv. Deep breaths. Deep brea—Fuck this shit. I shoved my feet in my Uggs and tied my hair in a knot on top of my head, barely stopping to grab a zipped sweater before swiping my car keys and flying down the stairs. That assuming bastard. That annoying, assuming, forceful bastard.I called Dayton and switched it to hands-free, pulled out of the parking lot.“Miss me already?”“Fuck off. Do you know where Ivan is?”“Already? Really, Brenda.”“Oh, believe me. He’s about to get fu
My phone rang, breaking through the silence. I grabbed it and held my breath when my agent’s name flashed on the screen.“Modester,” I answer.“Brenda! Fantastic news. Balfour are interested in you coming in for a test shoot. Are you free Thursday?”“What time?”“Between twelve and three.”I ran through my shifts in my head. “Yes, at twelve. I’m supposed to work at one, but Donny won’t mind.” As long as I wore an extra-tight, extra-low-cut shirt that day.“Fabulous. I’ll call them back to confirm. Also, you should know they’re testing twenty girls.”“Ouch.”“That was my first thought—but I have confidence in you, Brenda. And I have a question.”“Hmm?”“Were you comfortable shooting with Ivan?”Oh, I was comfortable all right. “Yep.”&l
“Trust me,” he shouted, getting the attention of the bartender.Dammit. I hated that he could read me so well.He placed two drinks in front of us—white wine for me and a beer for him. “Let’s talk.”“About what? The weather? Isn’t that a Brit’s favorite topic?”His lips curved into a wry smile. “Hardy-fucking-har. For the record, Seattle’s weather is about as shit as London’s.”I grinned.“No, smartarse. I mean talk in general. You know, like people do.”I drew a line between us on the table. He got my meaning and instantly rubbed it out with his finger. Dick.“I want to know how you and Dayton ended up best friends. You are nothing alike.”My smile widened. “Isn’t that the best part? Opposites attract and all that. Besides, you’d be surprised how alike we actually are.”“I don&
“He’s Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British!” he all but squealed.Thank you, Shaw, you rat bastard.“Nice to see you, Shaw. We’ll catch up soon. Goodbye!” I pushed my apartment door open and walked in.Ivan was laughing behind me, and as much as I was annoyed at Shaw for blurting that out, I was thankful that he cut through the tension.“Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British, huh?”I clapped my hands to my flaming cheeks. “I didn’t know your name. I had to call you something when I explained to my other best friend how you stole my orgasm and that pretty much summed it up.”“I stole your orgasm?”“Eh. You gave it back, so who cares?”“Want another?” He kissed the back of my neck.I turned to face him and gripped the collar of his shirt. “I’m not going to argue if you insist.”“
I could feel his eyes burning into me through the camera lens. My body had been tingling for the past half an hour as he was taking the shots. I was not sure how no one else in the room could feel the tension.I could. It was zinging between us, coated in a sweet layer of lust.“And we’re done,” Ivan said, lowering his camera. He turned away, and I took the robe offered to me by a wardrobe assistant. I was tying the belt around my waist when he said, “Would you like to take a look?”“I’d love to,” I responded, polite and professional. I joined him at his laptop and took the seat in front of him.He placed one hand on the back of the chair and one on a wireless mouse. He leaned forward, and his breath fluttered my hair, his thumb gently stroking my back. No one could see—they were all too busy. This was a stolen private moment in an open, professional setting.“Here we are.” He double
They ignored me, so I whistled. They stopped and looked at me like did a few other people.“If you’re gonna do that, take it outside!” I yelled over the music, pointing to the door.They seemed to consider it for a moment before shrugging it off and walking in opposite directions. I poured a round of tequila shots, completed with lime and salt, and finally had five seconds to breathe.A pee would be great though.“It’s mental in here.”I turned in the direction of Ivan’s voice and smiled. “I have to stay on for two hours. I’m sorry.”“No worries. Want me to go or wait here?”“You can go if you want. It’s kind of crazy in here.”“I’ll wait.” He winked.I was being yelled at for another beer, so I held a finger up. “I’ll get you a drink as soon as I have a second. I promise.” I ran to the middle of
“I don’t want to know him. Not that way—not right down to where it matters. I’m not ready for that.” I blew into my coffee. “I just needed to say it out loud.” I took a large gulp of coffee. Ouch.“Okay. But you do know…”“That’s he’s a sex addict? Yep. What are the chances, right? A sex addict and a love addict in a relationship that’s not really a relationship at all. We should sell our story to Disney and see if they can create a happily ever after out of this shit.”“Looking for tips?” Dayton teased.“Happily ever after? A way out? I’m not fussy.” I snorted.The apartment door opened and Ivan walked through with Aaron. Neither looked happy.“What did you do to them?” I whispered to Dayton.She grinned. “Did you get your suits fitted?”Well, that’ll be it.&ldq
“He needs you.” Dangerous words. Very dangerous words.I pulled out my phone and texted Ivan.Wait.I took the elevator down and found him in the parking lot, resting against his car. “You weren’t thinking of leaving without me, were you?”He dragged his eyes up to me, and I dropped the corner of my shirt over my shoulder, revealing my light-pink bra strap. Heat flared in the depths of his eyes, a desperate heat, and I got into his car without saying another word.I lied on his bed on my stomach while he was on the phone with his mom in Los Angeles. He was out there for a while, and I was nosy, so I opened the drawers of his bedside cabinet. Contradicting myself at every turn, I knew.As much as I didn’t want to know Ivan any better, I had a crazy desire to find out every little thing. I was trying to convince myself that it was a natural thing when you like a guy, but I knew it was not. That desi