Page 36 of 14 Night Tryst

Cassie and Delilah Henderson, San Diego’s socialite royalties… at least they love to think so. They rose to fame two years ago when a video they made of Cassie dumping a guy on social media in the middle of a restaurant blew up. Honestly, nowadays it doesn’t take much. Anyone can be famous. Absolutely no talent required, just make a fool of yourself or a spectacle of someone else for others entertainment and people eat it up.

“Another social squad party?” I query though I already know the answer. Suzan smirks and nods as she pulls out her compact from her Gucci clutch and applies another coat of red lipstick. I frown watching her, “You look nice, where are you off to?”

“I have a brunch date with Logan Peirce to discuss the details of his gala dinner.” She answers, rubbing her lips together. “We’re meeting at the Sheridan.” The blood in my veins heat up when Logan’s name rolls past those dermal filled lips of hers. I swiftly spin to face the computer screen before she notices the irritated look on my face or the derisive eye roll.

Pushing aside the jealousy that’s burning a deep hole in my gut I focus on loading up the commission invoice to forward onto Suzan who will approve and forward it onto Logan’s finance team for payment. The entire organization I coordinated for him cost Logan just under fifteen thousand dollars. Suzan charges twenty percent commission for her jobs and mine is fifteen percent, and seeing as this is my booking, I’ll be getting over two thousand dollars on top of my base salary, which is absurdly low as an intern so the commission I do earn especially on jobs like these, really helps push my salary to a more sustainable sum. Lord knows, living in California isn’t exactly cheap and if I want to continue living here, I need to keep taking jobs that pay higher commission.

The vibrating of my phone on the desk distracts me from my thoughts. My heart skips a beat when I see Logan’s name pop up on my screen with a text.

Logan:

What time do you get off work tonight?

Me:

I should be finished by six.

I reply back and wait for the three little dots to appear and smile when they do almost instantly.

Logan:

Perfect.

I want that beautiful body naked and in my bed by eight.

Bring the rose.

I stare at my phone, grinning from ear to ear. The annoyance coursing through my body moments ago vanishes and I’m left thrumming with elation at the thought of seeing him again. He’s been wandering through my mind all day, and I’ll be honest, I fucking miss him and had to stop myself from texting him more than ten times throughout the day.

I’m on his mind and I love it. I’m the one he wants naked in his bed, not Suzan or any other woman, he wantsme. We send each other flirty text messages back and forth for the rest of the day until I leave work and head home to get ready.

“What does one wear to an open invitation to get their back blown out?” I ask Vee who is sitting crossed legged on the floor in front of my bed eating a bowl of left over pasta.

“Nothing,” she sniggers with a shrug and shoves another forkful of pasta into her mouth and chews gingerly while she eyes the outfits I’m holding up. “Bitty, by the sounds of it anything you wear will be torn off you the second you walk through the door. The man said he wants you naked right? So, give him what he wants and show up at his door wearing nothing but a pair of sexy heels and that gorgeous smile.”

I laugh at the ludicrousness of me showing up at his door butt naked. “Vee, come on, look at me? Do you honestly think I possess the bravado to pull off something so risqué?”

Venice blinks and her gaze sweeps over the length of me. “I’m looking at you and do you know what I see? A badass bitch who has brought a man twice her age to his knees.” I give her a deadpan look and she shakes her head and sets the bowl she’s holding down on the wooden floor beside her. “Sav, since you’ve met Logan, you’ve become this whole other person. You’re confident and bold. Gone is that naive girl that allowed boys to walk all over her and use her like a doormat.” Well, she’s not wrong there and good riddance. “You’ve always been stunning you just never believed it, and part of what makes you so beautiful is your kind nature and golden heart. Is it any wonder that Logan is having a hard time walking away from you?”

I shrug and hang up the black mini dress I’m holding. “Because he likes sex?”

Venice shakes her head, “No, because he clearly sees what his idiot son never could, and that’s how amazing you are—and I’m not just talking about this newfound side you’ve discovered that’s turned into a sexy little freak.”

I cackle at her last statement. “I’m actually a little mad at myself if I’m being honest, Vee. I’ve exhausted so much time trying to fit into other people’s conception of perfect that I completely lost sight of who I wanted to be.”

Venice nods, a wide smile spreading across her pretty face. “Yes, that’s what Hannah and I have been trying to tell you this whole time, Bitty. You don’t have to be perfect for anyone. All you need to do is turn up, enjoy your messy, beautiful, and imperfect journey that is your life and fuck everything else.”

Feeling invigorated I decide to be bold and give Vee’s suggestion a go and show up at his doornaked— well, maybe not completely naked, but wearing a long jacket that I can seductively untie when he answers the door and reveal my bare body underneath.

“You’re right, it’s my life and I’m going to start living it as I want to. I’m doing it, I’m going to show up at his door wearing a jacket and nothing else.” I say steadfastly and then look toward my wardrobe. “I don’t have a jacket long enough to cover my privates, though?”

Venice grins, baring every single one of her pearly white teeth and hops up to her feet. “Oh, but I do,” she croons and takes me by the hand and leads me toward her bedroom. “Come with me, you little hussy and let’s give that silver fox of yours another reason to worship you.”

My vagina rejoices at the thought of the look on his face when he sees me at his doorstep naked.

It’s the big gala dinner tomorrow night and Logan is being very tight lipped about what it is he has planned for us after the event. I’m still on the fence over the entire threesome discussion. Is he serious about seeing it though? And if he is, who does he have in mind for the second guy.

Oh boy, what if I’ve gone and jumped the gun and bit off a little more than I am ready to chew?

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