Page 9 of The Bad Girl
Allison:I can’t wait! I have to go now, but text me when you want to meet up.
Nadine:Sure thing.
Allison:And Naddy, it’s really great hearing from you.
The line goes dead, and it takes me a full minute before I am sure I haven’t gone into shock. After six long years, I’m finally reuniting with my childhood best friend, someone I shared my most intimate hopes and dreams with.
My phone vibrates, and I look down to see a notification from Facebook, and this time, I’m pretty sure I’m going into shock.
Tom Decker, Allison’s brother, and my biggest crush, the man I tried erasing from my head by fucking half a dozen men—not all at once—just sent me a message.
?
Maxwell
Sayo Nguyen is just as beautiful as her pictures, too bad she’s twice the bitch any woman ought to be.
She chose the location for our rendezvous, flying in a famous chef from Japan. She also provided the entertainment for the evening, in the form of about twenty naked ladies done up in body paint performing some artistic endeavor that is somewhere between sex and murder.
Sayo looks on at the contortionist, her face a mask and devoid of emotion. As much as I would love to spend the evening staring at beautiful, naked women, I can’t help but wince at the various positions they maneuver into.
In between me and my ice queen date, a woman lies naked, sushi and sashimi covering her body.
I desperately look for a safe place for my eyes to land, and when I find none, I settle my gaze on Sayo, an ethereal beauty, the very image of what one would think a goddess would look like.
A silk wrap covers her svelte frame, but it’s so thin, it fails to hide anything as evident by her nipples fully visible through the fabric, but as attractive as she is, there’s nothing really sexy about her.
I eat another piece of sushi, trying not to be impolite, and I attempt to take in the show, but I can hardly concentrate, and where my mind keeps taking me is utterly surprising.
A Miss Nadine Winters in her too-small skirt is splayed on the concrete at my feet, looking up at me with her big blue eyes, her blonde hair covering half her face.
Never in the eighteen months that she’s worked for me have I ever considered that she’d be the type to wear something so…crass. It’s always hair done up, modest makeup, covered cleavage—which should be a crime with that body of hers—one-inch heels, nothing that would indicate a secret sex siren.
Now my body is having the proper reaction to the sex show before me, though it’s Nadine that has me ‘standing at attention.’
“You seem distracted,” Sayo’s monotone voice carries across the table.
I clear my throat, taking a sip of wine to buy me an extra moment to think through my response. “It’s almost as though you planned it, bringing such fine entertainment,” I finally say with a wink.
“Except, that’s not what has you distracted,” Sayo says with an edge to her voice.
I set down my chopsticks, knitting my fingers together. “Then let’s cut to the chase. I’m here because your father requested I take you out and be seen with you after whatever disaster happened in your last relationship. If you’d like, we can leave, and I’ll take you back to my place, and we can fuck until next Tuesday, but that’s about all I have to offer anyone at the moment. Now tell me, Sayo, why are you here?”
“I’m here because I’m a lesbian that my father is determined to sell off to the highest bidder. I have other plans.”
I get up, collect my coat, and turn to Sayo. “I appreciate your honesty, and I wish you the best of luck.”
“Likewise.”
