April (Calendar Girl #4) (8 page)

This time when she responded, she pursed her lips and leaned into the table. “If you were me, how would you go about making a move? Especially after last weekend’s attempt was a complete and utter fail.”

“Last week did suck a box of rocks.” I nodded.

“It wasn’t the only thing that was sucked,” she quipped.

My mouth dropped open in shock. “You made a sex joke!” I laughed.

Her own eyes widened and her cheeks pinked up. “I did!”

“There’s hope for you yet!” I exclaimed, and we both giggled. “Seriously though, Mason’s pretty easy.”

“Isn’t that the truth?” Her retort came right on the heels of the last one and blew me away.

I shook my head and covered my mouth. “Two in one night. Bust out the calendar, girl we need to mark this night off as the night Ms. Professional lost her poise and busted out her inner vixen!” 

She looked over at the balcony then calmed down. “I want to know though. I don’t have a lot of experience with approaching men when I want to you know…” she trailed off.

“Fuck?” I guessed.

“God! No. Well, yeah, but date is what I meant. Jeez, you’re just like him. So crass.” Holy hell. Was she right? Was I just like Mason? Nah, she’s just overly prim and proper. At least, that’s what I told myself to get past the potential truth in her statement.

Pushing my hair back into a twist and clipping it up with the claw I had dangling from the hem of my tank top, I cinched it into the bulk of the locks. “This is what you’re going to do. At the charity event this weekend, you’ll have a couple glasses of champagne to loosen up. You’ll flirt a little with him all night. Nothing impressive, you know, little touches here,” I slide my hand from the ball of her shoulder down to her elbow then pull back. “Maybe some hand clutching.” I clasped my hand with hers and proceeded to tug her to standing and walk around the living room. I’d stop, cock a hip, and bat my eyelashes at her then look away suddenly. “Make sure you give him some glances at your assets.”

At the word “assets” Rachel’s lips pinched tight. “I don’t really have any assets.” She mumbled.

I looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. “Girl, every woman has part of herself that attracts the opposite sex.” I looked her up and down. “You’ve got a serious set of legs. Wear something short. Get a nice push up bra and lift those girls and make sure a good glimpse of them is available in the dress you choose.” She nodded, so I continued. “Oh, and hair down. Remember how he mentioned he would like to see your hair down? Have it styled soft and in big curls to cascade down your back. If the dress has an open back, even better,” I waggled my eyes for emphasis.

“Why?” she asked and I wanted to groan and smack her upside the head. Could she possibly be that naïve when it came to men? The woman was in her early twenties for crying out loud. She had to have some idea how a man thought.

Instead of telling her all this, I just answer. “Because when men see open bare skin they think of sex. Thinking of sex and you in the same thought is a good thing when you want to ultimately bed Mace.”

“I want to be with Mason, not just um, go to bed with him.”

This time I couldn’t control the exasperated breath of air that left my lungs. “Men relate good sex with good times they could have with a good woman. Having a great sex life and being someone Mason wants to spend time with outside of the bedroom works in your favor. Though usually men think of the sex first. It’s just an animal instinct. So you got it all? You’re going to seduce Mason at the party this weekend?” I asked, giddy beyond reason.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

I scowled but understood there was no moving this girl any faster. She had a way about her, and I think after a few days of thinking about it and building up her courage, she’d make the right choice. “Promise?” I encouraged.

She smiled wide and it was true, her smile could light a dark room. “Promise.”

Mason entered the room then and shut the balcony door with one long limb and a push of his foot. “Are the two most beautiful women in all the world hungry or what?”

I shook my head. “Always a player,” I laughed and this time, Rachel did, too. I would have expected a sour expression not a chuckle.

Progress was good.

Chapter 6

Entering the swanky hotel venue for tonight’s Think Pink event had both Mason and me stunned. Pink balloons covered the entire ceiling, lighting reflected pink breast cancer ribbons and our new tagline “Think Pink” was splayed all over the pitch black walls. A disco ball swirled around shooting specks of white light in every direction. Soon, the guys would show and the doors would open. Waiters were receiving their instructions off in the corner. All of them wearing a pink t-shirt with our theme, and the girls were wearing a tank top that said “Save the Ta Ta’s” over their breasts. It was crass, it was fun, and it was a ball player’s type event.

Mason and I however, were dressed to the nines. He in a pristine black suit and a pink button up, the pink suspenders I asked every player to wear and a tie that had breast cancers ribbons all over it made him look like the professional he needed to be. His coppery brown hair was slicked back and his green eyes were dancing all over the place taking in the venue. High top tables with black cloths adorned with pink roses bunched into the center and tea lights glinting off their petals sat on each surface setting the mood. It was beautiful, classy, young and yet still hip.

“Mia…” his voice trailed off, clearly taking it all in and loving everything he saw. I beamed with pride. My first charity event looked amazing. Of course, it had a lot to do with the striking blonde that was walking our way. I thought I looked good in a hot pink cocktail gown, sequins catching the light and twinkling like the ball above our heads. Not even close. Rachel made her way from the back of the room. She wore a soft pink satin strapless number that came down to her knee but had a slit up to the hip giving the ultimate sex appeal with a sweetheart neckline that showed off her breasts. Her hair was down in the old Hollywood fashion style they wore back in the day. A shock of bright red lipstick topped her full lips. A fine line of black coal liner, gave the perfect cat-eye to her baby blues. I did not expect her to look the way she did. She was a pin-up girl slash classy dame.

Mason stood in silence, watching her approach. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were blazing hot. He’d never looked at me like that before. That steamy gaze was all for the tall blonde who made me feel positively whoreish in my flashy attire compared to her elegance.

“You guys look fantastic,” she cooed when she made it to us.

Mason looked her up and down, grabbed her by the waist, cupped her cheeks, and looked deeply into her eyes. She didn’t say a word, just allowed him to manhandle her and I knew why. Because it was alpha, it was smokin’ hot, and when a man like Mace grabbed you and handled you that way, you just took it and thanked the mighty Heaven’s that it was happening.

“You look fucking beautiful,” he said, his eyes searching hers. “Every man here is going to want you.”

“There’s only one man I want,” she responded with full confidence. If I wasn’t trying to shrink into the dark room and away from the duo, I would have high-fived her for that line. It was forward and pure sex; I’d give her props later.

“Is that right? Anyone I know,” he traced her face with his nose. She physically trembled in his arms. I almost felt the movement in my own body. It was like watching a steamy foreign film live; only I knew what the characters were saying.

She licked her lips and Mason’s eyes traced the movement. She so had him hook, line, and sinker. The man was a goner! “Maybe. I guess we’ll have to see how tonight goes,” she whispered so close to his mouth, he had to feel her breath against his own lips.

“Well, save a dance for me, eh?”

Rachel smiled a secret smile only for Mason. “I’ll have to check my dance card. Make sure it’s not already full.”

“There’s room for me. I’ll make room.” He smirked and she leaned into him and then pushed away slowly. He allowed it, but I wasn’t sure if the room got hotter or if it was just the heat these two were pushing off one another.

A bunch of the players arrived wearing much the same thing that Mason had on, suits, button ups, and pink galore. It was awesome. I couldn’t wait to find out how the auction would go. Thinking of auctions, I grabbed Rachel’s hand and led her over to the table where a wide variety of things were set out for silent bidding. Really expensive bottles of wine, memberships to clubs, trips, cruises, vacation rentals, you name it, it was on the silent auction table.

“So you invited the who’s who right?”

Rachel picked up a clipboard and nodded. “Yep, we have four hundred people confirmed RSVPs for tonight’s event, all that make seven figures a year.”

“Damn, I didn’t think there were that many rich people in the world.”

“Well, we’re dealing with celebrities, sports figures, team owners, sponsors and the like. We’ve got a lot of organizations coming just to get the face time so they’ll make a donation to look good and keep their in with the players and other investors involved. It’s a vicious circle when it comes to people, business, and their money. They like to show it off under the auspice of giving it back.”

“I don’t care much how they do it or why, just as long as we leave here tonight donating a lot to the cause. Do you think we’ll make at least fifty to a hundred thousand?”

At that comment, Rachel tipped her head back and laughed. Laughed so hard she had to put the tips of her fingers to her tear ducts to staunch the flow and not mess up her makeup. “Mia, if we don’t make a million tonight I’d be shocked.”

One million dollars. In a night. I’m working every day as an escort to rich dudes to make a million to pay back my father’s debt to his loan shark and we might make that much in an evening. “Unbelievable,” I gasped.

Her hand came up to my shoulder and squeezed. “Different type of lifestyle. Don’t worry, they can afford it.”

“I guess so. At least it’s all going to a really good cause. Mason will be pleased if we make that much for the charity.”

“Come on, let’s get this party started. People are starting to arrive.”

***

The next three hours flew by in a whirlwind of meeting people, hob-knobbing, drinking champagne, dancing to the DJ’s beats, and laughing with all the baseball wives. Everyone was having a blast and the last I checked, the auction table had hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of bids for the items being auctioned. Even if the player auction flopped, the charity would still get around half a million, which absolutely made me giddy with delight.

I shimmied on the dance floor sipping my pink champagne. All the drinks were pink tonight and flowing freely. The crowd was having a blast and everyone was in a very giving mood.

Rachel came up to me and grabbed my hand leading me off the dance floor. I pouted. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. It’s time for the Men of the Night Auction! Wanted to make sure you had perfect seats for the show.” Good looking out, I thought to myself. 

Oh yeah! Sexy baseball players stripping off their clothes. I pulled my cell phone out of the side of my boobs. Rachel looked at me and shook her head. “I can’t believe you can fit a cell phone in your bra. Men must love your chest.”

I looked down at my plump ta-ta’s and grinned. “Never had a complaint,” I offered and she giggled.

The auctioneer we hired came up to a long stage and stood off to the side by a podium. “Tonight, we have a special treat for the ladies out there. Seeing as this is a charity for women, we’re going to give the women something to bid on. Men, come on oooooouuuuuuut!” He said, drawing the word out. All twenty-five baseball players came out onto the stage and lined up. It was a thing of beauty. Veritable eye candy no matter where you looked. “We’ve got for your bidding pleasure…a date with a Red Sox baseball player! They take you out for no less than four hours for the date of your choice,” his voice tipped down, “within reason, ladies.”

The DJ started playing a saucy stripper type number and the third baseman walked out. “Oh my God, it’s Jacob Moore!” one woman screamed and threw up her pink paddle before the announcer even got the chance to ask for a bid.

“Well, looks like we’ve got some excited bidders. How about you take that jacket off and show the ladies what you’ve got hiding under there, Jake!” Jacob played along. His blond hair and blue eyes shined in the light. “How about we start the bid off at one thousand dollars!” Holy fuckballs! A thousand dollars as the starting bid! I couldn’t believe it.

Needless to say, it wasn’t enough. Jacob strutted around the stage, and the moment he unbuttoned his shirt, his bid upped to forty grand. “There are some seriously rich, horny chicks here,” I said to Rachel while clicking a pic of Jake and forwarding it to Gin.

Instantly, I got a response.

To: Mia Saunders

From: Skank-a-lot-a-Puss

I fucking hate you. Keep em coming…which is what I’d like to do to that piece of hot male action. 

I laughed and showed Rachel what Gin said. She shook her head. “I can’t believe you have your best friend in your phone as “Skank-a-lot-a-Puss.”

“Why not? It’s funny.”

She shrugged. “If you say so.”

We watched the outfielder go for another twenty thousand. Next up, left field. There was a woman standing by the stage literally drooling over his chocolate skin. He matched the color of dark chocolate perfectly. He went for fifty. That woman was not about to let him go for anything less. She started her bid at twenty-five.

I nudged Rachel in the shoulder, clicked a pic, and sent the dark beauty to Gin.

To: Mia Saunders

From: Skank-a-lot-a-Puss

Fuck me. I’d take such a giant bite out of that
chocolate ass. I wonder if he’d melt in my mouth and not in my hand.