Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (5 page)

“Maybe, I’ll just put my hair up or something,” I say.

“What? No! Let them curls loose, girl. I love them. Where’s that calm down spray?”

I laugh. “Calm down spray?”

“Yeah. You know. That stuff that you put in your hair that keeps it from getting frizzy, but holds curls.”

“Oh. That calm down spray. I’ll get it. It’s not a spray though, it’s more of a cream.”

“Whatever. Just put that in there and leave it down. It’ll look great with that dress.”

I do what she says, mostly because I don’t feel like putting it up. I grab the dress and start changing.

“Oh no. No! I can’t wear this.”

Emilie pops out of the bathroom, trying her hardest to feign innocence. “What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong. My boobs are gonna pop out of this thing!”

“No they won’t. I have double sided tape,” she says as she starts walking towards her backpack.

“Em, you’re pushing it with the length of this thing. It’s right under my ass and I won’t be able to bend over even a little without giving somebody a show. Now I have to worry about leaning over and having a tit pop out. Nope. Not doing it.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and twists her mouth at me. “Stop being such an old lady. You’re only twenty-four and you better wear dresses like that while you can. You have great boobs and the next time you go out, you’ll probably be fifty, and your boobs will be to your waist.”

I walk to the full length mirror and try to adjust myself as much as I can. It’s a sexy dress, no question. The gold looks good against my caramel skin tone, and because it’s a mini, it shows off my legs, which even I’ll admit I’m proud of. The drape sleeves are a nice touch, but it’s got a slit in the front that drops down to my belly button almost. With double sided tape I can make sure I have no nip slips and can keep most of my boobs covered. My stomach will be slightly exposed, but nothing too bad.

“I guess I’ll wear it.”

“Yes! I knew you’d change your mind when you saw yourself. You look hot! Maybe I should have picked that dress.”

“You’ll look good in the black one. Go put it on so we can go and I’ll tape myself up.”

She rushes to the bathroom to change, and I cover the girls up and hope that I have no accidents tonight. With a quick mascara touch up and some nude colored gloss to go over my lips, I’m ready for whatever tonight brings.

Em comes out of the bathroom, looking damn good in her black little dress that exposes pieces of tan skin on the right side of her body.

“We gonna be turnin’ heads tonight!” she says excitedly.

I laugh. “Let’s hope we don’t break any necks.”

We link arms and head out.

I only live a couple blocks from The Strip so it doesn’t take us long to get to where we’re going. Apparently we’re going to Ghostbar first. The cab drops us off in front of the The Palms and we hop out.

I cringe at the long line outside of the club. “Great. We should have come earlier.”

“Chill out. I got this,” Em says as she walks right up to the front of the line.

“What are you doing?” I whisper yell at her. “These people in line are gonna kill us.”

“No they won’t. We have VIP passes,” she says as she pulls out a couple of tickets from her purse.

“How’d you get those?” I ask.

“I got connections.”

We slip right in and instantly make our way to the Sky-Deck. We’re on the fifty-fifth floor of the hotel, and the view is amazing. We get a couple of drinks and walk to the Ghost-Deck, which is even more awesome. It’s basically a glass area that allows you to see straight down to The Strip.

“I definitely don’t take advantage of living here,” I say.

“I know you don’t. Crazy woman.”

After walking around for a little while, we luck out and find a couple of seats two guys just vacated. We sit down and sip our drinks while we people watch.

“So, what’s been going on with you? Work keeping you too busy to talk to your best friend?” Em asks.

“Yes actually. I’m planning some rich lady’s daughter’s wedding. The mom is very particular. I’ve been running around finding things for her and making sure the location is going to be set up the way she wants it. I can’t wait till this girl gets married. This has been stressful.”

“I couldn’t deal with rich people telling me what to do, unless it was Mr. Grey,” she says with a wink.

“Yeah you could if they paid you well enough,” I say with a laugh.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“They aren’t all rich people either, but I do seem to work with the Richie Rich’s a lot. Anyway, no work talk. Yuck.”

“Okay, gotcha. So guess who I saw the other day?” she asks with wide eyes.

“Oh God. Who?”

“Liam!”

“Ugh.” I scrunch my face in disgust.

“Oh come one. Don’t you want the scoop?”

“Not really, but I know you’re gonna tell me.”

“Yep! So I was about to close up the coffee shop, and he walks in, trying to look cool and shit, with his stupid sun glasses and scarf. Who wears a scarf when it’s a hundred degrees? Anyway, he sees me and tries giving me his ‘I’m-so-charming-smile’ like it would work on me. I kept cleaning and hoped Lisa would take care of him and he’d leave. Did that happen? Nooo!”

She pauses for a minute so she can take a drink.

“So he gets his drink and then walks over to me. I try ignoring him but he just stands there. When I finally look up, he smiles again. I asked him what he wanted and he said he just wanted to say hi and see how I was doing. Then he asked me how you were and if we were still friends and blah blah blah. I can’t believe him! I just turned around and went to the back. What a fucking bastard!” she yells.

“Yeah, he’s a douche.”

Emilie nods and takes another drink.

Liam is my ex-boyfriend. We dated for about eight months until he decided he wanted to kiss Emilie. I guess he thought Em was going to fall for his shit, but luckily for me I have a good friend. She slapped him and told me as soon as she got in touch with me. They were both out and ran into each other at a club. His excuse was that he was drunk, but I’m not stupid, he’s just a prick. I dumped him and Emilie was nervous that I’d hate her, but I know she didn’t do anything wrong. We’ve been friends for too long for me to ever worry about her backstabbing me. She’s like my sister. I’m just glad I didn’t waste more of my time on him.

After being at the club for a couple hours, we decide to go to another club. Well, Emilie decides. She doesn’t even tell me where we’re going next, but we get in the cab, ready to continue our night.

“So have you been on any dates lately?” I ask her.

“Dates? What are those?” she laughs.

“I know, right? What happened with that Steven guy?”

“Nothing happened. He was boring and barely touched me. I felt like this sex crazed person because I was always the one trying to put the moves on him. Talk about frustrating.”

“Yeah. That’s weird. Maybe he’s gay.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. I caught him watching Magic Mike one time.”

We both throw our heads back in laughter.

“What about you? You haven’t planned any functions for any young, hot billionaires lately that you can hook us up with?” she asks.

“Ha! I wish. If I did, I’d have told you already. The only guys I’ve worked for are old or hideous.”

“Boo that!”

“Indeed, but I have seen this one hot guy around at some of the functions I’ve planned. I don’t know what he does, but damn is he sexy!”

“Ooh! Do tell.”

“Well, there isn’t much to tell. He’s super tall, which is good for me, since I’m kind of tall myself. I’m not sure what his ethnicity is, he’s mixed for sure, but I don’t know with what. He’s always with a different girl every time I see him. Obviously a player, so that sucks.”

“You haven’t talked to him?” she asks as we pull up to some other place.

“No. I’m usually wandering around, making sure everything is going the way it needs to be. I don’t think he’s even noticed me. He’s always focused on the woman he’s with.”

“Well, let’s look for some sexy guys in here,” she says as we walk into some smaller club that I didn’t even see a sign for.

When we get to the bar, we order our drinks and try to find a place to sit. Luckily this place isn’t too packed. We find another smaller room that has a few couches and chairs with some tables. It’s much quieter in this room which is good because I’ve started getting a headache from all the bass music.

There are only a few other people in this room, all well-dressed.

“Look at all the Richie Riches in here,” Em whispers to me.

“I know. I was just thinking that.”

“Maybe I’ll find a hot billionaire to sweep me off my feet,” she says.

I hear a high pitched squeal followed by a laugh come from behind me and look back to see what’s going on.

I quickly turn back around. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“What?” Emilie says, looking behind us.

“No,” I say, trying to grab her arm.

“What? What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s the guy.”

“What guy?”

“The guy. The one I told you about earlier. He’s here and with a different chick.”

“Oh. Let me look,” she says.

“Okay. Be cool.”

“Always.”

She kind of glances around the room like she’s looking for a clock or something, then turns around completely.

“Oh wow. He’s delicious.”

“I know he is.”

“Like, lick him up and down, delicious.”

“I know!”

“You better jump on that.”

“I am not going to talk to him. He’s with some girl. He’s always with a girl. You know I don’t need any more of that shit in my life.”

She looks back at him.

“Em! Stop staring. You’re being obvious.”

“I don’t care. He’s yummy.”

“Apparently somebody else will be getting a taste tonight,” I say.

“Uh-oh,” she says, still looking at him.

“What?”

“He’s coming over here.”

I gasp. “No he’s not!”

She finally turns back. Her eyes are wide and she grabs for her drink. “No. Really.”

“Oh my gosh!”

“Be normal.”

I grab for my drink as the most attractive man I’ve ever seen walks up and stops right in front of me.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?” I say to her as she tries her best to act like I’m not standing in front of her.

As soon as I get a glimpse of those beautiful eyes and pouty lips, I know it’s her; the woman who got out of the cab the other night in front of Planet Hollywood.

“Yes?” she says quietly.

I don’t even know what I’m going to say. I had no plan before walking over here. I just knew I had to say something. It’s rare to see the same person twice in a city like this. Especially one you find attractive.

“I’m sorry if this is strange, but I just wanted to come over and say hi.”

I know that comes off as a stupid, cheesy line, but I guess it is. She doesn’t say anything. She only looks back at my date, letting me know that she knows I’m with somebody. Damn.

“Adrienne! Don’t be so rude!” her friend says, smacking her on the arm. “Sorry. This is Adrienne Miller and I’m Emilie Watson. We’re best friends. Who are you?”

Wow, she’s a talker, but she’s also just made my night by giving me this information. “Hi, Emilie,” I respond, giving her my most charming smile while I extend my hand to her. “I’m Jace.”

“Jace, you have beautiful eyes, do you know that?” she replies, still holding onto my hand.

“Thank you.”

“Adrienne, did you see his eyes? Just gorgeous,” she says, looking me up and down.

I pull my hand from her slowly and extend it to Adrienne. She hesitates, but her friend nudges her so she takes it. “It’s nice to meet you, Adrienne.”

She smiles politely, but looks around for my date. “Are you just going to leave your date over there all night?” she asks.

“No. I just wanted to introduce myself. I hope you ladies have a good night,” I say as I retreat back to my date for the evening.

Fuck. That didn’t go well at all. What the hell was she supposed to do? Give me her number or maybe invite me to sit down next to her while I’m on a date with someone else? Had I have seen her any other time, maybe I’d have had a chance.