The Best Friend Scandal - Lucia Jordan Page 0,49

models is contracted through the first couple of weeks following the retail release. After that, their contract is over, and it’s on to new models for further projects. I’ve hired Kerynne, Cai, and their whole group for several past projects, but that doesn’t mean that I need to hire them again. There are tons of good models to choose from in New York City. We can pick and hire whoever we want to.”

“We?”

“Yes, we,” I said. “We’re a team now, right? In more ways than one.”

“I like that,” Hensley said as she leaned up on her arm to kiss me.”

“Me too.”

18

*** (Arlo Continued)

Waking up with Hensley in my arms was the most amazing feeling ever. I caught myself feeling like I wanted it to be this way every morning.

Henley put her hand on my thigh as I was driving while we rode into work together in the morning, and I clasped my fingers around hers. I could definitely get used to all of this with her really, really quickly if I let myself. When we got to work, almost everyone was already there. Today I would meet with everyone who was a part of the show to talk about the new line's roll-out. I had two more weeks with these models, and during that time, I would have them make high-end retail store appearances, do a few more promotional shoots, and all of the marketing that I wanted to get done with their faces attached to it.

Yes, I was still furious with Kerynne, but all of the other models would follow her lead. So it wouldn’t be at all productive of me to linger on what had happened at the runway show, even though I wanted to grab her by her long hair and drag her down the runway naked in front of the press so she could feel how Hensley had felt. All of that aside, maybe if the entire incident hadn’t happened, I never would have kissed Hensley and we wouldn’t have been riding into work together this morning after a blissful night of lovemaking. For that reason, more so than the other, I was willing to drop it and just move on. I wasn’t, however, willing to put up with any more of her shitty treatment of Hensley, though, and I would be keeping a watchful eye on things today.

While the models were waiting in one of the design rooms for me, Hensley and I went to my office to pick up a few notes from the show that the designers had left, which I wanted to share with everyone. I saw that the staff member I had put in charge of the sheer dress had done exactly as instructed. The dress was hanging on the garment rack in my office with a note attached to the front of the bag that said it was still in pristine condition. Perfect. I had a plan for that dress. I went to my desk to pick up the notes, and I saw Hensley carefully unzipping the top of the bag to peek inside. She loved that dress, too.

When she saw me watching her, she zipped the bag back up.

“You don’t need to put it away,” I said. “It’s your dress.”

“Technically, it’s your dress now,” she said. “I love this dress. I think it’s probably my favorite creation I have ever designed.”

I got a small inkling of a feeling that she was hoping that I would tell her she could just have it, but as I said, I had a plan for that dress.

“You looked breathtakingly, stunning when you put that dress on here in my office for the first time,” I said as I came close to her and leaned forward to kiss her.

She put her hand on my chest and kissed me back. “I feel like you might be biased,” she teased when our mouths pulled apart.

I reached for her hand and held it against the crotch of my pants, where I had already started to have a stiff, visceral reaction to the thought of seeing her in that dress again. “No bias here,” I said. “Just the truth.”

Hensley wrapped her hands around the outside fabric of my pants just enough that I could feel the pressure of her fingers against my swelling cock, which made the reaction intensify.

“Believe me now?” I asked.

She giggled, and I swear to God if there weren’t an entire room full of people waiting for us, I would have taken her right there