Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,122
her as we wait for traffic to move in the valet line.
“All I need is the meeting, and then we can land her together.” She grins at me. “Right?”
That smile would have me agreeing to anything.
“If you can get her in the building, I can get her to sign on the dotted line.” I roam my gaze down her delicate, exposed throat. Her blond hair has been pulled up into a sleek ponytail that incites many filthy fantasies inside my dirty mind. My eyes land on her cleavage for a long moment before I pull them back up to her face. “What happens if you don’t get the meeting? Should I let you go?”
She rolls her eyes, reminding me of how young she is. “I’ll get the meeting. I’ll indulge you, though. If I don’t get the meeting, you can make me grab your coffee for a week or take your suits to the dry cleaners. I honestly don’t care because I’m going to do this.”
“So confident,” I murmur. “And if you get the meeting with Heather?”
“Then you have to go dancing with me after this.”
“I’m not going dancing.”
“If I win you will.”
“Chelsea,” I growl. “I don’t dance.”
“Liar.” She smirks. “I have seen plenty of tagged photos of you dancing at parties.”
I lift a brow at her. “Been stalking me?”
“I stalk everyone.” She lets out a laugh that makes my dick twitch. “Evan Swanson loves to dance. He’ll go with us. I promise. Remember, you’re still trying to woo the guy to keep him from switching teams.”
“He switched teams long before me,” I throw back.
“Are you always this difficult?”
“Always. And you have yourself a deal. I hope you don’t break a nail carrying all my suits back and forth to the dry cleaners.”
“Sounds like a job better cut out for Ryan. Hope those shoes are good for dancing.”
As Evan and his boyfriend, Quincy, preen in front of the cameras in the lobby, I stand unnecessarily close to Chelsea. Whatever perfume she’s wearing fucking calls to me. I’m distracted each time she laughs and her tits jiggle or the way she smiles with her whole face.
“Mr. Foster,” Evan says, finally done with his mini photoshoot. “So happy you could make it after all.”
We shake hands and I introduce Chelsea as my intern. She doesn’t sit back, meek and unsure. No, this girl was born for this, immediately chatting Evan up. He and Quincy are charmed by her, both of them grinning as she speaks. Pride swells up inside me. Last time, when I had Ryan with me, Evan didn’t wear such an unguarded, interested expression.
“Sorry,” Evan interrupts, “but I can’t wait another second, Chelsea, without asking. Your dress. Is it—”
“Dior?” She does a little spin, showing off the ensemble. “It was a race to get to Hudson Yards and back before tonight’s show, but I just knew you’d appreciate the extra effort.”
“Indeed,” Evan says with a wide grin.
Quincy chuckles. “Delilah was probably on shift this afternoon. She’s my favorite salesperson at Dior. No one recognizes me when I show up to buy prezzies for Evan, but just in case, she always makes sure to have a stack of things he might love ready for me in a private room when I show up.”
“Yes!” Chelsea nods her head, her blond ponytail swinging. “Delilah was a doll. We have a date for sushi soon.”
As she continues to chatter to the guys about their common love for Dior, my eyes skim the room. I notice Heather Caviche around the same time Chelsea does.
“Excuse me, boys. I just saw Heather Caviche and on her Instagram, she claimed she was going to try and smuggle her dog Pootsie in. I’m going to go say hello. Catch you in a few before the show starts.” She blows a kiss to them before prancing through the room, completely unaware of all the hungry stares of each male she passes.
“Intern, huh?” Evan asks, leaning in.
“We’re not dating,” I blurt out, dragging my gaze back to him. “She’s my best friend’s daughter.”
Quincy laughs and then excuses himself to go greet someone he knows.
“I was going to say, she’s a helluva lot more qualified than that. I was going to tease and say she would be taking over your job soon.” Evan’s sculpted brow arches high. “But, with how quickly you jumped to the defensive, I’d say you wish you were dating.”
I groan, rubbing at the back of my neck.
“She’s beautiful,” Evan says clutching my shoulder as if to comfort me