Beautiful Entourage (7 page)

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“You can’t have it all, right?”

Actually, he could. He had the looks, the intelligence, and the charm. “Have you done modeling?”

His eyes turned back to me then he quickly looked away. A light coloring filled his cheeks. Then a grin broke out on his face. He turned back to me, the redness still in his face.

I loved seeing him smile. I’d never been so moved by the simple gesture before. A smile from John never gave me butterflies the way it did with Rhett.

“That’s a flattering thing to say,” he said. “But no, I’ve never modeled and I don’t plan to.”

“Well, it’s always an option.”

“It’s not for me,” he said simply.

“So, all the men you work with are your friends?”

“Yes,” he answered. “One has been my best friend since grade school, and the others are guys I met on the journey.”

“Then work must be a lot of fun.”

“It is.” The smile reappeared. “We don’t interact often. But we have stories to tell—a lot of stories.”

“Are you going to tell them about me?”

His eyes turned serious as he regarded me. He rubbed his chin before he returned his hand to the table. “I will.”

“And what will you say?” I had no idea why I asked that. It just came out. My boldness surprised even me.

“That you’re beautiful and a delight to talk to.”

I smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You have nice eyes.”

Had he ever looked at his own? They were breathtaking. “I like yours.”

“I’ve always loved green eyes. They’re so bright and noticeable. Most people have blue or brown eyes. But it seems like no one ever has green ones.”

“I’ve never noticed.”

“Now you will,” he said. “So, when is my first outing as your man?”

His last words made my body tense. I wasn’t sure why. “There’s a work party this weekend. It’s a silent auction fundraiser for charity.”

“I thought your dad wasn’t generous with his money.”

“He never donates any himself,” I said. “But he throws the party for tax purposes.”

He nodded. “I understand. What evening?”

“Saturday.”

“What would you like me to wear?”

“I get to decide?” I asked incredulously.

“You’re paying me. I’m at your mercy.” He gave me a playful look.

“A suit.”

“What color?”

“Black,” I said.

“I can do that,” he said. “Would you like me to pick you up or meet you there?”

“You can pick me up.” I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing our meeting on the sidewalk.

He pushed his napkin toward me. “Write down your address and I’ll pick you up. What time?”

“It begins at seven.”

“I’ll be there at six thirty.”

I wrote down the address then slid it back to him.

He pocketed it. “Thank you, Aspen.”

I liked it when he said my name. The baritone of his voice made it come out sexy, even though he didn’t do it intentionally. Some people were naturally sexy. I was naturally not sexy. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he said. “We’ll get you that company.”

“I hope so.”

“And when we do, you better save the world.”

I stared into his eyes and almost forgot to speak. “I intend to.”

***

“Tell me what happened!” Harper walked through my door without knocking.

I was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal for dinner. “Uh, hi?”

“Uh, hello?” She jumped onto my couch. “So, what’s he like?”

I put down the cereal and turned to her. “Okay, you know how that waiter had a nice ass?”

“Yes…” She leaned forward in excitement.

“Well, this guy’s ass is a million times nicer than that.”

She smacked my arm. “Lucky!”

“He was dreamy. Like, wow.”

“Like, really wow?”

“Like, whoa.” I realized we sounded like teenage girls but I didn’t care.

“It’s a shame they don’t offer sex,” she said with a sigh. “I’d tell you to go for it.”

“He wouldn’t be nearly as dreamy if he did perform sexual favors for money.”

“If a guy is hot, he’s hot,” she said. “No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

Harper always saw things in black and white. I was more of a shades of gray type of person.

“I told you it was a good idea.”

“I haven’t introduced him to my father yet. It could be a disaster.”

“I find that extremely unlikely,” she said. “If he charmed you in five minutes, imagine what he could do to everyone else in an hour.”

“Well, since my father is straight, I doubt Rhett will have the same effect on him as he did on me.”

“Rhett?” she said. “That’s his name?”

“Yeah.”

“Even his name is hot.”

“I know. I wonder if that’s even his real name.”

“I bet his real name is even hotter, like Jasper or something.”

“Maybe,” I said with a chuckle.

“How awesome would it be if you two fell in love?” She clapped her hands excitedly.

“Whoa…hold on there. Let’s not get carried away.”

“It could happen.”

“It won’t,” I said firmly. “He made it clear he doesn’t date clients.”

“Maybe the right girl hasn’t come along…” She nudged me in the side playfully.

“This guy looks like he belongs on a billboard. There’s no way he’d be interested in me. I’m not fascinating, and I couldn’t even keep John around.”

She pointed her finger in my face and gave me a catfight look. “Don’t you ever say that again! That’s not true and you know it. John was just a weasel. You think he won’t do the same thing to Isabella that he did to you? He will, and she’ll hate her life. Do not let a man determine your value. Ever. That’s a sisterhood promise.”

She was right.

“My best friend is sexy as hell, has a great ass, and is the coolest person on the planet. You belong on a billboard long before this Rhett guy does.”

“You’ll change your mind once you see him.”

“Okay…maybe I will. But you still deserve your own billboard. Don’t let John make you doubt yourself. He’s just one shrimp in a sea of sharks. He’s nothing but a bottom feeder, munching on whatever is left over. His opinion is irrelevant.”

“You’re right.” Harper was always right. “Thanks for being my best friend.”

“It’s my job to tell you when you’re being stupid. And you’re being damn stupid.”

I smiled. “Thanks. So, how’d it go with waiter boy?”

“It was okay,” she said. “He was decent in bed.”

“Did he…you know?”

“Just say it, Aspen.” She rolled her eyes. “Did he make me come? Yes. But only once.”

“Only once?” I asked incredulously. I was lucky if John made me come at all. In our entire relationship, I think it happened three times. And it was in the beginning when the hormones were new for me. After that, it was pretty quiet down below.

“My future husband will know how to make me come more than once. That’s one of my requirements.”

“That’s oddly specific…and difficult to fulfill.”

“Hey, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”

“You’re putting a lot of pressure on him.”

She picked up my bowl of cereal and took a few bites.

“Uh…gross.”

She returned it to the coffee table. “What? I’ve used your toothbrush before.”

“When?” I demanded.

“The other day when I slept here.”

I cringed. “Harper!”

“What?” She feigned innocence. “Your immune system will be indestructible.”

I shook my head, thoroughly grossed out.

“Anyway,” she said. “I’ll tell you a secret about female sexuality. Are you listening?”

“What else am I doing?” I said sarcastically.

She ignored the jab. “Women need to be extremely comfortable and aroused in order to climax. So, really, the pressure isn’t on him. If we meet and he’s the one, I’ll be so into him that he won’t have to do much other than last five minutes. So, it’s not too much to ask for.”

As someone without much sexual experience, I couldn’t argue with that. “Let me know when that happens.”

“Oh, you’ll be the first to know. Actually, the second. I’ll make sure he knows when I give him a nice pat on the back.”

I chuckled. “So, you aren’t going to see that waiter again?”

“Probably not. He was cute and fun but I don’t see it going anywhere.”

“Well, back out on the prowl.”

“Does Rhett have a brother?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know much about him.”

“You were at coffee for an hour. Something was said.”

“We didn’t talk about his family,” I said. “Mostly work related stuff.”

“Did you tell him about John?”

“No way,” I said immediately. “I go out of my way to not humiliate myself in front of hot guys. At least, I make the attempt.”

“It’s not humiliating,” she argued.

“That my fiancé left me for my cousin?” I asked incredulously. “It’s extremely humiliating.”

Harper didn’t argue for once. “You know what would be fun?”

“Hmm?”

“If you took Rhett to some function where Isabella is. She would eat her heart out if she saw him. He would put John to shame.”

The idea of making Isabella, and admittedly, John, jealous did excite me. But I knew that was childish. “I’m not going out of my way to do that. I need Rhett for my father, nothing else.”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to kill two birds with one stone.”

I had a quick daydream of Rhett going with me to a family party. John stood at the edge, watching the way Rhett held me close and danced with me. Isabella grew angry and yelled at John for staring. Then he broke off his engagement to her in front of everyone and marched over to me. He pushed Rhett away and asked me to take him back. Instead, I kissed Rhett.

The dream faded away and a smile was on my face. “Yeah…maybe.”

Rhett

I arrived at her doorstep with an arrangement of lilies. Roses were too romantic so I never got those. They didn’t send the right message. I knocked on the door then adjusted my tie.

Aspen opened the door wearing a black gown covered in shiny glitter. Every time she moved, her dress sparkled like the stars in the universe. The dress was low-cut but I didn’t look. Her hair was curled in big, open waves. Unlike the other day, her face was covered in makeup. She reminded me of a Victoria’s Secret model on the runway. “Are those for me?”

I was dumbstruck, staring at her and unable to stop. Her beauty was obvious to me the first time I saw her, but now I was astounded by her transformation. She was beautiful without even trying, and when she did try, she outshone every woman in the world. What did a gorgeous girl like her need me for? “They are.” I recovered from the shock and handed them to her. “I hope you like them.”

She took them with a smile. “They’re beautiful.” She inhaled their scent and kept staring at them. “Wow.”

I was glad she liked them but I was surprised how much she appreciated them.

She stepped back inside her apartment then pulled a vase from under the sink. She inserted the flowers then filled it with water. Then she placed it on her kitchen table. “Perfect,” she said. “It’s nice to have flowers even when it’s not my birthday.”

“Is that a popular gift?” I asked.

“Harper, my best friend, always gets me flowers on my birthday. I do the same for her. It’s a tradition we’ve been doing for a long time.”

“That’s touching.” The idea of someone going out of their way to make Aspen smile made me happy. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” She grabbed her clutch and tucked it under her arm.

We walked out together then took a cab to the hotel. Aspen looked out her window and watched the traffic on the other side of the road.

I caught myself looking at her for an unusually long time. Then I focused my gaze out the window.

When we arrived, I helped her out then put my arm around her waist. “Is this okay?”

“More than okay.” She gave me a warm smile then walked forward.

The dinner was held at a fancy hotel, and there were people standing outside greeting each other. Aspen either didn’t recognize anyone or didn’t feel like talking because she headed straight to the entrance.

The event was held in a ballroom, and once we walked inside, I realized just how pristine it was. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, flutes carried on trays moved through the crowd, and everyone was decked out in their finest.

“Nice party,” I said.

“It looks nice on the outside, but beware, everyone is extremely boring.”

“They are?”

“We produce and sell oil,” she said. “It’s definitely not interesting.”

I liked her sarcasm as well as her positive energy. She had a good balance to it. She was fun to be around but she wasn’t overbearing. Most girls I escorted either spoke too much or too little. Aspen spoke just the right amount. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure.”

I stepped away from her and grabbed two flutes of champagne. When I handed the glass to her, she immediately took a long drink. “Nervous?” I asked with a smile.

She looked into my eyes then released a faint chuckle. “Do I make it obvious?”

“Why are you nervous?” I asked.

“I just hope Dad doesn’t see through my plan.”

“I’d be impressed if he did.”

She gave me another dazzling smile before she took another drink.

It was very rare for me to escort a woman who was more attractive than I was. Aspen wasn’t necessarily a woman you would see on the cover of a magazine, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Her eyes were shaped liked almonds, blending well into her face. The deep green color reminded me of freshly mowed lawn in the summer. I could even smell the grass. She was taller than the average woman. Being six two made short girls difficult to dance with and hold. Aspen was about five seven so that was a nice change. She had the confidence of a businesswoman that wouldn’t take no for an answer, but she also had the gentleness of a school counselor. She was lighthearted and fun, but she also had layers of depth. I was talented at reading people, and I think I pinned her down.

The greatest thing about her was her obvious disinterest in me. She didn’t drool when she stared at me like she was inspecting a piece of meat. She didn’t look into my eyes and melt into a puddle on the floor. She wasn’t enchanted like most women. She was indifferent. She said she wasn’t dating so I knew she wasn’t looking for romance. It made my life a lot easier. I hated rejecting women and making them cry. I hated being the bad guy. With Aspen, I didn’t have to worry about that.

My absolute favorite quality about her was her empathy. She sympathized with me, understanding that it was difficult for me to command respect from people when I told them what I did for a living. And she also understood that most women viewed me as a piece of ass. All they cared about was the package I came in, nothing else. And when I was seduced with roofies or other substances, it didn’t feel good. I had a new respect for women in that regard. They were constantly preyed upon because they were small and desirable. They were hardly respected as human beings.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

Her deep voice brought me back to the present. “How beautiful you look tonight.” It was the truth, in a way. I went off on a tangent but the thoughts stemmed from her appearance.

“You really are worth every penny.” She clanked her glass against mine then took a drink.

“I would have said it whether you paid me to or not.”

“You’re smooth,” she said playfully.

I knew she was dodging the compliment because she was used to men giving it to her, not because she didn’t believe me. She and I were alike in that respect. There were days when I wanted to wear a mask just so I could walk the world unnoticed. Aspen would do the same.

“Hey, watch this.” A guy a few feet away picked up a flute from a passing tray, and my eyes could hardly believe it as he poured the champagne on the waiter’s head. The guy bust up laughing, finding the action extremely humorous.

Did that just happen?

The waiter had the grace not to yell or start a fight. He held the tray without dropping it then wiped the liquid away with his sleeve.

“Hilarious, right?” The guy wore a tuxedo with a lime green bow tie. His face was covered in a full beard and his hair was long and unkempt. He looked like a homeless person who mugged someone outside the charity event.

Two guys stood beside him and they chuckled along, acting like two mindless cronies.

I wanted to intervene and do something but I honestly had no idea what was going on. Why would an attendee at a black tie party dump champagne on a waiter? It didn’t make any sense. Did the waiter do something?

“Jerome, give me your glass.” The guy reached for it and prepared to throw it again.

Whatever the reason they were throwing drinks, it was uncalled for. I took a step to intervene but it was too late.

Aspen marched over, her back perfectly straight, with the strength of a Roman soldier. Her gown trailed behind her, and her dress glittered as she moved. She carried herself with grace and confidence.

“When will you grow up, Lance?” She snatched the glass from him before he could throw it. “Don’t embarrass Dad like this.”

“Why don’t you take a chill pill?” he countered.

“Good one,” she said sarcastically. “Still using taunts from sixth grade. That’s really impressive.”

He narrowed his eyes at her and looked like he might hit her.

“No one is forcing you to stay,” she said. “Just leave if you’re going to be nothing but a nuisance to everyone.”

“Do you ever get tired of being a bitch?” he snapped.

My fists clenched at my sides.

“Another good one,” she said sarcastically. She turned away and walked back to me, her head held high and her shoulders back.

Lance grabbed another drink then prepared to throw it on Aspen.

I ran to him then knocked the glass down. “Touch my girlfriend and I’ll break your arm.”

The crowd noticed us and turned in our direction.

I gripped his arm then pinned it behind his back. Without hesitation, I kicked his knees out from under him, using my martial arts training. “Do you understand me?” I leaned toward his ear as I whispered.

“Fine,” he said in an aggravated voice. “Now get off me.”

I released him then turned away.

Aspen sighed when I reached her. Irritation was on her face, and the green color of her eyes became more prominent. Even though she was angry, her eyes looked more beautiful. “I really hate him sometimes.”

“Who is he?”

“My brother.”

I cocked an eyebrow, unable to believe it. “Are you sure?”

Her body relaxed from the drama and she chuckled. “Unfortunately.”

I turned back and watched him march off with his gang. “That guy?”

“Yes. He’s a typical loser who only cares about himself. He’s childish, immature, and just a pain in the backside. I’d kick his ass if we weren’t in public.”

“Why is he here?”

“He works for the company, mainly busywork.”

I found it hard to believe that guy could be serious for even a moment.

Aspen read my mind. “Dad employs him just because Lance is his son. For some reason, he turns a blind eye to everything he does. The employees used to complain about him because he was so disruptive and harassed the girls, but Dad dismissed all of their claims. Now they don’t even bother. It’s ironic since Dad screams at me for every little mistake I make, and most of them are completely out of my control, but his first born son can do no wrong.”

The more I got to know her, the more I realized she had to put up with a lot of shit.

“I’m sorry.” She rubbed her temple quickly then dropped her hand. “I’m babbling about my problems again.”

“No.” I pulled her closer to me and moved my hands to her hips. “These are the things I like to know about.”

Her playful attitude returned. “You’re like a therapist.”

“I’ve never thought about it that way, but yes, I suppose I am.”

She rested her head against my chest for a moment.

I was suddenly aware how close we were to one another. I wasn’t sure why. Her hair was styled perfectly and I didn’t want to mess it up so I didn’t rest my chin on her head like I wanted to. I just held her there.

“Aspen?”

She and I turned at the sound of her name.

“What was the commotion about?” He was an older man with white hair and a thick mustache. He wore glasses that made him look constantly angry. His suit looked expensive, and he carried himself like he owned the room and everything in it. I assumed this was her father. And I didn’t like him at all. Even if I knew nothing about the man, I wouldn’t like him. His body language, mannerisms, and tone of voice told me everything I needed to know.

Aspen’s eyes were greener than ever before. “Your son thought it would be fun to dump drinks on the waiter’s head.”

“Nonsense,” he said. “That couldn’t be right.”

How blind was this guy?

“Nonsense?” she asked incredulously. “I saw him do it.”

“I’m sure it was a mistake,” he said. “There’s no reason to get riled up.”

Aspen took a deep breath and controlled her anger. I could tell it took all of her strength not to snap. She was barely holding on. I brought her closer into my side to remind her I was there for support.

Her father caught the affection. “Who are you?” he asked rudely.

I brushed off his abrasiveness, extending my hand to shake his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lane. I’m Rhett, Aspen’s boyfriend.”

He eyed my hand before he took it. “Aspen’s boyfriend?”

“We’ve been dating for a while,” she said. “I’ve been eager for you to meet him and thought now was a good time.”

He eyed me up and down, practically getting my measurements.

I spoke before he could say something to piss off Aspen. “Your daughter tells me you’re an accomplished golfer. Just the other day, I finished with a seventy-two for an eighteen-hole course. It’s my best score so far.”