Eve's Evolution (Erotic Secrets No. 1) (3 page)

“Ma’am, ma’am!” Luke, their veteran bouncer, struggled to get her under control.

Matt sighed. “It’s okay. It’s okay. She’s with me.”

The pair stopped struggling long enough for Eve to find herself again. “Ma’am that’s not necessary. Mr. Chapman is here now. If he says you’re good for early entry it’s fine with us.” The super-bitch responded by spitting on the sidewalk and cussing a wild streak in Russian…or at least that’s what they guessed was happening.

“Sorry about that.” Matt turned to Eve and ran his hand through his hair.

“Girlfriend is a little crazy.”

“Not really a girlfriend.”

“Oh, so you’re one of those.”

“One of those?”

“Guys who just sleep with a bunch of women... commitment-phobes.” Eve began to silently dismiss him and get back to business.

“No, not one of those. Just haven’t found the one, so I have several instead.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, in about fifteen minutes the photographer should be here. I’d like you with each piece holding the authentication documents.”

“So, you don’t have some of ‘those?’”

“I… none of your business.” Eve arched her eyebrow and turned her back, busily fixing up her clipboard for the evening.

“Oh, so you do, have some of ‘those’... maybe we can talk later.”

Eve had been called out by Matt and she was definitely guilty. She pressed her lips together suppressing a smile then rolled onto her tip-toes, turning back towards Matt and whispered, “Maybe.” Eve jogged over to Jen faster than was necessary to get out of the situation.

“Nice to see you. Late night at the office?” Eve said.

“Oh my God, please—
”

“I don’t want to talk about it, and I’m sure you don’t either. Let’s just make the night a success. What you do with him is your business, but be
careful
. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“I know it’s stupid.”

“So is he the ‘someone special’?” Jen blushed a dark red that spread across her throat and chest. Eve interjected, “Say no more. Mr. Chapman is here already, so let’s finish everything up, okay?” Jen nodded and ran off to the back office area in the gallery.

Caterers and the photographer arrived. The bouncers set up the velvet ropes and received the guest list. The event was going off without a hitch when Geoff showed up.

“Mr. Smyth, happy to see you tonight. Everything is going well so far,” Eve said.

“Great Eve great, and about earlier,” Geoff began.

“I have no idea what you could be talking about.”

“Okay, good.” He sauntered off towards Matt and began schmoozing with buyers along the way.

They’d sold about $100,000 so far, which was great for a D.C. artist. They could easily double the total by the end of the night. Matt seemed quietly assured and pleased. Geoff was too quiet, which to Eve meant he was mentally calculating how much he could take off the top of tonight’s opening.

“You’ve done an excellent job tonight Eve, I’m very impressed.” Matt smiled at her.

“Well, it’s easy material to work with. Your metal sculpture is very hot right now. It’s very masculine… I really like it.”

“Then I insist you have a piece.”

Eve’s mouth dropped open, “No, no, I’m sorry I can’t accept it. I’d love to, but that’s too much.”

“I didn’t say you could have it for free. You have to do something for me.”

“That depends.”

“I want you to videotape yourself...
” he started and then paused to gauge her reaction, “... with another man.”

If Eve thought the offer of one of his artwork’s worth at this early stage tens of thousands of dollars and later who knows how many millions was shocking, this was way out of her league.

“Excuse me?”

He got closer to her and encircled his arm around her waist, “You heard me.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes, it’s that easy. Just ‘yes’.”

“Yes.” It fell out of her mouth before she could put it back in. Eve wanted to chase that ‘yes’ and shove back inside.

“I’ll send the address to you in an email. Deliver the tape to me in person afterwards. You have one week. Give me a call beforehand, so that I know you’re coming.”

“Okay.” Eve wondered if an alien had taken over her body. ‘Yes’ to sex tapes; ‘yes’ to potential liaisons with handsome strangers. What next?

“Evan,” Eve sang into the phone.

“Yeah? Oh, hey, Eve, long time, no speak.” Evan was Eve’s surfer boy of the past two years. Whenever she craved satisfaction, she called Evan.

“Wondered what you were up to tomorrow night?” Eve said.

“You, I hope.”

“Sounds good, 9 o’clock, your place?” Eve lowered her voice to quickly jam in the uncomfortable truth behind her visit, “Mind if I bring a friend?”

“Okay with me…that’s usually not your thing, well, ever.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not really alive.”

“What?” Evan’s mind just couldn’t keep up with the possibilities, so Eve decided to let him off easy.

“It’s a camera, Evan, don’t freak on me.”

“Oh, oh…that’s cool. Of course, you could—”

“No, no other women Evan, sorry.”

“Never hurts to ask. Can’t wait to see you.”

“See you then.” Evan’s blonde hair, blue eyed good looks appealed to her only some of the time; she usually went for her opposite type. Two natural blondes together could just get too crazy. Still, he was smart, and a little bit dangerous; deep down that risk appealed to her.

Eve finished her walk to a sub shop for lunch. She wished she had Jen to talk to, but she’d felt they’d separated ever since what she now mentally referred to as “the Smyth incident.” Most of the women in the office would rather stab her in the back then even have a simple lunch out, so she ordered and took a table in the back thinking about what might happen with Matt Chapman. She hadn’t considered the possibility that this could be a straight exchange, the tape for art and bye-bye, see ya later.

“Hey, nice tits,” a voice jeered. Eve looked up to see Mikey nearly bursting with laughter. “Oh my God, you should’ve seen your face!”

“Very funny. Sit, you. What’s going on?”

“Oh just stalking you. I was just going to the gym and saw you hiding out in the back here.”

“My usual lunch partner decided to get friendly with our creep boss.”

“Wow, sucks. You looked like you were deep in thought about something.”

“Just thinking about a proposal.”

Mikey’s hands slapped both sides of his face, as his mouth dropped wide open in silent awe.

“No, not that type of proposal. Put those gay wedding planner guns back in their holsters!”

“You can’t do that to me again, seriously. I almost had a heart attack, so at least tell me it has to do with a guy.”

“It does.”

“Not tellin’?”

“Maybe.”

“Oooh, sexy secrets. Those are the best kind!” Mikey settled into his chair; he clearly wasn’t letting her off without getting the dirt.

Eve paused for a minute and then pulled out the gallery opening brochure for Matt Chapman. She slid it across to Mikey, “This guy wants me to,” she leant in to whisper, “make a sex tape for him.”

“Fucking no way! Do it!” Mikey sized up Matt quickly as ‘do-able’ and dropped the brochure back on the table.

“I don’t know, it’s sort of, I don’t know,” she rubbed her temples thinking.

“Best not to think, just react physically.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you say.”

“You’re already carrying the guy’s picture around with you. I think you’ve already made up your mind. So don’t overthink it, go for it.” He got up from the table. “Need a soda? Want anything?”

Eve shook her head. She looked out onto V St in the U Street / Cardozo district, and suddenly had an urge to visit Cakelove around the corner, and bury her face in a huge buttercream frosting cupcake.

“No way, girl. You’re stress eating in your head. I can totally tell,” he said under his breath as he sat back down.

“It’s just not really like me. You know?”

“I think it’s exactly what you need, actually.”

“Really?”

“Definitely do it. You’ll totally kick yourself if you don’t.”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.”

“Okay, cheers…to new experiences.”

“Cheers!”

“And I will haunt you to your grave if you don’t go for this guy…just sayin’.”

“Okay, message received.” Eve crammed the brochure back into her overflowing purse. If she didn’t have to see it, maybe it hadn’t really happened.

*  *  *  *

Evan’s new place in Arlington looked like it was straight out of a Pottery Barn catalog.

“Don’t tell me you did all this?” Eve said, trailing her finger along the unused granite countertop.

“What? This stuff? No, just paid for it to get done. I’ve been traveling for about six months, and I just got back.” Evan’s good looks hid the fact that he was a very well-respected young agent in the CIA. His frequent trips to the Middle East were beginning to take a toll on him though. Each time he came back, Eve saw him get a bit rougher, a bit more tired. His cerulean eyes hadn’t lost their beauty, but the playfulness was gone.

Evan closed the door and pushed Eve up against the wall, immediately groping every inch he could put his hands on before she stopped him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. The night is young. I’m not going anywhere.” She squirmed out of his hold.

“C’mon, six months is a long time. You can’t get laid over there. I’m about ready to die. Literally,” he took her hand in his, “I think I will die without your sweet, sweet—” he tried to lift her skirt up quickly.

“Wow, I see we’re going to be short on foreplay today,” Eve squirmed out of his needy embrace. Evan hung his head down and dragged his feet back towards his beautiful kitchen done in ivory, natural woods, and a cheery French yellow. “It seriously looks like a woman lives here.”

“No, Eve. I’m not with anyone. I just let the designer do what she wanted, and then I had to leave. I mean we fucked, but you know, it happens.” He ran his hand through his hair and a smile played around his lips accentuating his dimples.

“Oh, ya know…we fucked whatever ya know,” she gently mocked as she lifted the digital camcorder.

“Ooh, she means business tonight,” Evan said. “Me likey.”

“Evan, you’re ridiculous.”

“I know, I know. Vodka?”

“Definitely, big glass, make it vodka cran or a greyhound, I don’t care which.” Eve wondered off towards the living room taking in the newly decorated space. “You spy guys are so sad. Never any pictures up. Not real ones anyway.”

“Yeah, well. Them’s the breaks. How’ve you been?”

“Good, good. Oh, but I caught my little friend at work fucking the boss.”

“Whoa! Walked in on them or sneaked a peek, or—
”

“Well, I don’t know, I guess peeked sort of, mostly walked in.” She took the greyhound from his calloused hands.

“Hot or not?”

“Ew! Not!”

“Sorry, I’m a guy!”

“I noticed.” Eve trailed his finger down his chest and licked her lips.

Evan smiled at her, “Couch?”

“Sure.” She coolly walked over to the couch and sat down. They drank in silence for a while. She got up and set up the camcorder.

“Oh, I have to insist on something.” Evan pulled out two, black half-masks that looked like they’d fit in at a Venetian black and white ball. “First, these, for both of us. Second, I need to have a copy of this.”

“Yeah, I forgot about that. You know we don’t have to—
”

“No, no, just put this on. It’s fine. Believe me, I need this.” Evan got up quickly to turn down the lights. Reseated, he seized Eve’s head in his hands and began to kiss her roughly. She
responded and let him push her down on the couch. He used his weight to hold her down and press his cock into her growing wetness. His hand went up her skirt as he yanked her underwear down to her knees. He sighed with relief as he plunged two fingers inside of her. She moaned with approval and reached for his hard cock that was straining against his pants. She rubbed it roughly; Evan’s stopped kissing her for a moment and jolted her upright, ripping her shirt off.

“Take it off, all of it, and stand up.”  He simply pointed his finger to the floor for her to deposit her clothes. He was in no mood for gentle touches and whispered little nothings... he wanted to fuck.

Eve stood, conscious again that they were being recorded. Not only would Evan definitely see this again, he could show it to his friends and Matt to his. She removed her bra and skirt, all that was left were her garters and stockings.

“Shoes off too. Come here,” he demanded. She obeyed him. He stood up and took off his clothes. “Kneel.”

She knelt and he grabbed a jar of Nutella from the coffee table. He rubbed a swirl onto his cock, and she obligingly licked it off in long strokes.