June (Calendar Girl #6) (14 page)

“Jesus Christ. They want you to sweep this under the rug. Because of a politician?” Tai’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Girlie, that is
not
okay. Justice must be served—” he started, but I cut him off.

“Tai, there’s more at stake than you know. And I’ll explain it to you. Later. When we’re alone, I promise.” My gaze caught his and I was silently begging him to listen and cool his jets. His mouth tightened and an eyebrow rose, but he stayed silent and held my hand a little tighter. Then on a deep inhalation and a slow exhalation, I said the words I would never in a million years picture me saying.

I was giving a prospective rapist a get-out-of-jail-free card. It took everything I had in me to think of all the men, women, and children in countries all over the world who would never have the modern medicine that we had in the States. Without the help from Warren’s project, they would never receive that help. He’d lose every single investor, especially Mr. Benoit, if the truth was made public. On the other end of the spectrum, the press wouldn’t have to dig too deep to find out who hired me and why. It would negatively affect more lives than just the Shipleys or my own but also the lives of Aunt Millie, Wes, Alec, Tony, Hector, Mason, the D’Amico’s who hired me last month for the swimsuit campaign, Tai and anyone else related to them.

Mind made up, I laid it out for Warren in the only way I could find some semblance of sanity and still look myself in the face tomorrow. “Warren, I won’t say anything and I won’t press charges, but I do have some demands.” Warren held my other hand and nodded. Kathleen continued to cry.

Slowly, I dished out the things I felt were fair. “He will go into rehab for his drinking. I don’t care if it’s a private, no-name place and he takes a leave of absence due to a family emergency. Make some shit up. Whatever it is, he needs help. He’ll also need anger management sessions with a qualified professional.”

“Done,” he answered without hesitation.

“And I want a hand-written letter saying that he will get that help, signed by him, with the original given to me. The letter will state he will do these things or I will take this to the press regardless of whether or not any statute of limitation may be in play on pressing charges passes. I will share that letter with the press detailing his commitment to get help. Do you understand?”

Warren tipped his head and kissed the top of my hand. “Mia…I’m sorry. Sweet girl, I’m so sorry. Thank you, thank you for being kind.”

“One last thing…the money.”

“Anything you want it’s yours. Millions, whatever.”

I choked on that. He was willing to give me millions of dollars to keep his son out of trouble and save his project. Then again, when a person had the kind of money Warren Shipley had, millions were probably a drop in the bucket. It made me sick to think he’d try to buy me off, but I knew his heart. His only goal was to help me, ease the pain in any way he could. Money was the normal way for someone who was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth.

“Not a dime. I will not take a cent. There will be no settlement or hush money exchanged. I’m not a whore; I’m a woman that he defiled. He should be going to jail for what he did to me, Warren, but because of you, and what you’re trying to do to help the world, the less fortunate, I’m backing down. I’m going against everything I believe in to make sure that nothing happens to stop this program moving forward. Don’t make me regret it.”

A couple of tears rolled down his face, and he rubbed them away hastily. I patted his cheek, and his eyes said he understood. That he knew exactly where I was coming from, what I was sacrificing, and that he’d respect the severity of it. He moved to take his leave. Kathleen folded me in her arms in that motherly way I adored and cried all over my shirt, while clutching me tightly. My back burned at the raw spots. Stoically, like a warrior fresh from battle, I gritted my teeth and hugged her through the pain. She needed it as much as I did.

***

For the few days after my release, I stayed in New York being pampered by Mason, Tai, Rachel, and Kathleen. Warren kept his distance though he sent me flowers twice a day. It took all of those days for Mason and Tai to get over their anger. Interestingly enough, the two of them hit it off famously, joking like old buddies, ribbing one another about sports teams, and the differences between the mainland and the islands.

Eventually, I talked Tai into going back home to his family and his girlfriend. Amy was incredibly supportive, sending me texts and funny messages to lift my spirits. She was a kind soul and I loved that Tai had her waiting at home.

On the last day with Tai, we sat on the balcony of the Four Seasons enjoying the view.

“Pretty amazing, huh?” I gestured with my foot to the view of the New York skyline.

Tai shrugged. “I prefer the expansive ocean and palm trees to massive structures and lights, but I can appreciate the appeal for some. Too busy, too crazy, too much of everything for me.” I took in what he said. Too much of everything. Boy, was he right about that.

I adjusted my foot, crossing one ankle over the other. Tai’s gaze zeroed in on my completely healed tattoo. He smiled so wide this time, and it wasn’t his normal sexy grin, it was a full blown all teeth and gums smile. His giant hand covered my ankle and pulled it into his lap. I swiveled on my chair so he could inspect it.

“Trust the journey, eh?” his eyes went from studying the words to mine.

“Yep.”

His finger traced the lettering and then the dandelion, and each petal with the small letter inscribed. His thumb stopped over the small T in one of the petals. The heat from that one digit burned into my skin and traveled up my leg to land in the place that was very familiar with Tai. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure my pussy has written “Ode to Tai” poems and love letters wishing he’d come back since I’d left him. Tai, on the other hand, did not have that same passion in his gaze he’d once had. I figured that look was now owned by a pixie of a blonde waiting for him back in Hawaii.

“What do these letters mean?” He asked.

I thought about playing it cool and saying ‘what letters’ but Tai had never lied or given me anything but the truth, and I’d treat him with the same respect.

Bringing my foot up closer, I pointed at each letter. “These correspond to a man that affected my life in a manner I want to remember. It reminds me that each experience was meant to be, and that for a time, I felt truly loved.” Tears pricked at my eyes, but I sucked in a breath, held them back, and swallowed noisily.

Tai traced the single T. “For me?”

Unable to speak, the moment filling me with such emotion I simply nodded. Tai leaned down and kissed the letter. “I like that, girlie; a piece of me is with you always.”

With that, I leaned to my left and kissed the single tattoo on the ball of his right shoulder, the one that meant friendship in Samoan. The one he got to represent me and our time together. He patted my head as I leaned against him. “You have to go home,” I reminded him.

“Much is there for me,” he said soundly.

“I know. I love you, Tai. Thank you for coming.”

“Never doubt that you’re loved, girlie. Family is what you make it, and I’ll always be there for you.”

Tai left that night. Took the first flight he could back to Oahu. With it, he took another piece of my heart and solidified the belief that he really would be there if I needed him.

***

I spent the next few days in Boston with Mason and Rachel. Mason acted like I’d just survived the plague and needed to be doted on as if I was completely broken. I wasn’t, but I totally took advantage anyway. Being with Mason and seeing his brothers and baseball buds again was great. And once again, it proved the reach of these men in my life. I had people. Many people I could count on in a situation. Ones that would lift me up, protect me, fight for me, and most of all, love me.

As I packed my bag, I found my stationery and notepad. I wasn’t with Warren and Kathleen but decided they deserved something to commemorate our time. I found an envelope in the desk drawer and scrawled the address to the McMansion on the front. I didn’t really have a return address because I wasn’t at the studio apartment in California so I simply wrote Mia Saunders on the back fold.

Warren & Kathleen,

I’m sorry for how things ended. I know that you’d never wish what happened to me onto anyone, and I do not blame you. Thank you for sending me the details about Aaron’s rehabilitation. Hearing he’s getting help makes what happened somehow a bit easier to deal with. My fondest wish is that he finds the peace he needs.

Christine Benoit told me that the first shipment of goods to the UK was planned for next month. Thrilled does not begin to express my happiness over hearing the news. Knowing that so many deserving people are going to get the help they need to live long and happy lives makes it all worth it.

I want you both to know that the time I shared with the two of you was truly lovely. Seeing your relationship progress into something long-lasting is inspiring.

Thank you for letting me be a part of your life.

~ Mia

I folded up the letter and put it in the envelope and asked Rachel to mail it for me. This time I didn’t escape while they were sleeping and allowed the two of them to take me to the airport. It was the least I could do after they’d come to my rescue and taken care of me the past week and a half.

We said our goodbyes and promised to keep in touch as usual. So far, it had been very easy to keep in touch with the new friends I’d made. Maybe because I didn’t have any other friends besides Maddy and Ginelle back home.

When I pushed the airplane seat back, I thought about the past month. From matchmaking, to sexting and wicked hot dreams, to covert business deals, and helping third-world countries, Canadian nymphos, and being attacked, it had been one helluva month. Through it all, I learned three things that wouldn’t stop burning through my mind.

First, Wes was my goddamned kryptonite, and I needed to be careful to protect myself if I was going to make it through another six months. Second, never judge a book by its cover, even when they come in drop dead sexy suits with political stature and unlimited assets. And third, friends are the family you choose, and I had the best friends and family on the planet.

Yep, life was strange, but I was living it to the fullest. Taking each day as it came and experiencing as much as possible. Accepting the good, the bad, and even the ugly in stride because it was all part of the process. Just like my tattoo says, I had to
trust the journey
.

And my journey was taking me to a mocha-skinned hip-hop artist named Anton Santiago to make a music video. They say white men can’t jump; well, this white chick can’t dance. July should prove interesting.

Mia’s journey continues in July (Calendar Girl).

Excerpt from July Calendar Girl (Book 7)

Heather had given me all of fifteen minutes to freshen up before she was taking me down to meet Anton. I jumped in the shower, washed off the day’s travel grime and spotted the outfit she laid out. Outfit was too strong a description. What was sitting on the bed for me was a scrap of fabric, a pair of booty shorts and stilettos that crisscrossed up the entire length of my calf to the knee. I slid on the shorts and checked the hemline in the mirror. A swath of ass cheek was clearly visible to any discerning eye. Fuck me. Turning to the front the shorts were cut so high the lining of the pocket stuck out the bottom. The tank was cute. It was blousy, tied together by two thin ribbons at each shoulder. Closing my eyes I counted to ten and gave myself a pep talk.

You can do this Mia.

Just over a month ago you were traipsing around in a bikini with Tai and the modeling team. This is actually more clothing than that. Plus, you’re not here for your stellar morals in decency, you’re here to look hot and be a love interest in a rock video. Er, a hip hop video. A groan slipped out of my mouth as I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. It felt like a million degrees or maybe my own internal temperature had hit a hundred.

Breathing slowly through my nose and out my mouth I stood and walked out to the living space. Heather was there taking a call. Her eyes took in my outfit from the tip of my toes to my hair. When she got to my head an ugly frown marred her face. Never taking her ear off the phone she moved to me, tugged on the hair tie and let the thick locks of hair tumble around my shoulders. “Better,” she whispered while fluffing it this way and that. Then she snapped her fingers and walked to the door.

“Did you just fucking snap at me?” The easy comradery that we’d had in the car ride from the airport to here was blown to bits.

Heather had the good grace to look chagrinned. “Sorry,” she mouthed. “Yes Anton, I’ve got her now.” The words held irritation as if it was a physical thing you could toss up in the air and catch on a whim.  “We’ll meet you in the dance room. Yes, five minutes.”

“Mia, I’m sorry. He gets me all twisted in a knot. Unfortunately, he’s on a bit of tear. Didn’t mean to be rude. Apparently the backup dancers sucked, couldn’t move if they had bees in their underpants.”

I tried to chuckle with her but couldn’t really pull it off. Dread ricocheted down each rib to land heavily in my gut. He would most certainly not be happy when he found out this white girl could not dance.  At least I was safe in the knowledge that there were no take-backsies. He paid the fee regardless of if I could dance. That was not part of my portfolio and I’d never claimed it to be.

The elevator opened to a hallway where glass walls spanned the entire length from wall to wall. The lights were off in the room, black lights were flickering and spotlights shone down on several figures, bodies writhing to the obscenely loud beat. A man in jogging shorts and a t-shirt clapped out beats and called numbers to the dancer in what I think were placements for their feet or hands but I couldn’t be sure.