Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [33]
As they settled in two chairs rimming the pool’s edge, Brenna began to notice all the “beautiful people” lounging about. Oh, certainly there were people of all types—older folks on vacation, a few young families—but she immediately felt outnumbered and intimidated by all the glamour girls in barely-there bikinis and the hip, cool guys hiding their eyes behind sunglasses by Versace and Prada. One would think that after living in Los Angeles and working in the music business for three years she’d have grown used to such people, but this was different—because suddenly she was among them, with a guy who was one of them, and she supposed, in order to keep his affections, she wanted to be one of them today, too.
Not far from where they’d stretched out over towels spread across their chairs, a brunette wearing a narrow black cowboy hat and a black thong bikini lay on her stomach atop a large concrete pillar in the pool that rose just above the water’s surface. She sported a sun tattoo at the small of her back and she rested propped on her elbows, showing so much cleavage that Brenna was surprised her nipples weren’t exposed. Another scantily clad girl, this one a blonde in a gold-lamé bikini, her firm breasts bulging from too-small triangles, stood in the water next to her, smoothing sunscreen over her back.
The girl in black sipped a fruity-looking concoction from a plastic cup, and expensive sunglasses shaded her eyes as she looked up—toward them. “Why, if it isn’t Damon Andros. Aren’t you even going to say hello, baby?”
Oh hell. No wonder she’d been intimidated. Since Damon was one of the beautiful people, that meant he also knew beautiful people, and apparently he knew this one in particular, whose perfectly tan, round ass Brenna couldn’t help but envy.
Damon turned toward the voice. “Tawny. What are you doing here?”
The brunette grinned. “Just catchin’ some rays, baby. And you?”
Oh God, her name was Tawny. And now she was introducing her friend, whose name was Honey, and when Damon asked Tawny how things were at the club and she told him he should stop by, she got the distinct impression both girls were strippers. And that Damon knew Tawny via her work. Which meant, of course, that he’d seen her naked. And she’d probably given him a lap dance. Or twenty. And had quite possibly had sex with him, since any sane woman would if she could.
Swell.
But you can’t let this get you down. After all, you know he has a lot of casual sex. Everyone knew that about Damon—and even if you didn’t know it for sure, one look at him told you. And this wasn’t going to matter at the end of the week anyway, because what happened here was going to stay here.
Although if what happened in Vegas had to stay in Vegas…well, Brenna was going to squeeze in as much pleasure as she possibly could before she left.
That’s when she heard Damon introduce her and made sure to smile just as smugly as Tawny was smiling at her. Tawny offered a thin-lipped “Hi,” which Brenna smoothly returned.
It wasn’t that she wanted to lower herself to acting like a bitch just because Tawny and Honey were, but she also wasn’t going to be Little Mary Sunshine and let them think they could steal her man. In fact, she was going to go one step further.
Rising from her chaise, she moved over to Damon’s, parking her rear next to him, effectively blocking the view of the two bikini-wearing vultures, and handing him the bottle of sunscreen she’d packed with her bathing suit.
“Will you do my back, Damon?” she asked, giving him her best come-hither look. Although, realistically, she wasn’t sure she even had a come-hither look, but she was trying, and Damon got her so hot with a mere glance that it inspired her.
“Of course,” he said, taking the bottle and making her feel supremely victorious.
As the afternoon progressed, they ordered lunch from the grill—washing it down with a couple of fruity concoctions of their own—and went over the contract Blush had just signed, talking more about the particulars.
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