Even now I get nerves about my account getting blacklisted, and getting struck from the entertainer list like a criminal.
Josh doesn’t seem all that worried about the technicalities considering that he’s the biggest stickler to the rules. He has hold of my hand as we travel, smiling happily, but his mind isn’t on The Agency or entertainer accounts right now. His foot is tapping in the footwell, in desperation to see Heathy baby again.
Josh may be able to read me like a book, but I’m getting pretty good at doing the same in reverse. It’s not even a year yet since I met him, but it feels like for ever.
Now here we are. Two people in heartfelt love, ten quid on the cards for tonight, a bottle of champagne to be handed over, and two entertainers besotted with their three-way client.
The last time I took a proposal this cheap was for charity, even though I didn’t have a clue. The guy at the mall who gave me thirty grand to spend as I wanted, in reward for attempting to help a man in need over Christmastime. The proposal said that he needed a fake partner at short notice, and I took it onwith no expectations of it being a tester in disguise. I thought the very opposite. I thought I was just being kind.
Wow, I’m still so glad I took the opportunity. The way I handed out cash to the people who needed it was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.
I didn’t regret that proposal, and I definitely won’t be regretting this one. I can’t wait to hand over the bottle of De Chante to Heath with a grin on my face. Ten quid or ten million, it doesn’t matter. With Heath it will never matter again.
Fuck the bullshit of anonymity tonight, I’m done with it.Thanks, Vinnie.
I walk straight on up to the reception desk at the Ocean Blue hotel, standing right next to Josh and our suitcase as I put the champagne on the counter top. I look like me tonight, in my full gothic glory. My hair is twisted in long dark curls, with skull clips in my hair for a dash of novelty. My cat flicks are on point, and my lips are blood red, my cleavage on full display in the satin bodice showing under my black furry jacket.
The woman behind the desk looks at me with a smile, her eyes giving me an up and down as she checks me out, but once she turns her attention to the gorgeous Joshua, I’m just a piece on the sidelines. He takes centre stage as he checks us in.
Like just about everyone else, she wants a piece of him.
I don’t blame her.
“Suite four, sir,” she tells him, and hands over the key cards. “Floor seven. You’ll have a fantastic view of the docks during your stay.”
We’ll have a much better view than the docks during our stay here, and I’d love to tell her so. We’ll have a view of Heath Mason’s magnificent cock, which is enough to outshine any ocean liner in the world.
“You alright, baby?” Josh asks when we step inside the elevator.
I’m holding the De Chante like a trophy, and he has our cutesy skull print suitcase at his feet like we’re a pair of weirdos set to see the Southampton sights. Little does the world know.
What would it be like if it did?
“I’m more than alright,” I tell Josh, as the wave of butterflies takes over me. “Seeing Heath is going to be, just…”
“Amazing. Yeah, I know. I’m feeling it, too.”
Suite four does have a great view of the docks, the receptionist wasn’t lying. There are three cruise liners moored there along with a load of huge freight ships, and they are all mighty and fine. I love boats, and I love the sea.
Especially in Cannes…
If only it was me, Josh and Heath boarding one of those bad boys and setting off to sail around the world. We could drop in on my parents in Sydney, and check out the Easter Island heads on the way. Maybe I could check out the Easter Island heads whilegivinghead on Easter Island, two dicks at once. That would be a memory of a lifetime.
“There’s the lip thing again,” Josh laughs, and joins me at the window. He wraps his arm around my waist, taking a sniff of the spritz of Dior on my neck. “You trying to guestimate how many containers are on one of those freight boats? I Googled it once, when I was here with my parents. My grandma wanted to see the sea.”
I laugh at the absurdity.
“Come on, then! Share the wisdom. Don’t leave me hanging after that cliffhanger.”
“Some of the largest ships in the world carry over twenty-four thousand containers at once.”
I twist back to him. “You’re having a laugh.”
“No. For real. It’s crazy.”
I giggle, caught up in the madness of reality.
“Everything about our life is crazy, Josh. Even the fact we’re discussing cargo ships at a hotel window while Heath Mason is prepping for dirty time with us down the corridor. Or I guess he is. I hope he is.”
