Jamie barely had time to catch her breath when Adele bent down and kissed Etta – right on the mouth!
I’m gonna kill her!And Etta, but that was beside the point. Jamie leaped off her chair and nearly banged her head against the other side of the narrow passageway. When she finally regathered her bearings, she stole a look through the hole and found those two assholes still locking lips! Until Etta gently pushed Adele, anyway.
“See?” Adele said, shrugging. “Nothing. Not a single thing. Not on this end, anyway. I could do it again and add some tongue if you want.”
“That’s quite all right,” Etta said curtly. “I see your point.”
“Good. I’m guessing you didn’t feel anything either?”
“Just the foreboding sense that Jamie is going to kill me.”
Adele laughed. “You two are cute together. I’m sure you’ll be happy for a long time.”
“Unlike we would have been?”
“Are you kidding? We’re going to be happy together for a long time, too. You make me money… I make you money… see? Happy.”
“All right. Just never kiss me like that again.”
“Like I don’t have other people to be kissing, anyway.” Adele nicked her knuckles against Etta’s jaw. “Do try to have some fun tonight, dear. There’s no sense moping about at your party. Why don’t you join us upstairs?They’re all just giving you a hard time.”
“I might. Thanks.”
Adele escorted herself out of the room, mumbling something.
Etta sat back in her chair and contemplated the air before her. She looked lost. Tired. Hardly a woman enjoying the fruits of her labor and the thrill of the night.Would she have fun if I were with her? Or is she doomed to forever be like this…
She should have anticipated Monique appearing beside her. “That’s your cue,” she said. “Although I wasn’t expecting Ms. Prissy-Pants making a scene…”
Don’t remind me. Jamie turned to Monique, unable to face Etta’s attitude.
“Go on. Make me some money.”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t hire you for nothing, Cindy.” Monique winked at her. “There’s a woman miserable at her bachelorette party. Shouldn’t you be doing something about it?”
Jamie didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh, exacerbated.
The door to the lounge opened with nary a sound. Jamie lurked in the frame, draping her body from one end to the other as the bright lights of the hallway illuminated the black sequins on her jacket – and on the masquerade mask she wore to cover half her face.
Etta barely acknowledged her. She was texting on her phone, and Jamie didn’t want to know how much her purse was vibrating as the guilty bachelorette confessed to things she didn’t have to feel guilty about.Where’s my text from Adele, though, hm?Somepeople’s exes…
Here goes nothing. Jamie sauntered into the room.
Etta must have thought it was her business partner again, for she looked up with a face to damn the ages. When she caught sight of the new woman, however, she merely looked… tired.
“I’m not interested,” she mumbled, going back to her phone. “I hear there’s a rowdy party upstairs. You’d probably have better luck there.”
Jamie continued her approach, opening her jacket and making sure her wavy hair framed her breasts as they bulged from her corset. “You’re the bachelorette,” she said, utilizing a sultry voice. “I was sent in to make sure you have a good time, Ms. Coleman.”
Etta glanced at her, taking no note of her for the first second. Then she looked again, frosty eyes the size of the rest of her face.
Just like that, she regained her composure.Was I made?Jamie expected Etta to recognize her in an instant, but if she wasn’t expecting… why would she think to look for her? As far as Etta knew, her fiancée was at home, or maybe going out for the night with some friends. Nothing scandalous… like coming to her bachelorette party dressed like one of the girls who worked for Monique. I may not be a pro, but I know this woman better than anyone. Yes, even better than Adele. Maybe Monique.
“My name is Cindy,” Jamie was quick to say. There was a reason Monique had given her a fake name. Surely, Etta would recognize her. Why the hell wouldn’t she, especially when she was barely tipsy, if that?This is a role-play her ex-girlfriend, of all people, has set up.The only thing Etta would enjoy tonight is a good time with her fiancée – the woman she was supposedly getting away from for a weekend. The only way one could make that better is if they upped the kink… and did something new.
Jamie had seduced her girlfriend before, once upon a time in a hotel. That was as herself. She had never pretended to be someone she was not to get into Etta’s pants.I’m not Jamie. I’m Cindy.Cindy was a professional woman. Her goal was to make Etta as happy as possible, so she got as muchmoney as possible. That made everyone happy.
