“I really like your red dress,” I say softly. “It reminds me of something.” I rest my head on Jack’s shoulder. “Isn’t it pretty, honey?”
“It is.” His eyes are sparkling. “Almost as pretty as you.”
“Why are you so sweet?” I bat my eyelashes at him and then look over at Raquel. “Isn’t my man so sweet?”
“Not the words I would have used to describe him.” She purrs as she looks at his crotch. “I personally like to call him Kong…” She grabs his hand. “Or King.” I want to puke. Is this lady for real?
“Well, he’s my man now. All mine.”
“Is he?” She purrs and leans forward. “Maybe tonight we will see.”
“Uh huh. You know what you remind me of, Raquel?”
“A supermodel?”
I laugh loudly, but I realize she’s not joking. “Uhm, no.” I lick my lips and run my fingers down the side of Jack’s body. “Darling, I am so hot and horny right now.”
“Oh yeah?” He grins, and Raquel frowns.
“You wanna have a threesome, Jack?” She says, and I watch as she grabs his hand.
“You remind me of the streetwalkers down on—” I say sharply, pissed off.
“What did you say?” she cuts me off, eyes blazing. “Are you trying to offend me just because Jack and I have a past?”
“Oh, it wasn’t meant to be a diss. I mean, you’ve got an absolutely wonderful body. You can get away with a slutty, inappropriate dress like that to a bar and a nice restaurant.” I smile. “Or are you not coming to dinner with us? Were you hoping to be his dinner?”
Raquel presses her lips together and turns back to Jack.
“Darling, control your whore.”
“Excuse me?” My jaw drops.
“I was trying to get in contact with you, Jack. I’m going to be in Paris next week, and it made me think of that night we spent in Monaco and how you spent the?—”
“I don’t think that’s really appropriate talk,” Jack says, cutting her off and shaking his head.
“Yeah, Raquel,” I say. “Please don’t try to remind my man of nights he had with you hundreds of years ago.” I look her up and down. “Because he is very satisfied with me, and I am a jealous sort.” I look at my nails and show them to her. “These are real, and they can cut a bitch,” I say, hissing with a pleasant smile on my face.
She gasps. “What did you say?”
“I think you heard me,” I say under my breath. “My nails can cut a bitch. A nice bitch, a mean bitch, and a slutty bitch.” I look her up and down. “So just so we are both on the same page here—Jack is my man. He fucked me before we came here tonight. We are going to fuck when we leave. Shit, I might even give him a blowjob in the bathroom if I’m feeling particularly horny.” I lick my lips, and because some sort of she-devil has come over me, I run my fingers down the front of his pants and give him a light squeeze.
Raquel gasps. “And you’re calling me a slut?”
“Hey, if the shoe fits,” I say. “I just want you to know that he’s my man, and his cock is my cock, and the only hole or holes it’s going to be in tonight belong to me. So back off. Find yourself someone else and leave my man alone.”
Raquel gasps. “You’re going to let her talk to me like that, Jack?”
He holds his hands up. I can tell from the amused expression on his face that he’s both shocked and exhilarated by my little performance.
“Hey, what can I say?” he says. “My woman’s a little crazy, a little kooky, a little clingy—but I love her.”
I look over at him, and because I can’t stop myself, I grab his face and give him a deep kiss.
“And I love you too, honey,” I say, biting down on his lower lip. “And tonight—well, tonight you’re going to know just how much I love you.” I look back at Raquel. “So what are youstill doing here?” She blinks, then turns away quickly. I look up at Jack as he stares down at me. “Was that a good enough performance?” I ask, smiling.
“Was that a performance, or was that real?” he asks in a low voice. He grabs my wrists and pulls me into him. I feel his lips at the side of my face. His tongue licks along my jaw to my ear, and then he nibbles my earlobe.
