“I have my ways. But you should be happy to be here, Miss Knight. After all, you didn’t have to come up with some elaborate scheme to crash this event.” She rolls her eyes, and I clench my jaw at the action.
My name is called over the speaker, and I realize the speeches have started, and my award is ready.
I turn to Arlo. “Make sure she stays here.” I release my grip on her, then stride off, running my hand down the front of my suit to remove any traces of her.
It doesn’t help.
SEVEN
CRESSIDA
“You can’t forceme to stay here,” I say to Arlo.
“Of course he won’t,” Cora says. “Want to go to the bathroom?”
I nod my head, and Arlo eyes her but says nothing as we head to the restroom.
“So, he ambushed you and didn’t tell you what the event was tonight?” she guesses.
“Yes. I agreed to come here with him in exchange for an interview,” I tell her.
When we reach the bathroom, I enter a stall and sit down on the closed toilet lid. I don’t need to pee. Instead, I need a moment to gather myself because I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with everything right now. Placing my head in my hands, I try to catch my breath and tell myself everything will be okay.
I’m a badass bitch.
Who cares that I’m underdressed and people I admire and respect are staring at me, looking down on me?
Maybe he brought me here to embarrass me.
He willnotwin this.
Not at all.
“Did you see the woman with Soren?” I hear a woman scoff, and my head lifts at the mention of his name.
Fuck my life, they’re talking about me.
“Yes. What is she even wearing? If she was hoping to stand out, she is, but not in a good way, that’s for sure,” another woman says. I stand, flush the toilet, and reach for the handle, but I pause when they speak again.
“He wouldn’t go for someone as low as her anyway. We all know he only fucks models. Her ass is so big that those pants barely fit.”
I crane my neck over my shoulder to look at my ass, then shrug.I think these pants make my ass look good, bitches.
Fuck it!
Unlocking the door, I push it open to find Miranda and another woman standing there, touching up their makeup in the mirror. They don’t notice me until I step up to the sink directly next to them.
“I think my ass looks amazing in these pants. Do you disagree?” I say as casually as I can.
“I think you have a mighty fine ass,” Cora chimes in as she steps from a stall and moves to the sink to wash her hands.
Miranda’s eyes are narrowed on me, but she doesn’t say anything. She seems to be one of those women who talks shit about you behind your back but is nice to your face until they get what they want.
I don’t fuck with women like that.
“Maybe he thinks I’m a model, especially with how loud he screamed my name last week,” I chirp as I push through the bathroom door. Cora follows me, and as soon as the doors shut, she starts laughing.
“You should have seen their faces. You know he’s considered to be one of the most eligible bachelors, right?”
