“Construction, huh?” Clif interrupted as Scott was about to tell him to shut the fuck up. “Working with your hands, getting dirty. Chicks kind of dig that sometimes, don’t they? Or so I’m told.”
The rich bastard turned his back on Scott and perused the crowd. “I personally like to use my hands for better things. Like sliding it under Heather’s dress and into her tight pussy. I’d even do her sister, though she’s a bit skinny for my taste. If you haven’t gotten into her pants yet, you should try soon. You know, while she’s still in her slumming with the working class stage. She’ll be upgrading soon enough. They always do.”
“They?” Why did he even ask? He should be walking away from thispiece of trash.
“The rich girls. They might dabble in the lower class for a bit of fun, but they won’t ever stay there. Look at Charlotte, flirting with the waiter. She might fuck him a few times, mostly to piss off her mother, but when she gets married, it’ll beto one of us.”
“One of us?”
Clif rolled his eyes, tipping his head. “Well, one of my kind. Someone with a name and money. Old money.”
Old money. He was doing well with his business and if this mill ever got renovated he’d be doing better, but he certainly could never compete with thatkind of money.
“Great chatting with you, Heather’s business partner. Sorry, not good with names. A little parting tip, she has this freckle on her inner thigh, if you nip a tiny bit up from that, she’ll go nuts.”
Heat permeated Scott as he watched Clif amble away and slide his arm around some other scantily clad debutante. Getting tips on how to sexually please the woman he was with wasn’t why he’d come here. Or be reminded others had seen her naked and enjoyed her body.
Like the man who currently had his arms around her back in a fake hug, slipping his fingers into the side of her dress, hoping to cop a feel for those gorgeous tits Clif had talked about. Heather laughed and took a step away but continued the conversation. What happened to his warrior princess who would have slugged anyone else for doing that? Was this guy such an important contact that manhandling was allowed?
Grabbing another drink from a passing waiter, he turned to see if he could locate Drew. As much as he wanted to be with Heather, he wasn’t enjoying this side of her. The rich girl side. He downed the drink and snagged another.
Nicoletta Silva appeared next to him and he almost turned to run in the other direction. Her smug grin let him know she wasn’t coming over for a nice chat. Although she’d probably make it sound like one. Shehad that knack.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Scott?” Yes, pleasant and polite, as expected.
“I’m fine, thank you. The food and drink are wonderful. Congratulations. It looks likea big success.”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes drifting around the room. “Of course, we’ll see how much of a success when all the donations are tallied. If my estimation is correct, we should be able to count on two million for charity.”
Two million dollars. Holy shit. There couldn’t be more than two hundred people here. He did the math and forced a smile. Hope she wasn’t counting him inthat donation.
“I’m so glad Heather was able to find something appropriate to wear for the party tonight at such short notice. Do you like her dress?”
“Absolutely.” He wouldn’t let her know what he wanted to do to Heather in that dress. Although Clif’s words kept dulling his enthusiasm. The alcohol was dulling some things too.
“Typically she might get a dress custom made for her for an event like this. Luckily one of the stores had this in her size, and it works well, even if it was a less expensive dress. The tailor-made ones run far more than two thousand and also take a longer time to create.”
“Two thousand? Dollars? For her dress?” Were his eyes bugging out of his head. Why the hell would anyone pay that much money for some stitched fabric? He took another swig.
“Yes.” Nicoletta patted his arm. “Get used to that if you plan on sticking around. Heather is acquainted with this kind of life and she expects it. She may seem more down to earth when she’s with her friend, Callie, but here is where she belongs. Look at her, she’s in her element with these people. This environment.”
“Certainly looks that way,” he mumbled, still wondering how he’d ever afford to buy her clothes like that. The answer was, he wouldn’t.
“Of course, if she had someone more in her league, she wouldn’t have to lower her standards of clothing and accessories. She does love herJimmy Choo’s.”
“Jimmy…?”
Brushing an invisible strand of hair off her cheek, she laughed. “Her shoes. She does love her shoes.”
He loved them too, and the way they made her legs look when she had on ashorter skirt.
“Those were only five hundred because we carry them in the store and she gets a discount. Often she’ll order Manolo Blahniks or Louboutins straight from Europe and they’llbe a bit more.”
Damn, you could barely see the shoes under the long train of the dress. Were they encrustedwith diamonds?
“It was lovely chatting with you, Scott. Hopefully we’ll see you around if you aren’t busy on the construction site.”
As she walked away he wanted to brush himself off and make sure he wasn’t covered in sawdust and dirt. It was how she’d made him feel. Even though he owned a large construction company that was successful, he would always be a construction worker in the eyes of everyone here. For now, he needed some air. He finished off his drink, slapped the empty glass on a table, and stalked off.
