I studied her words.Take us far. This wasn’t about just me. It was her career, as well as the others we employed. There was a lot of responsibility on my shoulders. If I couldn’t pay them what they deserved, that felt…bad.
What did she mean—I was finally ready? Had this been why she’d wanted me to start dating in the first place? So I’d be comfortable sleeping with people to get work? So I could shut off and stop thinking so much about Evie to get my job done?
Well, it worked.
I was utterly broken. Fuck Evie Reyes and what she’d done to my heart. I didn’t have one anymore. But I did have a pretty face and a cock that people wanted. Might as well use them. I braced myself, pressing my lips together, and nodded.
“Fine.”
Chapter 60
Evie
The Re-Creation
“Inever thought I’d see the day when your name appeared on my screen again, Sebastian Shaw.” Heather, a woman I hardly recognized now from all the work she’d had done, sat across from us at the restaurant. Sadness and a bit of pity flooded me as I stared at the botched work. I was never one to shame someone for trying to feel more comfortable in their own body, but whoever had done her lips and facelift had done a bad job. It all looked... painful.
“Yes, well.” Sebastian cleared his throat and shifted his weight from side to side. “Me neither, but my girlfriend is in need of an agent.”
“I see.” Heather’s eyes flicked to me with disinterest. “Who are you?”
Reluctantly, I put my hand out. She stared at it, and I slid it back under the table.
“This is Evie Reyes, Lita Reyes’s daughter. You’ve met before.” Sebastian’s annoyance was clear in his tone, but he quickly reined it in.
Heather scrunched her nose and motioned for the waitress to return to the table. She ordered a martini and then turned back to us.
“Sorry, I don’t remember you. You need an agent?” She sighed, clearly bored.
My stomach tightened with nerves, and I nodded. “Yes, ma’am. My previous agent passed away.”
“Don’t call mema’am,” she snapped. “You look older than me.”
My eyebrows shot up as I pressed my lips together. She couldn’t be serious.
“Anyway,” Sebastian interjected. “I thought we could have dinner and talk. Maybe work something out.”
“Yes, well, you and I were always able to do that, weren’t we?” She looked at me and winked, and my mood faltered. What was she winking for? Was she implying that she and Sebastian had been... lovers? No. I could believe a lot of things, but that was not one of them.
Sebastian ordered for us all, per Heather’s request. She spent the evening flirting with him, blatantly ignoring me, and repeatedly asking if they should take another, more private meeting to discuss his career, not mine. If I didn’t know his plans for her future, I’d be jealous as hell, which was new for me.
After our meal, Sebastian paid the bill and offered to escort Heather to her car.
“Actually, I took a ride here. Did you two take separate cars? Maybe I could get a ride from you, Sebastian,” she purred, leaning on his shoulder. She’d had far more to drink than what was professional. I’d had one beer to her five martinis. She was sloppy drunk, which I thought served well for this moment.
“Sure. Let’s get you in the car.” Sebastian led her to his vehicle and helped her inside.
I took the back, albeit a bit begrudgingly.
“Oh, sweetie,” she slurred as I crawled into the back seat. “It would never work out. You’re not pretty enough to act. You need to lose all those tattoos, get bigger lips, a new nose, less of a tan.” She snickered.
My eyes widened as I took in her disgusting comments.
Excuse me?
Less of a tan?
“I’m Mexican. This isn’t a tan—it’s my skin color,” I snapped, unable to keep it to myself.
