“I have to. But don’t worry. This whore is a professional. No one will know I’m screwing someone else while I’m on your dime.”
CHAPTER35
Gabrielle
“Two days. You had two more days to play nice so he’d go with you to the party, have your fake happy ever after and beat Fletcher at his game. Two.”
I held my head in my hands as I sat hunched on my couch while Zoey gave me a lecture, pacing the apartment. “He’s still going to go with me to the party, right?”
“I don’t know. The way he left wasn’t promising.”
A flicker of panic touched me, but it subsided in a minute. “No. No, Fabio won’t bail on me. He won’t hurt me like that.”
“You called him a whore.”
I called him a whore. And now he was out there being exactly what I called him. The time I saw him dancing buck naked for a girl, I was so upset I couldn’t even stay to ask him to save my career. I couldn’t begin to describe how I felt now when I knew he was sleeping with someone else.
“Fine. I’ll dig the hole. You bring the cactus,” I mumbled.
“Cosa?” she taunted in a terrible accent, mimicking Fabio. I didn’t know how I found my sense of humor now, but I laughed.
“You’re laughing? Jesus Christ, having him in the officecosathis andcosathat has become my favorite part of the day. You couldn’t let me have him for a little longer?”
It was my favorite part of the day, too. Everything Fabio did was my favorite part of the day. Every time he was here in my apartment I came this close to ask him to stay. Every time he left, I couldn’t wait until morning came so I’d see him again.
“He’ll be back, Zoey. He needs his job at Brighton.”
“Let’s hope he does or I’ll hate you forever.” She dropped her butt next to me. “Why does something tell me you’re more upset about him being out there than the risk of him not going to the party?”
“Because it’s true. I don’t want him to have sex with someone else. The fact that he is makes me want to set something on fire because that’s exactly how I feel, like someone has set me on fire.”
“Then for God’s sake why didn’t you tell him that instead of calling him a whore?”
Because it’d make me vulnerable, and it’d give him hope of something more when I should make sure he never did. Fabio and I were not something that could happen.
No matter how much we wanted it to happen.
CHAPTER36
Fabio
Shirtless, standing in the hotel room bathroom, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “You’ve done this a hundred times before. You can do it again.”
Knock! Knock!“Are you okay in there?” my date for the night asked behind the bathroom door.
“Yeah.” I just needed to get that witch out of head. I was starting to firmly believe Gabriella did cast a spell on me. I’d been standing here for five whole minutes, pep talking, thinking of hot things that didn’t include Lady Brighton to get hard for the awesome lady waiting for me to give her the night of her life, and I was flaccid like a dead balloon, and all I was thinking about was how angry I was at Gabriella yet how much I wanted to fuck no one but her.
I slapped myself on the face. “Youhaveto do it again. Man the fuck up.”
I opened the faucet and splashed my face with some water. Then I opened the door, sexy, horny, extremely fake smile on.
Margret, thirty-two—or so she said—strawberry blonde, green eyes, still in a blue cocktail dress and black heels that made her stand at my bicep level, blinked at my naked upper body, a hitch to her breath. I could easily tell that was her first time hiring an escort. “You’re…so hot.”
You deserve a better first experience with a guy that would give you his full attention without having an identity crisis.
She bit her lip. “Can I touch you?”
If the roles were reversed, would a man ask a bitch he paid for that question? “You can do anything you want.”
