“We don’t have to stay long,” I tell him.
He turns to me and gives me a sad smile, then opens the door to get out of the car. Of course, ever the gentleman, he lets me get my own door. He’s such a gentleman, I think to myself.
I straighten out my dress, then quickly try to catch up to Louis who’s striding into the party ahead of me.
“Louis, you made it,” a tanned silver fox greets him, kissing Louis’ cheeks. He looks genuinely happy to see him.
See, Emily, tonight is going to be all right.
“And you brought a date.”
“No,” we both answer in unison.
“She’s my assistant,” Louis clarifies.
“A very beautiful one.” The silver fox reaches out and kisses my hand, honey-colored eyes looking at me approvingly.
Um, no, thank you, and I look to Louis for help.
“Hands off, Phillipe,” Louis warns.
I relax a little. It seems Louis understood I was in an uncomfortable position.
“We don’t fuck the help, remember?”
I turn and look at him, eyes wide, fists clenched. What the hell?
Phillipe chuckles, his honey eyes bouncing between us. “I don’t fuck my help, that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck yours.”
I’m standing right here. They do realize that, don’t they?
I’m seconds away from turning on my heel and telling them all to go fuck themselves. I am not some piece of meat to be leered at and passed around.
Then a beautiful brunette slinks over to the silver fox, linking her arm with his like a beautiful leech.
“Louis darling, nice to see you again,” she purrs, hungrily looking him over.
“Selena.” Louis nods in her direction but doesn’t seem interested.
“Mon trésor, this is… sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” Phillipe asks me.
Oh, so now you want to know my name?
“Emily,” Louis tells him.
“This is Emily. She’s Louis’ assistant. Isn’t she a beauty?”
Is this guy serious?
The brunette looks me over, a smile forming on her face while I feel awfully uncomfortable.
“Oh, yes… look at her creamy skin, mon chou. It looks delicious.”
Panic filters over my body. What’s going on? I turn to Louis again, seeking his help.
“Selena…” Louis’ voice deepens, and his eyes narrow in warning “She’s not part of the scene, Phillipe.” Louis looks at Phillipe, and the silver fox chuckles.
“Fine. We get it. She’s off the menu. You’re no fun anymore, Louis,” Phillipe teases. “I guess we’ll have to find some other fresh meat to play with, mon amour.” He turns and nuzzles Selena’s neck. “I’m sorry, princess, Daddy couldn’t deliver tonight.” What the fuck?
“Unless Louis wants to?” She looks at him while seductively sucking on her ruby red lips, but before Louis can answer her indecent proposal, they are distracted by some new guests. Louis puts his hand at the small of my back and moves me away from the kinky couple.
“They like to share,” he states. I’m slightly confused, and he must read that on my face. “Seriously, Emily, are you that sheltered?” I didn’t think I was, but judging by his question, maybe I am. “Phillipe and Selena are swingers. They like sharing.” My mouth forms an O. “I need a fucking drink.” Louis storms off toward the open bar, and I follow after him.
Shit! Has Louis been invited to a sex party? I hope not because that’s going to make my job all the more harder. Wrong use of words there, Emily.
I’m not having fun. Not like I should be—I am here to work. Louis told me to stay in this seat and that he’d be back. But that was, I look at my watch, thirty minutes ago, and I don’t see him anywhere.
I jump up off of my chair and start looking for my fucking alcoholic boss. The party is pumping, there are maybe about a hundred people in attendance. There’s a ton of older men with younger women. I wonder if they’re all swingers, or if it’s just the host? I haven’t seen any sex happening just lots of chatting. Maybe that happens later. Maybe they are checking each other out trying to work out who they want to sleep with. Okay, this is way out of my comfort zone even trying to figure it out.
I look around the room, and the girls all appear like the same versions of each other—big boobs, Botox face, plumped lips, tight dresses, long nails, and hair extensions.
I continue walking around the party, pushing my way through the guests, deflecting the advances of a couple of older, creepy guys. I’m now pretty sure this is a sex party, and I am most certainly not on anyone’s menu. If I don’t find Louis soon and something happens, Daniel is going to fire me.
My job is to clean up his reputation and being seen at some rich man’s sex party probably isn’t what Daniel had in mind.
I wonder if Daniel knew?
I scan the area again but still nothing. He’s not inside. I know this because I stumbled upon the sex part of this party upstairs. I need to bleach my eyes when I get home. Now that inside has been thoroughly checked, I need to go outside into the expansive gardens. If he’s asleep behind some bush, I’m going to kill him.
Begrudgingly, I make my way to the gardens. Grabbing my cell, I flick the torchlight setting on so I can find my way in the darkness. I search for a good ten minutes until I round a corner and find a white ass with pants around their ankles. I move the light up the body, and tanned legs are wrapped around the waist. I move higher, and the light catches their faces.
“What the fuck?” Selena screams, trying to shield her eyes from the bright torchlight.
“What the fuck, Emily?” Louis screams as he continues to pump into Selena.
Shit!
I turn on my heel and move away quickly.
Ugh, such a fucking asshole.
He’s fucking his friend’s girlfriend in the bushes, and here I was thinking he was in trouble. I was worried I
