“Call him for the details. Maybe you should take Chains too. He can keep you in line,” suggests Riggs.
“You can watch the husband while I fuck the wife.” I wink at Chains.
Riggs glares at me. “Fuck’s sake, brother, why you gotta live on the edge all the time?”
“She likes the same shit as me. It’s addictive.” Shelly likes dangerous sex—indoors, outdoors, any way I want it. “And she doesn’t want anything from me. It’s not complicated.”
“Unlike me and Anna,” says Riggs, and we all stare at him. “You think it’s all good because we smile around each other. She wants a kid,” he blurts out.
“You already have one each,” states Chains.
“And now she wants one between us,” says Riggs.
“It’s early days to be having a kid, don’t ya think?” I say and Riggs nods his head.
“Exactly my point. She don’t see it like that. Her view is I claimed her, so it means we’re together forever anyway, so why wait. Then it got to a whole new argument cos she accused me of not really meaning the forever thing. I mean, fuck, how do women get things so twisted?”
I exchange a smirk with Chains. “Just tell her no. Simple. Don’t get into words, they cause problems. A simple no is all you need,” I say.
Riggs stares at me. “You really believe that shit, don’t ya? Have you ever told a woman no? It’s never that simple. She’ll accuse me of trying to take away her women’s rights by being bossy or some bullshit. I swear, she creates conversations in her damn head.”
“You need to be the boss,” I say. “Take control.”
“You try controlling Anna and then tell me that. She’ll whip away your balls in the night.”
“It’s why I stay single,” says Chains. “Simple life.”
“You just lust after my kid sister instead,” mutters Riggs, and I laugh.
“I do not,” Chains argues. “She’s a good kid is all.”
I stand and wipe my hands down my shorts. “I love this heart-warming chat, but I have a life. See you guys later. I’ll call Callum Myles and let you know if I need you, Chains.”
Chapter Three
Eva
The week goes pretty quickly. Being back at the office makes things seem normal again and living at the club on lockdown is like a distant memory. I’ve not even had a chance to catch up with Anna. I can no longer pop in on my way home from work now that she doesn’t live just up the road.
I check my hair one last time in the mirror. The curls I had put in at lunchtime today have loosened so that they hang nicely around my shoulders. My dress is tight and black with a split going up the length of my right leg. It goes perfectly with the black heels I borrowed from Riggs’ sister, Leia. My breasts look full and spill over the top of the dress. It’s a pity my date for the charity ball this evening is gay. As if my thoughts conjured him, the doorbell rings and Kyle stands there in his tux. “Wow, you look amazing, Eva,” he grins. “If I ever turn straight, I’d hit you up first.”
“Thanks. I think.” I smirk. I follow him out to the cab. Tonight’s event is at an upmarket wine bar in central London. Everyone who’s anyone in the modelling world will be there, which is why Michelle insisted on us being there under strict instructions not to get drunk so we don’t bring shame to her company. I roll my eyes at the thought of her low opinion of us.
We arrive and Michelle is already inside, on the arm of Callum, and schmoozing with the editor of Glossy Magazine. “Since you told me about her bit on the side,” I whisper to Kyle, “I can’t stop looking at everyone she speaks to and wondering if it’s him.”
Kyle grins. “Me too.” He snags us each a glass of champagne from a passing waitress. “Drink it quick before the dragon boss catches us.”
Michelle heads our way just as I manage to dump my empty glass on a nearby table. “Thank god you’re here, Eva. Can you pull up my appointments for next week and fit Mr. Calderson in? He’s the editor of Glossy Magazine,” she says briskly like I didn’t already know who the hell he was.
“Of course.” I pull out my cell and open her calendar. “Friday at twelve okay? I can order lunch from the deli?”
“Fabulous idea. I’ll go and tell him now.” She totters off and I smirk at Kyle again.
“Is it him? He’s single.”
“I’m pretty sure he goes for younger women. Michelle must be in her late thirties.” We watch her as she laughs and touches Mr. Calderson’s shoulder. “She’s trying her best to flirt.” He shudders and I laugh. “Right, well, let me go and see who I can schmooze. I’ll never get my debut job if I stand and chat with you all evening.” He wanders off and I take another glass of champagne from a waitress. Callum spots me and saunters over with that predatory look in his eyes. He sports a fake tan, and possibly mascara because no man’s lashes are that prominent. He places a hand on the wall above my head. “Eva, you look stunning.”
“Thanks.”
“Can I get you a drink?” he asks. I shake my head and hold my full glass up as a way of explanation. “Michelle is so pleased you’re back. Between you and me . . . ” He leans in closer and I know he’s eyeing up my breasts. “She couldn’t run that place without you.”
“I’m glad to be back. It’s nice to have some routine back in my
