Beautiful Entourage (9 page)

“When did I ever say I was perfect?” I countered.

She made her voice deep and imitated me. “When I’m upset, I run. I founded a successful company all on my own. Modeling? That’s beneath me…”

I knew she was kidding so I wasn’t offended. “You hit the nail right on the head.”

“I know.” She moved to the register and opened her wallet.

I quickly handed the guy a twenty. “Keep the change, man.”

“Why are you paying?” she asked. “I hired you for the evening.”

“I may be working but I’m still a gentleman,” I said. “And you needed a treat after that night.” I carried our sundaes to a table then took off my jacket to get more comfortable.

She eyed my shirt for a moment before she dug into her sundae. She didn’t eat it slowly or with tiny bites like most women. She scarfed it down, eating it before it started to melt. I couldn’t count the number of times I took a girl out for ice cream and her cup melted because she ate so slowly or didn’t eat it at all.

“Who taught you to eat ice cream?” I asked.

“Pardon?”

I nodded to her sundae. “You know your way around a spoon.”

“I usually get ice cream with Harper, and if I don’t eat fast, I don’t eat. You catch my drift?”

“I think so,” I said with a smile.

She finished before me, and then she eyed the cherry sitting in my bowl. She gave me a look that said, “That’s mine.”

I dropped it in her bowl. “It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

She ate both of her cherries. “Delicious. I could eat a whole bottle of these.”

“They sell them at the grocery store.”

“But that’s a slippery slope,” she said. “First it would be the cherries…and then it would be the ice cream…and then it would be the chocolate syrup. Before I knew what happened, there would be an ice cream bar in my house.”

“Harper and I would be there all the time,” I said.

She laughed loudly, her eyes watering.

I didn’t think my comment was that funny.

She dabbed her wet eyes with a napkin. “Sorry. I just imagined the three of us sitting in my apartment with a real ice cream bar. I found it hilarious for some reason.”

I ate my ice cream while I smiled, which was hard to do. “I’m glad I could make you laugh. I think it’s better than any poison.”

“And it’s a good workout for the abs. If I didn’t laugh, I’d be all flab.”

I doubted that. “So, what’s next?”

She dropped her plastic spoon in her empty cup. “Well, he liked you—a lot. That’s a good start. Honestly, I feared he wouldn’t. But you handled it very well.”

“When you have something in common, it’s easy to find something to talk about,” I said. “And people usually like people they can relate to.”

“True.”

“Hopefully this moves you in the right direction.”

“I think it will.” Her eyes looked distant, like she was thinking about something deep and complex. Then she turned her eyes on me, the trance broken. “Thank you so much. It’s nice to feel in control again.”

Her sincerity caught me off guard. “No problem.” I held her gaze, entranced by the green eyes that were so vibrant they looked fake.

“As soon as that company is mine, I won’t have to stress about him anymore. I can make the right decisions for everyone. And I’m going to fire that pathetic excuse I call my brother.”

“Yeah…Lance was a peach.”

She chuckled but it was in a sad way. “If you can believe it, he was worse when he was younger.”

“No, I can,” I said without hesitation.

She laughed again. “It’s embarrassing…”

“Hey, we don’t choose our family, right?” I said, trying to make her feel better.

“Actually, we do,” she said seriously. “Harper is my family and I’ve chosen her. We don’t share the same blood or ancestors but our minds are more alike than anyone else. For the holidays, my dad usually goes somewhere tropical with a date, or two, and I have no idea what my brother does, probably hires a prostitute for the night. I usually spend it with Harper and we have a grand time.”

Aspen was unique in the sense she wasn’t a selfish prick like the rest of her family, but the aspect I admired most was her attitude about it. Clearly, the circumstance bothered her but it didn’t eat her alive. She had a positive outlook and refused to let it crush her soul. It was a rare and admirable characteristic.

“I hope I meet her somewhere down the road.”

“She’ll pop up at some point.” She looked over her shoulder like she expected to see her. “And when we least expect her.”

“How long have you known each other?”

“Since…I don’t even remember,” I said. “Elementary school? I fell on the slide and she ran over to me. My finger was swollen and painful. She grabbed a small branch that fell out of a tree and moved it around like a wand. Then she whispered a spell and fixed it. Well, at least I thought she did. Like a placebo effect, the pain went away. We’ve been best friends ever since.”

I smiled involuntarily. “That’s a cute story.”

“What about you?” she asked. “Do you have a best friend?”

“Five, in a way.”

“Five?” she asked in surprise.

“Well, I’m closer to one more than all the others. His name is Troy. And if he heard me say the other four were also in my inner circle, he would throw a fit.”

She chuckled. “Harper is the same way.”

“We’ve been friends since we were small. The rest is history.”

“Is he an escort?”

“Yep, as well as the remaining four.”

“I remember you mentioning him now.”

“He’s a good guy,” I said.
The best, actually.

“You guys must never run out of things to talk about.”

“Nope.” That was definitely true.

“Does he like escorting?” she asked.

“Not lately.” I smiled at the most recent story he shared.

Aspen caught the grin. “Ooh…spill it.”

“He escorted this girl to a wedding where her ex would be. They were there for about five minutes when her ex came at him in a bloody rage.”

“Ohmygod. What happened?”

“Troy busted his jaw.” I wish I could have seen it.

“Yikes…”

“He didn’t get a scratch but he can’t afford it. He says his face is too pretty.”

“That could have turned out worse,” she said. “Good thing it didn’t.”

“We’re all trained in some form of self-defense. I know some martial arts but my specialty is boxing.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“You should try it,” I said. “I know a lot of girls who do kickboxing. They enjoy it.”

“My pepper spray and keys will suffice.”

I held up my hands. “I know not to mess with you…”

She kicked me playfully under the table. Her calf brushed against mine and it was soothing more than anything else. Then she pulled back and gave me a warning look.

“You taught me a lesson,” I said sarcastically.

“There’s more where that came from.”

Aspen’s playful attitude was refreshing. Our meeting didn’t feel like a date at all. It felt like we were friends, and we’d been friends for a very long time.

“I’m ready whenever you are.” She stacked our cups on top of each other.

I stood up then tossed our trash in the garbage. “We should get out of here before we order another round.”

“The guy behind the counter would judge us.”

“I’m pretty sure he already judged you,” I teased.

She nudged me in the side.

I laughed then rubbed my ribs like she actually hurt me.

We walked back to her apartment, both of us walking particularly slow. I wasn’t in a hurry for the night to end and she seemed to feel the same way.

When she crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed her biceps, I knew the nighttime chill had gotten to her. I removed my jacket then placed it over her shoulders. It blanketed her like a trench coat.

“Thank you.” She pulled it closer around her.

“It looks better on you than it does me.”

“Are you saying I look like a dude?”

“Prettiest dude I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, in that case…” She grinned then faced forward. “So, do you have any siblings?”

I thought of Chase and his ridiculous paranoia. “One younger brother.”

“What’s he like?”

“Smart, friendly, considerate, and funny.”

“You want to switch brothers?” she asked seriously.

If only she knew. But I would take my brother over hers any day. Sometimes his phobia ruined my night, and paying his rent and bills got old. But he was still a great person who appreciated everything I did for him. I enjoyed spending time with him even though I had to pretend I carried an undefeatable Shadow Sword. “Never.”

“Smart choice,” she said. “You couldn’t handle Lance.”

“I’d smash his face in a few times.” I wasn’t joking. He was a classic jerk, someone who deserved to have his skull cracked against the concrete in front of a group of spectators. He didn’t understand the foundation of what a real man was. Pouring champagne on a waiter was pathetic and tasteless.

“I’d help you,” she said. “I’ve slapped him before. But nothing I do knocks any sense into his empty brain.”

“Your father seems stern. I’m surprised he lets him get away with whatever he wants.”

“My father is very old. My mother was twenty years younger than him. The only reason why Lance and I exist is because she insisted she needed to have children.”

Knowing her father never wanted her must have been difficult.

“Anyway, since he comes from an older generation, he doesn’t believe women should be in the workplace at all. He’s the most sexist pig I’ve ever met.”

“Then how did you get a job there?”

“I volunteered in order to prove myself. When he realized I was making his life a million times easier, he hired me as an assistant director. But never once has he thanked me for all I’ve done. Most of the people on the payroll are men but when the company was investigated for sexism, he was forced to hire more women. That’s the only reason why they’re there, and of course, they are all in low positions, like clerks and secretaries.” She rolled her eyes. “Would you judge me if I said I hated him?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Good. I absolutely loathe the man.”

“Now I understand why he ignores Lance’s obvious flaws.”

“Because he has a penis between his legs.” She actually growled at the end of her sentence.

I found the action cute. “Did you just growl?”

“I growl when I get really angry. If I ever growl at you, run.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“Whenever I growl at Harper, she just growls back.”

“She sounds fearless,” I noted.

“Crazy is a better word.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “So, your father will give you the company if you have a man in your life? Does that mean he wants him to work for the company as well, to supervise you?”

She looked away. “Probably.”

I never felt worse for Aspen. She was doomed to disappoint her father no matter what she did.

We arrived at her apartment and she unlocked the door. “I get you until midnight, right?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I want the most bang for my buck. Come in.”

I walked inside then eyed the flowers I brought. They lightened up the room.

“Want to play Battleship?”

Did she just ask me that?
“Battleship?”

“Yeah. You’ve never played it?” She picked up the box from the couch and looked at me.

Seeing a beautiful woman in a floor length gown that sparkled, along with elegantly curled hair and just the right amount of makeup, holding a child’s game was naturally disconcerting. It was the last thing I expected her to say. “I just wasn’t expecting you to ask.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Do you suck?”

“No,” I said defensively.

“Do you want to play then?” She sat on one end of the couch and pulled her station into her lap.

I sat on the opposite corner then got my pins ready. “Ladies first.”

“E1?”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Hit.”

She grinned then put the red pen in her station.

“A3.”

“Miss. E2?”

“Hit,” I said in irritation.

She put the pin in with a slight smirk on her lips.

“B9?” I asked.

“Miss.” She was clearly enjoying this. “E3?”

“You’ve sunk my battleship.” Aspen kicked my ass right from the beginning.

She flipped her hair over one shoulder. “And that’s how it’s done.”

I stared at her, watching her outline contrast against the sight of the city through the window. She was the perfect specimen to represent a real woman, one whose beauty outshined others without any effort. She had the smile of a model for a toothpaste commercial, and she had the legs of a swimsuit model. But her beauty underneath was more powerful than anything else. And now she was playing a game like a child, completely oblivious to all her charms.