A Perfect Fit(12)

 

 

 

Marissa and Val greeted each other with an enthusiastic hug. They’d been best friends since middle school, and hadn’t seen each other in a couple of years. Both tried to keep in touch, but with Marissa’s hectic modeling career, and Val busy at her law firm, an occasional text was all they seemed to have time for. This visit was long overdue.

 

 

 

“Goodness, Val, it’s good to see you.” Marissa sank into the chair opposite her friend. Since the waiter was hovering over them she ordered, “I’ll have a Bloody Mary, please.”

 

 

 

“So, who’s the hunk?” was the first thing out of Val’s mouth. Then she looked at the waiter. “Another white wine.”

 

 

 

Marissa glanced to where Beau was sitting at the bar, nursing a beer. His gaze was intent on her in the mirror behind the bartender. She wondered what he was thinking, and couldn’t help grinning. If he was going to insist on hanging around she was going to do everything she could to become a thorn in his side.

 

 

 

“I saw you both outside. Things looked pretty tense between you.” Val picked up her wine glass and finished off the contents.

 

 

 

“Mr. Evans is my babysitter. Kirk hired him and I can’t seem to shake him.”

 

 

 

“Because of the two models that recently died?”

 

 

 

Marissa nodded. “Yes. Even though there hasn’t been any connection, my agent isn’t taking any chances. Until then, I’m stuck with him.” Indicating Beau with a nod in his direction.

 

 

 

“Oh honey,” Val shamelessly gushed. “I’ll gladly change places with you. He’s an absolute hunk!”

 

 

 

To her surprise Marissa saw Val give Beau a smile and a wink. His response was a subtle nod of acknowledgement. Green flashed before Marissa’s eyes as unexpected jealousy reared its ugly head. Then she realized the burst of green was the result of the flashing neon sign on the window next to her. So why did she still feel resentful that he’d even acknowledged Val? Val was beautiful. Tall and willowy, dressed more like the model Marissa was.

 

 

 

“Be my guest,” Marissa found herself saying. “You can have him. All I want is a quiet weekend to myself.” She was lying through her teeth, at least about the part of telling Val that she could have Beau. She had no claim over him, yet the fact they’d been intimate made her feel slightly possessive over him.

 

 

 

Val narrowed her eyes with confusion. “Honey, do you have a fever or something?” She reached across the table and placed her palm against Marissa’s forehead. “The man is sexy as hell. I bet it wouldn’t take you long to get him into bed. Put on one of those tantalizing corsets you model and go for it.”

 

 

 

Marissa bit her tongue to keep from telling Val she’d already gone for it. “Can we talk about something other than my bodyguard? We haven’t seen each other in a long time. Let’s catch up.”

 

 

 

The waiter returned with their drinks. Their conversation turned to other things and after an hour, they ordered dinner. Occasionally Marissa sneaked a glance at Beau. He hadn’t moved from his spot at the bar. Still drinking beer, he had eaten a hamburger long ago and was munching on pretzels now.

 

 

 

“Hey, I love that Luke Bryan song. Let’s dance!”

 

 

 

Before Marissa could respond, Val scooted back her chair and went to the dance floor. Her friend didn’t hesitate in maneuvering right into the middle of the others, twisting, and gyrating to Country Girl. The wood floor was crowded with women who were giving their all to the popular song. Tantalizing their men who were on the sidelines like cheerleaders, encouraging them with drunken enthusiasm. Marissa got to her feet and decided to join Val. She loved to dance and could already feel the music running through her veins.

 

 

 

She was conscious of Beau’s gaze following her. The knowledge that they’d already fucked once fueled the need to tease him into arousal again. It seemed only fair, considering she was horny for a repeat. As soon as she found her way to Val, she began to move her body in tune to the music. Quickly losing herself to the seductive power of the popular song.

 

 

 

“I knew you couldn’t hold out!” Val all but screamed.

 

 

 

Marissa was soon gyrating and swaying seductively like the others. She ran her hands down her curves, moving her hips sensuously, moving her head so that her long hair flew around her. Then she put her hands under her hair at the back of her neck and lifted it up, purposely facing Beau. He’d swung around on his bar stool and was facing the dance floor now, his gaze fixed on her in a hungry way. She smiled and released her hair to let it fall around her, knowing she was goading him, and that he couldn’t do anything about it.