“May I?” asked Becky, gesturing at the earrings.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
Becky picked the earrings out of the box and held them up against my ears with the diamonds dangling below. They seemed to catch every last bit of light, magnify it, and shine out in every direction like crazy little disco lighthouses.
“Wow…” I breathed.
“Suits you,” said Beth. “I know where we can get the perfect outfit to go with them. We should get going too. Give the nice lady at the front desk our yay-card and we’ll be on our way. Thanks, Becky, still on for tonight?”
Beth put the diamonds back in the box and I closed it. Becky swept the poncho away to reveal my regular clothes underneath, which spoiled the movie starlet illusion. My eyes watered when the girl on the front desk showed me the bill, which was many times what was left of my life savings, but it was no match for the “yay-card.”
There was a large part of me that said all this doesn’t come for free, that I should run home before I found out what the real cost was, but I still needed that interview. Besides, feeling good about myself was addictive.
Every passing moment of this day fed some secret hope long-buried inside of me. The hope that I was somebody special, that I wasn’t the invisible nothing-girl. I… deserved to leave my worries behind, even if it was just for one day.
“Let’s do this!” said Beth, leading the way out the door.
Chapter 13
Jace
Much like the high-rise where my office was located, the building that accommodated my penthouse was an absolute fortress, and Kendall was now through the security downstairs. As I stood at my door, I could see the numbers counting up on the elevator at the other end of the corridor, flanked by the last two security guards.
With a soft tone, the elevator announced her arrival and the doors slid open. Kendall glanced at the two men as she stepped out, but they stood as motionless as statues so instead she fixed her eyes on me as she closed the last twenty feet between us.
There was no telling exactly what that crazy bitch Beth had done with Kendall today. I’d get the gist of it when I saw the bill, but whatever it was I could see that it was worth it.
To me, the physical changes were negligible. Sure, her hair was styled a little different and she was wearing six figures of clothes and jewelry, but she was still Kendall.
She still had everything that made me hard as a rock when I first set eyes on her. She still had that sexy little body, that deer-in-the-headlights innocence and sweet mother of fuck was her face a work of art.
No, the real difference today had made was inside her. I could see it in the way she walked, just a faint, tentative, hint of I-know-you’re-checking-me-out swagger. A dull haze of clouds had pulled back to reveal a depth in her brown eyes that was captivating.
She was still Kendall alright, but she was glowing. Whatever was going on inside that sexy little package was like the difference between the girl who had done her best to not be noticed, and the highest-paid supermodels the world had ever seen. She had natural beauty they only had in their wildest fucking dreams, though.
Speaking of whatever was going on inside that sexy little package, my cock twitched as I remembered what that felt like. That sweet virginal tightness, so snug I had to push hard just to get balls-deep and only made possible by how wet she was. Mmmm.
Then I fucked that virgin as if she’d done it a million times and she came, hard, and I was going to have my way with her again. It was going to be a close call as to whether I could restrain myself from forcing her to her knees the instant the door was closed behind her and fucking her face for an appetizer before dinner.
From the moment I set eyes on her I… wait, no, no. That’s romantic bullshit. From the moment I fucked her I knew I had to have more. That was more like it. What the fuck was I talking about? Her captivating eyes?
I could have fucked her again without organizing everything that I had today. I couldn’t even explain to myself exactly why I’d done it. There was just something about the way that cunt of a boss had spoken to her, or about her, right there in front of her like she was nothing that fucked me off.
Normally, in the so-called real world, I didn’t lose my cool like that, but the way he was talking just rubbed me the wrong way. I was a few seconds away from reaching out and snapping his neck. Good riddance, motherfucker.
Anyway, Kendall’s boss had survived another day and now she was here with me. For her interview. I smirked.
“Hi, Jace.”
Kendall looked up at me with hopeful eyes and a healthy dose of that fear she’d first walked into my office with. She still had no idea what to expect from me, but I could see what she wanted.