Sugar Baby Beautiful(23)

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “That doesn’t help.”

“Sorry.”

“How sorry are we talking about? Like a kiss goodbye sorry?” He leaned in eagerly.

I gave him a look, and he nodded as he got it.

“Guys, we’re going to have to take a rain check on that pie,” he called to his friends, who shook their heads in disappointment as they left the diner.

“I hope your taste in men gets better, Ms. Felicity Harper.” He put his hat on and turned to leave.

I stood there for a split second before following him. Pushing the door open, I called after him. “Hey, sailor!”

They all stopped and glanced back to me. Walking up to him, I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him slowly, but before he could respond, I let go.

“I told you I was sorry. I hope you find a girl who likes the beaches in Hawaii way more than the ones here.”

A grin spread across his face. He didn’t say anything, and I waved to his friends. I had gone only a few feet before I heard them cheering. They all jumped him and high-fived each other.

“What an amazing life you have. I don’t even know why you bother working—oh, right, you barely do that,” Manny, my manger, said just loud enough for me to hear as he walked into the kitchen.

“Ignore him.” Rosemary laughed, linking her arms with mine. “How was the kiss with our favorite sailor?”

“Cold,” I replied honestly. Just like I’d expected, kissing him did nothing. I could have been kissing my arm and gotten more of a rise out it.

I wanted….

I was not going there.





Theo


“You were so right about this piece. It sets the whole tone for the rest of the work,” Tori said beside me. “It sounds so simple, yet the chords are far more complex. I had to call in a favor to have a friend of mine play it because I couldn’t. Are you sure she never had any formal training?”

“I told you everything I know, Tori,” I replied, watching Walt work through the choreography again with his dancers. But they either couldn’t do anything right, or he was in a pissy mood and was taking it out on them.

“Screw it,” Walt finally snapped. “Everyone take a break and think about whether or not you still want to be dancers for this company, because this is not good enough.”

“What’s wrong with him?” My eyes shifted back to her.

She laughed. “The same thing that is wrong with you: Felicity.”

“What does that mean—?”

“He had a moment with her when they danced. He said it was just like they were speaking a higher language. She got every one of his moves and even knew what he wanted to do next. He hasn’t been so excited to dance with anyone in a long time.”

I frowned, trying not to remember how she’d looked in that moment. “Shouldn’t it annoy you that he raved about another woman like that? You’re his wife.”

“Why does it bother you?”

I didn’t answer because I didn’t know.

“I’m not annoyed or jealous because I know his dancing does not equate to his love for me. Besides, afterwards he was so excited, the moment we got home he stripped me down and—”

“Yeah, let’s not share.” I stood up when Violet eyes glimpsed at me.

“Is she coming back?” Her question took me by surprise. “Whatever happened, don’t you think you should apologize? She could be the secret weapon for Darcy Entertainment.”

“I’m the secret weapon for Darcy Entertainment, and I have nothing to apologize for.” I walked out.

I wanted a moment to think, but apparently I had pissed God off somehow and that was too much to ask for.

“So are you going to keep avoiding me?” Violet asked from behind me.

Ignoring her, I kept walking.

“Theo.”

“You got married, Violet—”

“And divorced.”

“Your personal life means nothing to me, so I have nothing to talk to you about. Please do a good job. This gala is important to the company.” Still moving toward the elevator, I didn’t bother sparing her another look.

Violet Montgomery hadn’t been my problem in two years, and I intended to keep it that way.

Apparently I have the worst taste in women.





Felicity


Day 5

3:11 p.m.

It had been five days since I had seen Theo, and I hadn’t thought of him at all. I was totally over it. Moving on with my life.

That was a lie.

“Excuse me. Excuse me!”

I turned around to a find a teenage girl with blonde hair, the ends dyed pink, holding up an empty Chipotle bowl filled with napkins and other trash.

God, I hated my job at this damn high school.