Christian lets it ring three times before he answers.
“What the hell, Jax? You never call. This kind of girlish behavior isn’t like you.”
“We’re going out,” I shout into the phone, pumping my voice full of enthusiasm that I don’t really feel. “I need to forget a girl.”
“You’ve never had trouble with that before.” He laughs into the phone.
On an impulse, I throw him a bone. “I’m in over my head with a woman from the magazine I acquired, if you must know, you asshole.”
“Say no more.”
“Meet me at the club at 9:00. Bring women.”
The Purple Swan is, without question, New York City’s most exclusive dining club. A membership here costs more than most people who consider themselves to be upper class make in six months. It doesn’t make a dent in my net worth.
And the food is goddamn amazing. This isn’t one of those places that charges a fortune for admission and then lets the details slip.
Christian brings a Victoria’s Secret model for himself. For me, he brings an heiress with auburn hair who could be a model but doesn’t have to. Both of them are vivacious and for a moment, when they arrive at the table, each with a hand on one of Christian’s elbows, I think this might be the ticket. This could be the woman who helps me get my heart back where it fucking belongs—out of the office, away from Cate.
Christian gives me a wink as he introduces the two women. “This is Charlotte,” he says, indicating his flawless date. “You probably saw her walk in this year’s VS Fashion Show. She’s an angel in real life, too.”
Charlotte swats him on the arm and sizes me up. Her blonde hair is either naturally that color or the dye job is the best I’ve ever seen. She’s practically glowing in a skintight black gown that gives new meaning to the black tie dress code.
I stand up and pull out a chair for my date, giving her a smile I know is a winner with virtually every woman. She does not disappoint.
“Vivian,” she says in a low, husky, lounge-singer voice that has my cock at attention.
“Hello, Vivian,” I say as she slides gracefully into her seat. “I’m so glad you could come.” I take my seat next to her, across from Christian.
This is going to be fun.
“Christian said you’re a bit of a loner, but I told him not to lie to me.” Her dark eyes are teasing.
“What makes you think I need constant company?”
“Let’s be honest with each other,” she says, smiling impishly. “You and Mr. Colt are always on the gossip sites online.”
I don’t confirm or deny it, just give her my signature half smile. She bites her lip. “Don’t believe everything you read.”
“Jax, tone it down—she has to keep her panties on in the club.”
“Lying doesn’t look good on you, Chris.”
We’re all laughing when the waiter comes with the first round of cocktails. Christian has picked the perfect women to spend the evening with.
I only have one complaint.
Neither of them are Cate.
By the end of the night, I’m tipsy from I don’t know how many drinks. The five-star chefs at the Swan sent plates to our table all night, and as the hours passed they got more inventive. Vivian and Charlotte called it quits long before Chris and I did, and now the food is sitting heavily in my stomach. I hate that feeling, hate how it’s a direct result of my own lack of self-control.
She’s getting to me.
We’re heading out the exit of the club, a small door on a less-traveled side street.
The relatively private exit is one of the selling points for the club’s clientele, so the last thing I expect is the flash of cameras in my face the moment we step onto the sidewalk.
“What the fuck?” I say angrily, shielding my eyes with my hands. Why the hell would the few remaining paparazzi in the city be interested in a dinner party on a Thursday night? There are far more interesting people to follow around than me.
One glance at Vivian tells me exactly why they’re here.
She doesn’t bother to look surprised. She just tightens her grip on my elbow and holds her head high so they can get a clear shot of her face.
Christian shoots me a look over her head that tells me he didn’t know about this shit, and I believe him.
Vivian, for all her witty jokes, wanted more time in the gossip spotlight.
I’m not going to give her much.
Keeping my face completely blank, I head for the car and step in, Vivian following close behind me. Peter closes the door and comes around the car at a jog. He’s behind the wheel in a matter of seconds.
Once Vivian sees my face, the smile drops from hers.