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“That figures.” I grew an inch for making that call on the spa design—Mirabel inspired of course.
“Therefore, we’d like to connect with your architects and perhaps for them to form a partnership with our team.”
“Sure. Can do. I’ll give Will the details.” I rose and stretched my arms.
“I haven’t finished.”
Her stern command made my shoulder blades tense.
“You’re still seeing that hippy, I take it?”
“She’s not a hippy, Mother.”
“Whatever. She’s fornicating her manager, you realize.”
My mother and her antiquated words—fuckinghad not made it into her vocabulary.
Would that have made it better, hearing that?
I wanted to use an expletive or two at my mother for meddling. It wasn’t just that, though. Something else slapped me hard—Mirabel had denied sleeping with Orson. In any case, I didn’t do jealousy. I’d never had cause to.Then what’s that knot in my chest?
I played my cool card. “That’s Orson. I’ve met him. He’s producing her latest song.”
“He’s sleeping with her.” She tapped her long fingernails over the pad in front of her.
It suddenly dawned on me that my mother had sent someone to spy on Mirabel. “Now look, you’re completely out of line, Mother.”
With that full face of makeup, like she was off to an important function, my mother’s face barely moved.
“From what I hear, theirs is a professional relationship. He’s just a womaniser who likes to swing his dick around,” I said.
She winced. “Don’t be crass.”
I couldn’t tell what pissed me off more: the spying, discussing my personal life, or that Mirabel had slept with Orson.
All of it.
“I know you men can’t keep it in your trousers.” Her red-painted mouth curled into a patronizing smile. She leaned back on her high-backed leather chair. Her top bun, without a strand out of place, looked sculpted onto her head.
“We don’t ask you about your personal life with a much younger man, who I might add you were sleeping with while married to our father.”
“Orson has been going around telling whoever asks that he always sleeps with his proteges. And when asked about Mirabel, he wore it like a badge of honour.”
“Then it’s before we became exclusive.”
A crease appeared on her face, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her guard had crumbled, and I finally got a reaction from her, which I preferred to her cold indifference. “Oh, please don’t tell me she’s become your actual girlfriend?”
“I like her.” I sighed. “In any case, I don’t have to explain myself to you or anyone for that matter.”
“What happened to all the well-dressed girls you used to consort with?”
“Consort with? I’m not a criminal.” I sniffed.
“Stop playing with my meanings.”
“Those girls who you described as dressing like common streetwalkers?” I challenged.
Her mouth twitched into a cool smile. “I prefer that to someone in hand-me-downs.”
