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“Is it all Photoshop, or what?” Claire asked, an evil glint in her eyes.
“It’s not,” Lorelei said, her voice croaking and quiet. “I’ve been having some … issues.”
“No doubt.” Claire laughed. “You look rough. Maybe you should get down to the spa, you know? Have a massage.”
“It’s not that,” Lorelei said, trying to find the words. This girl was so upfront about everything, so confident. Wasn’t this how Lorelei had been only a few weeks ago? She couldn’t help but look down at herself, in her raggedy sweatpants and tattered shirt. Lorelei let her head fall into the palm of her hand. She could feel the tears coming, filling her eyes and threatening to spill, but the last thing she wanted was to cry in front of this child. “Life isn’t always easy.” Lorelei sniffled. “You know, it’s not always rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes life hurts.”
“Right,” Claire sang out the word with skepticism. “Look, can you just cut to the chase? I really have no reason to be here talking to you, of all people.”
“You broke into my house,” Lorelei said, her voice shaking. “You were naked in my bathroom, screaming my husband’s name. Don’t you think I deserve some answers?”
Claire laughed and leaned back in her chair, swinging her arm over the back of it. She tried to look at ease but Lorelei could see the discomfort hidden in her expression. Her smile was tight, no longer easy and carefree, and her eyes had narrowed slightly.
“Look, lady,” Claire sighed, “I’m sorry I broke into your house or whatever. I broke my phone doing it.”
Claire’s right hand immediately plunged into her bra, fondling her breast for a moment, then withdrawing a small black box. It took Lorelei a moment to realize she’d fished out her phone. There was no doubt about it—the screen was smashed to pieces. There were even shards of glass missing, leaving the edges to glitter in the sunshine.
“That was the only thing that was damaged,” Claire said. “My property. Not yours.”
“You broke into my house,” Lorelei repeated. “You intruded into my life and I need to know why.”
Claire scoffed. “Because I want your husband,” she answered, a little too honestly. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“You ...” Lorelei’s words trailed off. How could she even say the words out loud? She knew if the girl tried again she would more than likely be successful. How could a man resist her? Hell, Lorelei found herself staring at the teenager’s breasts, the way her legs moved.
Lorelei snapped her mouth shut, realizing it had opened, gawking and looked up into Claire’s glittering eyes. “I asked you here because of my husband,” Lorelei said, trying to hold back the emotion from her voice. “I want you to sleep with him.”
Claire physically recoiled, her eyes wide. Her mouth gaped open as she stared into Lorelei’s eyes. The look only lasted for a moment, until Claire managed to control her expression and her exterior once more returned to stone. She looked cool and calm, but Lorelei knew it was just an act.
“That’s …” Claire seemed to search for the words. “That’s an interesting proposition.”
“Is it?” Lorelei asked.
Claire leaned back in her chair.
There was no doubt in Lorelei’s mind that Claire wanted to do it, but she might have been revolted by Vince’s wife asking her to. Either way, she knew she had to make it happen. Whatever it took to convince this petulant teenager, she was going to do it. She had to for the sake of her sanity and her marriage.
Chapter five
You know you want me
Vincesupportedhisheadwith his palms, his eyes stared down at the glass top of his desk. His vision was blurred and his eyes refused to focus on anything, no matter how hard he tried. His mind was elsewhere. Nothing around him registered. All he could think about was his crumbling personal life.
Ever since that teenager had broken into his home, his wife had been beside herself. He tried to help her as gently as he could, but she just wasn’t having any of it. All she wanted to do was seclude herself from the world but it was only making her worse. There was no way he could help her. If she didn’t want to help herself then there was nothing he could do. He worried this was the end of his marriage.
Not in his worst nightmares had he ever imagined his marriage falling apart so spectacularly, and yet there he was. It was all he could think about: losing his wife because of some teenager he wasn’t even interested in.
Jesus Christ, he thought. When did my life get so goddamn complicated?
Vince pulled his head up and let his hands drop to the desktop. They banged against his keyboard, waking his computer from sleep. On the screen, he could see his current project. Locations—dozens of them—all splattered across the screen. He winced at the bright screen and gazed at all the places he was surely going to visit in the future. When he went globetrotting, was he going to have a wife to come home to?
Worse than all of that, he couldn’t get the image of the teenager out of his head. She was petite, tight, and perky. Her body was perfect. Vince wanted to touch her, to press his body against hers, make sure she felt his hardness pressing against her stomach as he kissed her neck. That picture in his head wouldn’t go away. The more he tried to force it away, the more forcefully it came back. Soon his whole body was pulsing as his heart hammered in his chest.
A gust of wind blew into the office, drawing his attention out of his head finally. Standing in the door was his receptionist. He turned to look at her, feeling his eyes struggling to focus on her figure. Her mouth was moving but the words washed over him like white noise, completely unintelligible.
Vince rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and shook his head, trying to clear his mind from all the fog. When he looked up at Jenna again, she was staring at him expectantly.
“Yes,” he sighed, “sure thing.”
