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Whatever the case, I’ll find out when we get to Nuage.
We take the limo down the street, and as we drive to the club, I ponder how the rest of the evening will go. Alexi will win some money in poker, he’ll spout a lot of BS about his business dealings in the US.
I’ll smile and nod admiringly.
One day, all this posturing and pretending will pay off.
Which is a good thing because I despise him and his Russian plutocrats. Removing Sergei Andropov and Sidorov from power and putting them both in a grave is my deepest desire.
CHAPTER 4
Natalia
One month earlier…
On Saturday,the three of us met at our favorite diner for brunch. I have an evening shift and so won’t be starting until three o’clock.
“So, what was the Prince like?” Michelle asks, her voice droll. “Did you go to his castle and dine on pheasant and three-hundred-year-old wine from Tuscany? Tell me everything…”
I smile at Michelle’s sarcasm, and lean my chin on my hand, watching a very tired and frazzled looking Sherri, who sits across from us at the diner, a cup of very-much needed coffee in hand.
“He wasdreamy,” she says with a smile. “His place is amazing. Penthouse overlooking Central Park. Two levels plus a roof-top patio. Must cost multiple millions. I was in awe.”
“Tell me more? Did you get it on with Mr. Penthouse?” Michelle asks.
“Did we get it on? Girl, do you even have to ask?” She laughs and forks a fried potato on her plate. “His bedroom has thismassive king-sized bed with four posts that look like trees. He has an actual Matisse on the wall in the study. And this grand piano…”
“I imagine his body is as hot as it looks, under those very expensive tailor-made suits?” I ask, curious about what he was like between the sheets.
“He’s so hot, he would melt you.”
“Mmm hmm,” I murmur, a twinge of jealousy in my stomach. “Do tell.”
“Uh, uh.” She wags a finger at me. “I don’t want to make you any more jealous than you already are. Let’s just say that I was completely satisfied and leave it at that, okay?”
“Oh, okayyyy…” I heave a heavy sigh of envy and take a sip of my own cup of coffee.
“Maybe you should write a post on that Reddit thread detailing your very satisfying evening with one of the Princes of Wall Street,” Michelle says. “I’m sure the ladies would love to read them.”
“I’m sure they would, but I’m not spilling.” Sherri frowns. “I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize my standing with him and hisveryexclusive group.”
“Soundsverymysterious. One day, you will have to tell us. Maybe you can get us a pass to the group so we can find our own Princes?” Michelle holds her mug up, her expression hopeful, but at the same time, I know she's joking.
“Maybe one day…”
We finish our brunch and will return to our respective destinations — me at the hospital, Michelle at her class on campus, and Sherri to her dorm where she plans to sleep the day through.
“When are you seeing Prince Richie Rich Bastard again?” Michelle asks.
Sherri frowns. “He’s not a bastard. He’s actually very nice.”
“I know, I know,” Michelle says quickly. “What I mean is Prince Richie Rich Lucky Bastard.”
“It’s not luck either. He worked hard for his money. He’s clean, unlike his family.”
“That’s what they all say, sweets,” I reply. “He also inherited a whole lot of money, and had a trust fund… Plus, who knows how entangled he is in the family business. Don’t leave that out of the equation.”
“You’re so jealous.” Sherri pouts. “He’s a bona fide self-made man, if you consider that he’s in a whole different field than his father and grandfather were. In fact, he doesn’t approve of his father’s ties to organized crime. Plus, he was in the army for four years.”
