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CHAPTER FOUR
LANDON
Ididn’t like VickyJones.
Scratch that—I likedsomethings about her. Her tits, ass, and pussy. And she always seemed to make herself available whenever I made it out of Melbourne and landed in Palm Beach, the ostentatious slip of South Florida that had slithered its way into my heart. Vicky never turned down an invitation to a party or dinner, and she always wound up in my bed afterward, doing the thing she knew I wanted more than her company.
We had a sort of...arrangement.
“How’s the drink?” I asked her over our seats at Talentini, an Italian joint in the center of town chock-full of white tablecloths, palm-frond décor, rare wines, and handmade pastas. When the restaurant moved to this renovated space, it quickly became the hottest place to be seen when on the island. And Vicky always wanted to be seen at whatever counted as the social epicenter of Palm Beach. “Did they make it right?”
“This time they did.” She placed her martini glass on the bar and eyed me through her thick purple eyeshadow and false eyelashes. “You’re distracted tonight.”
“Hardly.”
Vicky nodded at my beer. “You’ve barely drunk that, for example. You’re tense.”
“I have a lot on my mind.”
“Like the Chatter headquarters?”
I shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. Vicky wasn’t someone I wanted to confide in about business—or anything else. Ours was a surface relationship, and I could do without probing questions from her. Her plastic surgery-plumped mouth was better for other things. Otherfunthings.
“The grand opening is going to be fantastic,” she added. “Everyone’s talking about it.”
“Team’s been planning it for weeks.”
“I confirmed my invite the other day. It’s the business event of the year.” She reached across the bar and placed her bony hand on my arm. “But hey, since you’re so far away, let’s pay the tab and get out of here.”
“And do what?”
It was a rhetorical question, and I knew she’d understand. Playing along, Vicky narrowed her eyes, and her next words were full of innuendo. “I’ve got a few ideas.”
“Be specific.”
She didn’t need to be, but I liked drawing this out. That was part of the fun. And what was life without a little bit of that?I could use more of it, though probably with someone else. But she’s good enough for tonight...
