by Larkin Rose
Eve knew that wasn’t the answer. Lexi did things to her no one else could, or had. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that Lexi fit perfectly into her chaotic world, that Lexi was perfect for her in every way. Lexi jerked her out of the tension with her soothing words. Lexi was all she needed. All she wanted. All she would ever have, and she wanted to keep it that way. Forever.
Even the cold shower hadn’t helped, though she’d masturbated without failure minutes after, with Jodi vivid in her thoughts, sucking her, driving into her. The feel of her hands, the way she pulled throaty groans out of Eve. Lord help her, she was damn good at her job. Jodi was in the right profession, for sure. And Eve had been the center of her world for days.
Or had she been?
Her insides cramped once again, bringing that little green monster to life, same as it had done all morning just thinking about the things Jodi most likely did to her clients. She huffed at her own weakness as the last model stepped beside her wearing the very gown that had nearly made her tear the hair from her head. The one in the middle of an auction war right now.
Black and crimson, lying delicately against the model’s lean figure, was her reality in living color, the very reason she worked her fingers to the bone. Her precious designs. She held her breath as tears threatened, and thought of her mother, how she’d never put anything above her daughter or her husband, how she’d treasured, cherished, her family.
Eve had this—work, career, long, grueling hours—and nothing else. Nothing. Not even a damn dog to wag a tail when she walked through the door. Not a lover, a partner, or a best friend. Void. Her life was void of the important things. The very things Jodi, a paid fucking escort, wanted above all else. A hopeless romantic trapped in her own career, waiting patiently for love to snatch her from her life.
How pathetic. How sad.
They were polar opposites.
Applause broke out and Eve snapped to attention. The model U-turned at the end of the runway, her face blank, expressionless, model-perfect, then she slipped behind the curtain and walked back stage.
The applause held while Eve stepped onto the stage and looked out over the crowd lined around the runway. She never walked the aisle like some designers did. That space was for the models, and she’d never take any credit from them.
She waved and found Jodi sitting among the people, the slouched posture and cool expression that made Eve a little loopy, those penetrating eyes undressing every inch of her.
Her stomach fluttered and her neck burned with a blush.
Chapter Seventeen
Eve pushed her plate away, the food half-eaten. The fashion show, and the week, had come to a conclusion, completely successful. The room she’d reserved for the finale dinner was crowded and filled with excitement, overflowing with high-spirited chatter from the crew, including Jodi and Amelia, who talked mainly to each other.
She should be beside herself with excitement, yet all she could think about was Lexi, how she wanted to hear her voice, tell her she was sorry for cutting their call short.
What she wanted more than anything was privacy so Lexi could coax her to that promised orgasm, to the one Eve had failed to achieve. She wasn’t sure what she was more upset about—the fact that Jodi had invaded her mind during her personal time with Lexi, or the fact that Lexi’s voice couldn’t overshadow Jodi’s face.
She instinctively looked Jodi’s way. Jodi gave a single nod and a timid smile fell across her lips. Gorgeous. Perfect in every way. Well, besides that little thing about being an escort. But who the hell cared? Eve sure didn’t. She wasn’t there to judge or ridicule. God knew she had her own messed-up life.
She returned the smile while Lexi’s voice hummed in the back of her mind. She needed to call her, to finish. If for nothing else, for her self-assurance that hell week had been the logical reason behind her inability to climax, that even though she’d successfully masturbated minutes later, it was only a one-time fluke.
Lexi was her perfect commitment. Nothing could change that.
She rose and tapped her fork against her wine glass, needing freedom from the British accent scrambling quickly to the surface of her mind.
Everyone hushed and looked her way. “Every fashion show seems to get better than the last, and this one was no exception. Everything ran impeccably, and the outcome proved how hard you all worked to make this show a success. I’m so proud to call you my employees, my friends, and my family.”
Cheers and claps filled the room. She’d done it, pulled off another event without any flaws or fuck-ups. She should be ecstatic. Instead, anxiety and confusion took hold.
Eve looked to Amelia and motioned for her to stand. Amelia hesitantly pushed her chair back. Eve held her wine glass in the air. “I’d like to formally introduce Amelia, owner of Ruccar and the artist who provided us with those beautiful props this year.”
Once again, everyone clapped while Amelia smiled and nodded to the ones nearest her.
“If you’re up for the challenge for more hell weeks, I’d be honored to welcome you aboard our chaotic little family. Permanently.”
Amelia gasped and threw her hand over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. She nodded as Jodi stood and wrapped her in a bear hug.
Eve studied them with a mixture of longing and loneliness. How would this new change affect Jodi? Her only true friend would soon be traveling near and far, caught up in a whirlwind of fashion events, with little time to be together. Yet something deep within told her Amelia and Jodi could and would survive anything, that this new fork in the road would only enhance their unbreakable bond.
The chatter increased again as everyone moved around to greet Amelia with hugs and handshakes, then they hugged each other.
Eve appraised her employees, her family, and then downed the contents of her wine glass. The urge to call Lexi only increased with every passing hug, every clap on the back. The need to hear her voice was consuming.
She made her way into the bar area, if anything, to catch a breath of fresh air. She was on edge when she should be calm. She was nervous when there was no need to be. She was feeling lonely in a room packed with familiar faces and that confused her more than anything. She never felt lonely or alone. There was never a dull moment in her day or a time when people weren’t swarming all around her. How could she be lonely when her life was so full and perfect? Just the way she’d sketched it out all those years ago.
Lexi. She needed to call Lexi. Her voice, her soothing words, would fix this. It always did.
Missing everything about Lexi, desperate to wrap herself inside her voice, Eve found a vacant stool and ordered a refill. How could she possibly miss a woman she didn’t even know? Who was nothing more than a voice on the other end of the line? She could be all the things Eve assumed. So how could she still pine for her? Need her? Was it the fact that Lexi knew her deepest sexual fantasies and wielded them for Eve during every call?
Jodi’s face sparked to life. Gorgeous, with those striking eyes. She was a gentleman. A lover of life, and a lover to a hundred women. In flesh form, she’d given Eve her fantasies. Those deep, dark secrets only Lexi knew of. Not only that, she’d made Eve think about friends and family. Shit. She’d made her think of love.
What the hell was she thinking? Jodi didn’t make her think of those things. Something had, for sure, but not Jodi. Well, maybe she had a little. The birthday party with silly balloons and lots of laughter. Holding her hand during their walk along the Thames, the comforting feeling and the calmness of normalcy. The way she’d worked Eve’s body into submission, the way Lexi did over the wire.
Eve shook her head in confusion. She fingered the rim of her glass and thought about her week. She’d spent ample time with Jodi. Yet she thought of Lexi almost every minute. Lexi might not be real, or rather, in living color, but she was all Eve had ever wanted. She was all Eve needed to fulfill her life. She was her perfect commitment.
How was it possible for a fucking voice to be her everything, eve
rything that completed her spitfire world? It was sick. She knew that. Yet nothing could stop the tidal wave of need coiling inside her with the thought of Lexi, the need to dial her number right that second, to curl herself around that phone and just listen, soaking in every deep syllable.
Shit! She was seriously disturbed.
She was in love with a fucking voice.
*
“Has she seemed unusually quiet tonight? Are you sure she was okay with your…profession?” Amelia asked as they stepped out onto the sidewalk to talk away from the crowd. Concern was evident in her voice, though the smile hadn’t faded from her face after Eve’s speech.
Jodi was so proud of her. She also hated that any part of her life would put a crimp in Amelia’s night, in her well-fought-for joy.
“Don’t worry about that right now. You have a new career to think about. All those exotic places you’ll be traveling to.” As soon as the words left Jodi’s mouth, she felt isolated and detached. Amelia would be gone and Jodi would be here with her “dates,” filling her little black book, widening her itinerary.
She wouldn’t have Amelia for lunch dates or spa treatments or late-night drinks at their favorite pub. Her life was going to change with Amelia’s, but in a whole different way.
Amelia would be living her dream, while Jodi became someone else’s fantasy.
Jodi could feel her departure already, though she wouldn’t dare admit that to Amelia. She missed her already.
“What will you do?”
Jodi thought. What else could she do? “I might take up a little traveling of my own. Go out and see a bit of this big bad world. Who knows, maybe I’ll show up at one of your fashion events.” She winked.
“I feel guilty for some reason. Like I’m abandoning you.”
Jodi pulled her into a hug. “Don’t you dare feel guilty. I wouldn’t trade places with you for anything in the world.” She pulled back. “Your new boss is going to work your damn ass off.”
Amelia laughed. “God, don’t I know it. I hope I can keep up.”
An image of Eve flashed through Jodi’s mind—Eve charging across the studio the first day she’d laid eyes on her, strutting on those pathetic boots. Jodi had witnessed the workhorse at full speed.
Jodi had had all day to think about her, about their conversation, how she needed to tell Eve the truth.
Eve’s phone call with “Lexi” was even more reason. Eve had been different, changed somehow. Something had been wrong. Eve hadn’t climaxed. Though Jodi found a little pleasure in the fact, hoping she was the reason.
Yet there was something else, something hidden beneath Eve’s pleas for Jodi to keep talking, to keep coaxing her toward orgasm. Still, Eve hadn’t reached satisfaction.
Was Jodi to blame?
She’d wanted Eve to see her face when she closed her eyes. Had prayed for it. What if Eve had had a sudden realization that she didn’t need Lexi any longer? What if her calls stopped coming? What if Lexi never heard from Eve again?
She shifted uneasily to her other foot. To top off all insecurities, why had Eve turned to Lexi so fast after leaving her bed? The question nagged her more than anything, the fact that she hadn’t been enough for Eve, that Eve still needed something more in someone else, something she obviously hadn’t gotten from Jodi.
Eve was special. She’d known it all along. Now her profession was out in the open, and Eve had stayed. She knew that Jodi had bedded hundreds of women, thickening her pockets fuck after fuck. Yet she’d stayed. She hadn’t cared.
What if Eve was the one? What if she was the one that Jodi would never forget? The one she’d never rip from her mind? The one she already couldn’t wrestle from her thoughts? Hadn’t her soul been telling her something all along? Through every phone call, listening to Eve’s sweet cries?
It was Eve. It always had been.
Jodi stuffed her hands in her pockets and looked through the glass, straining to find Eve in the crowd. She found her perched at the bar. She was so beautiful. Jodi wanted her like she’d wanted nothing else in her life. She couldn’t look away as coworkers stopped to hug her. Though she returned the smile, there was something missing in her expression. Life?
When the group moved away, Eve pushed off the stool and dissolved into the darkest corner of the bar, where the shadows swallowed her.
“What are you going to do about her?”
“Nothing. I’m not going to do anything.” But she was, and she knew it. God, she was going to fuck up. She turned back to Amelia. “I don’t know what to do.”
She’d just tell her the truth. What did she have to lose? If she didn’t take a chance now, she’d never know, even if that chance never took her anywhere at all. Eve deserved to know. She needed to know that the person she sought for sexual relief was Jodi.
But how? When? It would have to be perfect. But what was perfect? When was the right time? She prayed her instincts would let her know.
Amelia shrugged, but sympathy danced in her eyes.
Jodi’s sex line chirped, that distinct ring tone that belonged to only Eve.
Amelia looked down at the phone while Jodi panicked. She shoved around and strained to see Eve in the darkness. She was there, back pressed against the booth, chair pulled protectively in front of her, completely out of eyeshot to anyone strolling past the bar area.
When Jodi turned back to Amelia, fear withering through her veins, Amelia rolled her eyes playfully as only Amelia could and walked back inside.
Jodi inhaled deeply, took a careful glance around her to make sure she was alone, and then flipped open the cell phone, simultaneously dropping her voice into the British accent that drove Eve to whimpers.
“Hello, my sexy.”
“Lexi.” Eve’s voice was light and rushed. “I need you to listen.”
“Mmm. I think I might like this.” Jodi stepped away from the window and pressed herself against the brick building.
“Something has…I have to tell you…fuck!” Eve took a deep breath.
“Relax, Eve. What’s wrong?”
“I can’t…Lexi?”
“Yes, Eve? Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I like knowing you think about me. What are you wearing, Eve?”
“No!” Eve sighed. “Like, ever. Always, you’re on my mind.”
Jodi moved back to the window. Eve was still in the gray shadows, the phone pulled protectively against her ear, a watchful eye on the crowd.
“I think I’m addicted to you, Lexi.”
Eve wanted her. But was it Jodi, the real person behind the Brit accent? Or Lexi? Dammit, they were one and the same. No matter what number Eve dialed, it was always Jodi on the other end. Always Jodi in charge. It was Jodi’s words, through every fake accent, that dragged Eve into her erotic state of mind.
It had always been Jodi. Or had it? She couldn’t tell what Eve wanted. Did she want the fantasy with no strings attached? Or did she want to take a chance on her living fantasy?
Jodi fisted her hand against her scalp and struggled for the answer, for the right thing to do. Telling Eve could fuck up everything, especially the only tie she had left to her, that damn phone. But not telling her. It was going to tear Jodi apart.
She blew out a breath. This was her chance and she knew it. With her heart sputtering out of control, she stepped back inside the restaurant and stalled in the lobby, staring toward a woman she could possibly love. A woman she knew she loved. Possibly had all along.
Trained on Eve’s dim figure, she no longer wanted this life. This profession. The dates, the money, the little black book, or red carpets.
Normal. She wanted to be normal. The house, fence, kids, and the fucking dog. She could have it, and she deserved it.
“How can I want nothing more than your voice for the rest of my life? How can you be so perfect for me?”
Jodi found a quiet spot against the interior windows, out of the pathway to the exit. S
he turned her back on Eve and pressed her head against the glass. “Tell me your dreams, Eve.”
“You are my dream. A dream come true. I don’t want relationships. The chaos relationships bring. I just want you, and this phone, your voice. Is that insane?”
Jodi stiffened, the wind knocked from her lungs. Eve would never want her. She was real, not a fantasy. She couldn’t tuck Jodi away when she didn’t fit inside her life, then pull her out when her adrenaline high needed to be deflated. The fantasy, it was all Eve wanted. It’s all she had ever wanted.
Eve curved tighter over her legs and pressed the phone closer. She wanted to reach through the phone to caress that voice, those lips. God, it was ripping at her, this need, this want. It wasn’t normal and she knew it, yet she couldn’t stop herself. Desperate. She was desperate. And she wanted nothing more than what she had right this second, her life fulfilled, with Lexi only a phone call away.
Above all else, she wanted to prove to herself that Lexi was still the elusive fantasy, that Jodi’s face appearing in her mind, flinging Lexi’s image aside, was a fluke, that Lexi could still satisfy her, in every way. That the bullshit dancing in her mind, of mothers and sweet moments, of a house she shared with another, or having a kiss waiting for her at the end of a hectic day. Those thoughts were for her mother. Not Eve! Nor did she want to think about them anymore. She didn’t do normal. What she did, she was doing right now. Waiting for Lexi to make her come so she could dive back into what she knew best. Fashion.
She had to get back on track and get her shit together.
With a quick scan around the bar to prove she’d tucked herself far out of sight, she pushed another chair around to block all view of her lower body. “Make me come, Lexi. Right here. Right now.”
There was a long pause while Eve slid her hands between her legs. She caressed herself through her slacks, her crotch hot, ready.
“Do it, Lexi.” Eve slipped her hand inside her pants and pushed her fingers against her wet slit, dipping lower until her fingers were coated.