Page 83 of Sweet Animosity

VIVIAN

The nerve of that man!

For several minutes after he left, I just stood in the center of his bedroom—fuming.

With my arms crossed over my chest, I tapped my foot. Well, if he thought I would wait here for him like a good little wannabe girlfriend when he returned from New York later tonight, he had another think coming.

Then I paused…

He had mentioned a Jacuzzi and Gucci.

I looked around the silent bedroom, then wandered barefoot into the hallway. There was a small tissue-wrapped package with my name on it. Inside were my jeans, shirt, bra, and panties from last night. As I rubbed the sparkly yet scratchy top material between my fingers, I looked down at my current attire and wrinkled my nose in disgust.

If I’d never done the walk of shame when I was in my early twenties, there was no reason to start now that I was twenty-eight.

Warming up to the subject, I rationalized it further.

It would serve Var right if I left him in grand style after making use of his Bloomingdale’s account.

After all, a girl could hardly make a grand exit wearing a pair of basketball shorts!

Padding into the kitchen, I picked up the house phone.

“Dobroye utro, this is Oona speaking, how may I be of service to you, Ms. Peyton?”

I tried to think about what the most expensive breakfast item would be. “Would it be possible to get a smoked salmon Eggs Benedict with some steamed asparagus?”

“But of course.”

“And some caviar on top.”

She chuckled. “That is the best way. Would you also like some fresh squeezed orange juice and a carafe of coffee?”

“Could you make it a skim milk latte?”

“Yes, of course. Is there anything else I can be of assistance with?”

I twisted the phone cord around my finger. “How would I contact the Bloomingdale’s personal shopper?”

“Var mentioned to me you might be interested in their services on his way out. I took the liberty of reaching out to them. They already have your sizes on file from your excursion earlier this week. Unless you have something specific in mind, I can arrange for them to send over a selection to choose from, if that would suit your needs?”

I studied my manicure. “Why, yes, Oona. That would suit my needs just fine.” I ran my thumb over a chipped nail. “Now talk to me about manicure options.”

After turning the bathroom lights down low with the remote, I sank down into the luxurious silk bath bubbles. Raising my arm, I brushed the suds away and admired my fresh crimson manicure. I then stretched my right leg out and admired the matching pedicure.

Using the remote again, I started the Jacuzzi jets.

Damn, a girl could get used to this.

Too bad I wasn’t the type of girl to stay with a man just because of his money.

But I was the type to teach a man a lesson that way.

My eyes flew open after I shifted my hips, allowing the jet to hit in just the right spot.

Glancing around the black marble and gold bathroom, even though I knew I was the only one in the penthouse, I reached for the remote and increased the jet pressure, then opened my knees wider.

As I leaned back again, I thought of Var and his magic penis.

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