Page 93 of My Salvation
“What?! When did you kiss Thayer? And why am I just now hearing about it?”
I walk through what happened between me and him the other day. “I don’t know what to think. One minute he’s an asshole, the next we’re working together and becoming friends. Like a switch, he’s suddenly attracted to me? He’s all over the place.” My hands are flying in frustration as I walk through the last few months.
“Thayer’s a good man. Not only do I respect him as a physician and a boss, he’s a really good guy. When I first started working for him, he was icy cool towards me. One day, I decided to have it out with him. Apparently, he was afraid I would fall in love with him or his money.” She shakes her head in memory. “I never laughed so hard in my life. I asked him why he would think I would be interested in him. After all, he didn’t have a rock-hard body, covered in ink, which is exactly my type. After laughing at my type, he told me he had always had gold diggers after him.”
“Seriously? Money seems to be a weird issue for him. He was afraid all I wanted from my men was their money. As if I didn’t make any of my own. What the hell?”
“You don’t know?” She waits until I shake my head. “He comes from old Boston money. Like his family came over on the Mayflower kind of money. They had a huge rift when he joined the Army after getting his medical degree, but in the end he was the only heir, and they patched things up. When his father died, he inherited close to a billion dollars.”
“Wow. I knew he came from money, but that’s a whole other level of wealth. No wonder he’s kind of screwed up about money. I’d be paranoid, too.” My eyes drift as I think about the inheritance I received from Collin’s estate when he died. That kind of money could do so much for others.
“We’re here! How do I look?” she demands as she plumps up the girls again.
“Well, if you push those girls up one more time, they’re going to fall out of the top of that dress.” Smirking, I gesture to her boobs.
“Perfect. That’s exactly the look I was trying to achieve. Let’s go.” She bounces out of the car.
Well, this should be an interesting evening. Waving bye to the driver, I step out in front of the Montana Club. Walking in, I wonder if there’s a dance theme tonight. Last time I’d been here, it was for salsa night with Lowell. My nipples peak as I think about how that night ended.
“Over there.”
Sarah grabs my hand and pulls me towards the two men at a table in the bar. Wow. She wasn’t kidding when she said Thayer wasn’t her type. These men are stacked, with heavy tattoos and hard bodies. One resembles the picture she had shown me, with his movie star good looks with blond hair and brown eyes. The other has dark brown hair and green eyes. Both men wear buttoned-up shirts with the cuffs rolled up, showing off tattoo sleeves on both arms.
Sarah goes up to the blond first. He bends down to her petite frame and gives her a hard kiss. Turning her in his arms, he sets her back against his front. “Sarah, this is my...friend and agent, Brax. Brax, this is Sarah.” He tenses as he waits for Brax to acknowledge Sarah.
But Sarah being Sarah, she doesn’t wait. Holding out her hand, she cocks her head and murmurs, “Aren’t you tall, dark, and handsome, emphasis on the dark? I get it now. You and Remi are together, aren’t you? And I’m crashing the party?”
His eyes widen in surprise at her quick read of the situation. “Sarah. Why would you think we were involved?” His hand engulfs her tiny one for a second or three. Reluctant to let go, he drops his hand and wipes it subtly on his jeans.
Sarah shrugs but doesn’t answer him. “Remi and Brax, this is my friend, Kate.”
They both reach out and shake my hand. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, Remi.”
We all sit down and order drinks. Remi keeps the atmosphere lively with stories about his latest movie, but the undercurrent is intense. Remi and Brax are communicating silently back and forth. Brax’s eyes ping between Remi and Sarah. Starting to feel like an intruder, I decide to go dance.
“I’m going to dance.” Hopping off the stool, I shoot Sarah a quick glance, but she waves me off. I see a very “happy” threesome in her future, if she can get Brax to give her a chance. Ha, as if it is his decision. My bet’s on Sarah.
Smiling, I hit the dance floor to an upbeat song. Maneuvering around the outstretched hands, I abandon myself to the music. It’s not often I get to let loose. A few bodies press up against mine, but I slip away before their hands land on me.
I’m startled when a tall, lean body wraps around me. Whipping my head around, I prepare to tell them off when I realize it’s Lowell.
“You just won me free drinks,” I tell him as I turn back around and dance back to his front. Raising my arms, his hands glide down my sides to my hips before pulling me tight against him. Exhilarated, we dance for the next hour.
“Let’s stop. I need some water.” Grasping his hand, I pull him back towards the bar. When we get to the table, Sarah’s shocked as she notices it’s Lowell here.
“I can’t believe Lowell is the one to come get you. How did you know?” Her mouth twists as she realizes she lost the bet.
“We dance here all the time.” Laughing at her expression. “Now, let me order a couple drinks. On you, right?”
After ordering, I pull her off to the bathroom. “Are you okay? What’s been going on?”
“Apparently, Brax and Remi have been together for years. When he met me, he couldn’t forget about me. He wants to invite me into their relationship.”
“Wow. Okay. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to give them time to work their shit out. Hopefully, we’re going to end the night together. Then I’m going to suggest I come to Los Angeles for an extended visit and spend time getting to know them both. For some reason, it takes time for men to work out what I worked out in the first minute.” Rolling her eyes at their incapability to see things clearly quickly, she steps up to wash her hands.
“They are not going to know what hit them when they both fall for you. I almost feel sorry for them.”
