Paige, Just Call Me Paige
I yawn as I walk in to a kitchen filled with dirty dishes. You know, for once the dishes would magically do themselves. I guess they could wait until tomorrow though since I’m way too tired to do them myself and I know Scott won’t help. I pick my cat up off the counter and kiss him on the head before setting her down on the tile floor, “Hey baby.”
I throw my blonde hair over my shoulder and check the messages on the phone, one from mom, one from Trish and one from some guy telling me my car is ready to be picked up from the dealer.
I shimmy my coat off and hang it up in the closet, closing the door behind me. I check my watch and pull my shirt out from my skirt and start to unbutton it as I open my bedroom door.
“Paige!”
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“There are some gorgeous women here tonight,” Trace says, taking a sip of his beer as some girl checks us out from the dance floor. The music pounds out a beat that keeps my leg bouncing up and down.
“Yeah, there are,” I respond, looking around.
“See anything that strikes your interest?”
I take a sip of my rum and coke, “Go have fun. If I see anyone worth while I’ll be sure to leave Greg here with you. He has your room key.”
Trace pats me on the back, “Have fun man.”
“Will do,” I assure him, watching the dance floor intently for my next conquest. The women grind on each other here but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I need something a little extra special tonight.
I take the last sip of my drink and decide that in order to make a pick I’m going to need another drink. Things always get better with a drink. I make my way over to the bar and nod at the bartender, raising my glass. He immediately goes for the rum and I turn to the side to look down the bar. There, sitting in the chair is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life.
She’s sipping an apple martini and running her fingers around the rim of the glass every few seconds. Her blonde highlights are made more prominent from the red dress she has on. It’s like she’s begging for it.
I take my drink when the bartender puts it down in front of me and I saunter on down to the girl. I come up behind her and lean in to her ear, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack or is it just in your nature to drive men wild?”
She spins around on her chair and leans her elbows back on the bar, giving me a very nice view of her assets, “That has to be one of the worst pickup lines I’ve ever heard.”
Red lips. That’s about all I can concentrate on. At least until I start to stare at her breast, “What pickup line would you like me to tell you?”
“One that doesn’t involve you being near me.”
Feisty. I love it when their feisty.
“What’s the matter? Bad experience with men?”
She rolls her eyes, “You guys are all the same you know that?”
“He cheated on you huh?” I ask, already aware of what she’s going to say by the look on her face. She’s got a good poker face but her tone gives her away.
“What makes you think that?” she asks skeptically.
“I’m God’s gift to women. What can I say?”
She takes a deep breath and I can tell I’m losing her interest, “To be honest, I can tell just by looking at you. I mean, you wouldn’t be this upset over a bad date, so it had to be a boyfriend. Besides, you’re too beautiful not to be taken. Or should I say been taken.”
“You can say you’ll leave me alone.”
“Just admit it. Some guy cheated in you.”
“Yep.”
“With anyone you know?”
She crosses her legs, “My co-worker.”
“Sounds like a douche bag.”
Her smile spreads across her face, “I think that’s the first thing I’ve agreed with a guy all night.”
I take her hand and kiss it gently, “I’m Justin.”
“I know,” she responds coyly.
“And you are….”
“Paige.”
“Paige. It’s nice to meet you,” I say, pulling her up off her seat. I take the martini from her hand, whisking it away from her and leading her to the dance floor.
“I should tell you now I’m not a fan,” she says as I take her hand and twirl her.
I run my hands down her back until it hovers over her ass, “You will be by the time you leave.”
“I doubt it,” her response biting harder than I thought it would.
Her eyes dare me to say something back so I bend her back a little to give me time, “Never say never.”
Paige’s blonde hair falls over her shoulder and all I can think about is getting her to my hotel room, “So Paige, how bad do you want to get back at your boyfriend?”
She lets the corner of her mouth go up just barely, “What did you have in mind?”
“I think you already know.”
“What makes you think I would sleep with you?”
“I think you like me. In fact, I think you want me.”
“Is that so?”
My lips get closer to hers until they connect, locking together in a feverish passion. I pull away and take her hand, guiding up to the exit of the club.
Tony throws me the keys and I catch them, “Wait for Trace,” I holler as Paige and I get in the car. I start it up and the car purrs as I put it in drive.
“So is this all part of the game? You meet a girl and then take her to your incredibly expensive car, exploit your wealth, you then escort her to your luxurious hotel room before having sex and finally packing up, sneaking out the back exit before she realizes what has happened?”
I shift gears in the car, “If you think that’s what going to happen than why are you doing this?” I respond.
“Is that really how it goes? Back exit and all?”
“Do you want to get out,” I say, pulling over to the side of the road quickly, beginning to think that no matter how beautiful this girl is I don’t want to deal with her crying or shit like that when I leave.
“Naw, I’m used to it.”
I pull up to the hotel and get out of the car, going into the room I’m staying in with her. She slips her jacket off and looks around, “Nice room.”
“Yeah it’s great,” I respond, looking to her for some sort of sign that she’s ready to go.
She get’s a comical look on her face, “You’ve never taken someone back to your room who wasn’t naked by the time you got here have you?”
I decide to play it cool, “Most women fall at my feet.”
Paige rolls her eyes, “Let’s get this over with.”
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I gather up my things, wringing my hair out one last time as I put it in a bun to keep my wet locks from dripping on my dress. He stirs and opens his blue eyes, blinking until his eyes until they focus on me. He looks at me surprised, “I thought you would still be sleeping.”
I laugh, “I’m not a groupie. And you’re hung over.”
“But still,” he protests.
“Look, last night was fun but I’m just not that into you. It wasn’t exactly earth shattering.”
His ego looks bruised as he plays it off like what I just said was nothing, “You and your boyfriend deserve each other.”
“Aw, is someone’s feelings hurt?” I ask, gabbing at him.
“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.”
“Will do,” I say, putting my heels on and finally my jacket, “See ya.”
“Right. Like that will ever happen,” he laughs as I leave the hotel.
I smile as the elevator opens and I get out, walking around to the back exit behind the dumpster. I crouch down and turn my cell on. God I hate this part of the job. I should have brought my stuff with me because I’m always on the job but I was too angry to stop and take anything on my way out last night.
Suddenly the door swings open and I duck back, watching him stumble out, waiting for the car. I lean out a little and start snapping away. I watch as he leans over and pukes into a trash can. Perfect.
After a few seconds the car comes around and he gets in with his bodyguard to be whisked off to another celeb hot spot. I save the pictures and start to dial until Brooke picks up, “What is it? It’s six am in the fucking morning. On a Saturday.”
“You wouldn’t believe the past twelve hours I just had unless I had the pictures to prove it.”
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