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| Body | I took a second step backwards, but bumped into something hard.<br /> A wall? No...a person.<br /> I spun around only to find the most handsome man I'd never laid eyes on staring down at me with a half empty glass in his hand.<br /> My eyes wandered from his broad shoulders down his muscular chest toward the glass in his hand, the glass that had just spilled liquor all over his insanely expensive shoes.<br /> "I'm so sorry." I huffed, frantically wiping at the man's shoes, but making very little progress.<br /> "Stand up." The man's deep voice found its way to my ears with a softness that made me melt, but an edge that made me want to obey him. "You're far too beautiful to be cleaning my shoes."<br /> __________<br /> Kinsley ~<br /> I had been to Adriana's house multiple times, but I didn't think I'd ever get used to the size of it. Her home took up nearly an entire city block and made me feel like I was two inches tall and very, very poor. The immaculate trimmings of her front door alone reminded me of the bills I had to pay and I internally scolded myself as I frantically checked the date on my phone.<br /> I don't think I paid my electric bill.<br /> Before I could obsess over my financial oversight, my thoughts were interrupted by the massive door opening, revealing Adriana in workout clothes, but a full face of make-up.<br /> "Kins!" Adriana squealed as if we hadn't just had lunch the day before.<br /> "I cannot wait to see how your piece looks in the study!" Adriana said, reaching for the artwork that I had in a case resting against my side.<br /> "I thought you said it was going in the dining room?" I asked as I entered the house, hearing my own voice echo off of the marble floors.<br /> "I was kind of thinking I wanted something bigger for the dining room. Like bam right when you walk in, maybe some big pops of color." Adriana said enthusiastically as we passed the large dining room.<br /> The thought of being contracted to create another piece for Adriana was more than appealing, not only was she a low maintenance client who gave me tons of creative freedom, she paid generously for my work - well over my asking price. I wasn't sure if the payment was because we were friends or because she valued my work, but either way I had an electric bill that needed to get paid and didn't care about client motives.<br /> "Every time I come to your house I find something new to admire." I said, tilting my head up to gawk at the elaborate chandelier that hung above us as we made our way to the study.<br /> Adriana rolled her eyes and waved her hand at the absolute masterpieces that were scattered along her walls.<br /> "These are all dated - I'm trying to make this house my own and your pieces are my favorite. They're so edgy and trendy. I can't get enough of them." Adriana said excitedly.<br /> Her compliments pulled a bright smile from me as I opened up the case, readying myself for her reaction to the large painting I'd brought with me. No matter how many times I had received compliments from Adriana, revealing my finished pieces to anyone was nerve wracking.<br /> "Oh my God it's perfect! Kins, babe, your work is to die for!" Adriana clapped her hands together excitedly.<br /> "I'll have someone hang it immediately, but first, let's talk payment."<br /> This is my least favorite part.<br /> Making friends with Adriana had skyrocketed my business, but I was still uneasy about assigning monetary value to my pieces. If I priced them too high, no one would buy, but too low and the high brow elite would lose interest and view me as beneath them.<br /> Adriana eyed me, waiting for me to name my price.<br /> "$5,000" I said meekly, in more of a question than a statement.<br /> Adriana let out a sigh and shook her head at me before correcting my obviously incorrect decision.<br /> "I'll give you $10,000 and consider it largely discounted."<br /> Did she just say $10,000?<br /> My mouth involuntarily flopped open at the large number before I could stop it and Adriana gave me an over exaggerated eye roll in response.<br /> "You have to stop doing that." She scolded me.<br /> "Doing what?" I asked, closing my mouth and schooling my expression.<br /> "Acting shocked when people offer what you consider to be a large sum of money for your work."<br /> I knew she was right. If I wanted to sell to Adriana's high brow friends, I needed to at least be able to pretend I'd seen checks that large before.<br /> "I know, I know. I'm just not used to it. I don't really fit in with all of this." I waved my hand around the room, motioning to her entire house and waitstaff that was standing around in various places.<br /> "Welllll, I think we need to change that." Adriana said with a wide grin as she looped her arm in mine.<br /> You can't change how we were raised Adriana and spoiler alert - ten different foster homes is the opposite of lavish and luxurious. I'm out of place here, no matter how much money you hand me for my paintings.<br /> "How do you plan on doing that?" I asked in a skeptical tone that mirrored the quizzical look on my face.<br /> "Exposure."<br /> "I'm not following." I said honestly.<br /> "Come with me to a party tonight. Let me introduce you to the people who will help take your little business to the next level. If they think you are up and coming and trendy they'll eat up your work and pay you top dollar for it."<br /> Her suggestion made me nervous for a number of different reasons with the main one being the type of people that Adriana and her family surrounded themselves with. It wasn't just intimidating to be around people with that much wealth - it was how they obtained their wealth that intimidated me.<br /> Adriana's father was high in the rankings of the L.A. mafia. I had seen him in the news a few times and knew that the people who would be at this party would not only be extremely wealthy, but would most likely be extremely dangerous as well.<br /> My stomach knotted and Adriana picked up on my apprehension immediately.<br /> "Just come with me tonight. If you hate it, I'll never ask you again. Come on, you can be my date." She stuck out her bottom lip, giving me a comically pouty expression that I'm sure her parents saw non-stop when she was growing up.<br /> "Fine." I relented. "But I don't have anything to wear!"<br /> "I have plenty of things for you to borrow my love." Adriana said, guiding me to her closet that was larger than my entire apartment.<br /> I had to admit that the idea of attending such an exclusive party with some of the wealthiest people in L.A. was intriguing and exciting. I'd never been exposed to that type of clientele before and my curiosity was starting to overpower my anxiety.<br /> Kinsley ~<br /> A few hours later I found myself in one of Adriana's tight fitting dresses that was clearly tailored to her body and not mine, but I could get away with it for a couple of hours. It was tight and restricting, but thin straps kept sliding off of my shoulders every few minutes as if it were reminding me that I wasn't meant to be in it.<br /> I nervously fidgeted with the ends of my hair that Adriana had fixed for me. The split ends of my light brown hair twirled beneath my fingers as the town car passed by mansion after mansion, each one bigger than the last.<br /> Good lord when was the last time I had a hair cut?<br /> The excitement I had felt was starting to dwindle into downright anxiety as the car pulled up to a large house that looked more like a palace and somewhere that I definitely didn't belong.<br /> "Ready?" Adriana said,<br /> No.<br /> "Yep." I answered, forcing a smile as I awkwardly scooted myself out of the car in Adriana's form fitting dress.<br /> There were multiple attendants waiting outside. Some were there to park cars, others were there to take coats and purses, and the rest were standing around as if waiting to be given a request. I'd never seen anything like it other than in the movies.<br /> "Whose house is this again?" I asked in a hushed tone as I leaned toward Adriana.<br /> "This is one of the Moretti family homes." Adriana replied over her shoulder as she handed her bag to one of the attendants.<br /> One of? Cheese and rice I forgot how rich these people were. This is just one of their homes?<br /> "And you're sure they won't mind that I'm here?" I asked in a shaky voice, reminding myself of why they were so wealthy.<br /> Adriana was clearly fed up with my nervous antics and spun around to face me as we entered the massive estate.<br /> "Kins, You look amazing and you're welcome here because you are my personal guest. If anyone doesn't want you here then they can take it up with me." Adriana's words were sharp, but her facial expression was soft and comforting.<br /> Taking in a deep breath I let Adriana's words soak in and felt a wave of confidence wash over me.<br /> "Got it." I said, nodding my head, signaling that I was done acting like a scared child. I was 24 years old, a grown woman and this was just a party.<br /> "Good."<br /> Adriana walked through the house like she owned the place, introducing me to people as she greeted everyone with pecks on the cheek. She walked with poise and confidence that I tried to emulate, but couldn't quite master.<br /> Can everyone see that I don't belong here or is it all in my head?<br /> The feeling of eyes on me hovered in the air around me, making my skin hot and my palms sweat as we made our way further into the mansion. Everything was intricate and embellished with refined fixtures and finishings that made me feel dull and out of place.<br /> As Adriana carried on a conversation, my eyes wandered over the massive floral centerpieces and I couldn't help but notice how beautiful the color combination was.<br /> I love that, if only there was better lighting to highlight those textures.<br /> I took a step back with my head tilted to the side to see if I could picture what those flowers would look like with more purple hues and some better lighting. Feeling inspired and wanting to take a mental snap shot so I could paint it later, I took a second step backwards, but bumped into something hard.<br /> A wall? No...a person.<br /> "What ?" A deep voice echoed from behind me between gritted teeth, making my blood run cold at the sound.<br /> I spun around only to find the most handsome man I'd never laid eyes on staring down at me with a half empty glass in his hand. His blue gray eyes looked furious, but softened slightly as they settled on my face which I'm sure was beet red at the moment. My eyes wandered from his broad shoulders down his muscular chest toward the glass in his hand, the glass that had just spilled liquor all over his insanely expensive shoes.<br /> Completely mortified at my clumsiness, I immediately dropped down to the floor, using the napkin from the drink I'd just received to wipe the scotch from his shoes that I hopefully hadn't ruined, praying I wouldn't have to pay to have them replaced.<br /> "I'm so sorry." I huffed, frantically wiping at the man's shoes, but making very little progress.<br /> Lost in my own frenzied thoughts, I focused on the man's shoes until I felt a large hand gently wrap around my bicep.<br /> "Stand up." The man's deep voice found its way to my ears with a softness that made me melt, but an edge that made me want to obey him.<br /> Doing as he asked, I straightened my legs that felt like they were made of jello, trying to get enough courage to face him after my embarrassing error. He left his hand on my arm, helping to steady me until I was completely upright, but as soon as I met his blue-gray eyes, I suddenly forgot how to breathe.<br /> "You're far too beautiful to be cleaning my shoes." The man said, giving me a panty dropping smile that made my mouth dry.<br /> Say something Kinsley. Don't just stare at him like an idiot.<br /> "I don't think we've met." The man said, studying my face with a look I couldn't decipher. "Dane Moretti." He said, extending his hand toward me.<br /> Moretti, why do I know that name? Oh God, he's the owner of the house. Way to go Kinsley. Way to go.<br /> His name stole what little breath I had left in my lungs as my insides screamed at me to run away and rid myself of the embarrassing situation that was playing out in front of me.<br /> "Hi." was all I managed to say, like a true moron.<br /> Hi? Jesus Kinsley.<br /> Dane smiled down at me as if he could hear my internal reprimands.<br /> "And you are?"<br /> "Kinsley...um Kinsley Wright." I said in a shaky unsure tone, letting my eyes dart around the room for Adriana, or a fire escape or maybe a sharp object to throw myself on.<br /> My eyes settled on Adriana's long black hair and I practically came out of my skin to see a familiar face. I knew I was making a fool out of myself in front of this gorgeous man and he seemed to find quite a bit of humor in it.<br /> "Again, I'm so sorry about your shoes. I wasn't looking where I was going."<br /> "Yeah that's pretty hard to do when you're walking backwards." Dane said with a smirk that exposed a few of his perfect teeth.<br /> Kill me. Kill me now.<br /> "I'm sorry." I breathed out, readying myself to escape.<br /> "If you'll excuse me." I managed to blurt out as I turned and practically ran toward Adriana.<br /> My throat was starting to close in and my face was burning hot with embarrassment as I made my way toward Adriana, but my movements stopped as a crowd of people joined her making it nearly impossible to speak with her alone.<br /> I swiveled my head around until I found an attendant who was just standing there, waiting for someone to ask for something.<br /> "Excuse me, where is the restroom?"<br /> "Second hallway, fourth door on the left." He said with a sympathetic smile as if he knew I was about to have a panic attack.<br /> "Thank you." I said breathlessly as I made my way toward the bathroom.<br /> Once inside, I shut the door hard and leaned against it with my eyes closed in utter disbelief of how stupid I just made myself look.<br /> You just crashed into the owner of this house and ruined his shoes that probably cost more than you make in a year.<br /> Taking a few steps toward the sink, I ran the cold water, needing something cool against my heated flesh that was red and flushed from embarrassment.<br /> As I raised my eyes toward the mirror, I half way expected to see an elegant woman staring back at me, someone refined like Adriana who looked the part and blended in with the glamorous surroundings. But that's not who I saw at all. It was just me. Kinsley. In a tight dress.<br /> Get a hold of yourself. You aren't here to make friends. You're here to look professional and play the part to gain clientele. Quit acting like a jittery mess and pull together.<br /> Bracing my weight with my hands against the sink, I pushed out a hard breath as I regained my composure. I straightened my spine and rolled my shoulders back, correcting my posture and lifting my chin.<br /> Let's try this again.<br /> This time when I exited the bathroom, I tried to emulate the refinement and elegance that I was surrounded by. I joined Adriana, giving her a smile as she introduced me to her friends and family members, trying to push my embarrassing accident to the farthest corner of my mind.<br /> To my surprise Adriana was able to spark some interest in my work, showing pictures of the pieces I had completed that were already in her home. Everything was going well and I was feeling much more accepted and comfortable until I felt the sensation of eyes on me.<br /> It was a deep burning sensation in my gut, willing me to turn around, feeling like someone was physically touching me with their gaze.<br /> Turning my head over my shoulder I searched for the pair of eyes that felt like they were burning into me, only to find Dane staring at me from across the room, leaning against a bar top that had a wall of bottles on display behind it. The crowded room obstructed my view of him slightly and I had to shift my stance in order to see him better, but there he was, staring directly at me, bracing his weight on the bar top with his forearms.<br /> I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and swallowed hard, feeling a blush creep up my neck at the thought of him staring at me.<br /> Maybe he's pissed about the shoes. Or maybe he's pissed that I'm in his house.<br /> Dane's expression wasn't happy, but it didn't come across as angry either. It was intense and deep and made me feel like the air around me was too thick to breathe.<br /> I tried to focus on the conversation that the group was having, but my gaze kept darting over my shoulder toward Dane.<br /> Another man had joined him - a man that had his shirt sleeves rolled up, exposing multiple tattoos. He looked rugged and ruthless which was a different look than Dane's clean sophistication, but both men were equally as gorgeous and powerful. They both seemed to be staring at me now and as much as it affected me, I pretended not to notice.<br /> Stop looking at them Kinsley, they are obviously irritated that you're here, probably pissed about the shoes. Just focus on the conversation around you and ignore them.<br /> My eyes tried to find a focal point in front of me, but found a metallic mirror-like reflective surface instead, giving me a perfect view of the two men behind me, leaning on the bar top.<br /> They were clearly talking about me because their mouths were moving, but their gaze was unyielding. I shifted to one side slightly, and watched the reflection as their pointed stares still had me pinned and moved with me wherever I went.<br /> He must realize that I wasn't invited. This is his house and I'm a clumsy stranger who ruined his shoes.<br /> Just as I had worked myself into a panic and convinced myself the bouncers were going appear out of nowhere and drag me out, Dane's eyes met mine in the reflection of the mirror. I held his gaze for a second or two before he shot me a wink that made my insides melt and my knees go weak.<br /> Dane's devilish grin was the last thing I saw before he and the other man disappeared from sight.<br /> I turned over my shoulder, instinctively searching for him and the other man, but the bar area was empty and they were nowhere to be found.<br /> Dane ~<br /> My parent's house is always buzzing with guests even during the day there's always someone around - there's always an audience. How exhausting?<br /> Tonight was no different and I stood making small talk with the same faces that I saw at every event my parents hosted. It was agonizingly boring, but my parents requested that I make an appearance so there I was.<br /> Where is Tyson?<br /> I shifted my gaze back and forth over my shoulders, pretending to listen to one of my cousins brag about his newest business venture, but looking for my brother instead.<br /> Tyson wasn't really my brother, not by blood at least, but we were family nonetheless. His family was basically royalty back in the day and he was supposed to inherit the empire - get the keys to the whole castle, but when his parents were murdered my family took him in and we've been thick as thieves ever since.<br /> We were the perfect pairing ever since middle school - I was the brains and he was the muscle. He'd often get himself into trouble, resorting to violence over logic, needing me to think up a way to get him out of it, which is why as adults it only makes sense that I run a business and he runs security.<br /> Need your money laundered through my club? Call me.<br /> Need someone to pay up on a loan or someone intimidating to protect you? Call Tyson.<br /> Those were the accepted norms in our circles and something everyone understood about us. The other aspect of our lives that had become widely known and understood was that Tyson and I had very specific tastes when it came to women. You see, Tyson and I preferred to share.<br /> We liked taking turns watching and playing with the same woman, but never for more than a night. After that the excitement was just...over.<br /> We shared a large estate which is where we chose to stay most of the time. Sure we each had our own apartments in the city, but we often stayed under the same roof, especially when we found a woman to bring back with us.<br /> My mom's biggest gripe with our ever fluctuating living situation revolved around marriage and children, but the problem was, Tyson and I were 27 and 26 and had no interest in dating. We weren't the type of guys who were going to fall in love and have a family. We brought girls home, we slept them, then sent them on their way and searched for the next. It was as simple and as easy as that. I never felt guilty about it and probably never would because it was no secret in our circles and women practically threw themselves at our feet which was nice at first, but soon became boring.<br /> Tony's eyes were locked onto me as my mind drifted, but I quickly realized he'd asked me a question that I hadn't heard a word of.<br /> "So what do you think?" Tony asked again.<br /> I don't have a clue what he's talking about.<br /> I had always been a smooth talker, but before I could open my mouth to try and salvage the conversation, I saw a woman enter my peripheral vision who was about to run right into me.<br /> Is she walking backwards?<br /> I shifted my glass to the side so it didn't spill down the back of her dress as she bumped into me, sloshing my drink on the floor and onto my shoes.<br /> "What the heck?" I muttered between gritted teeth.<br /> Feeling my blood start to boil I glared down at the clumsy woman who had probably ruined my shoes, but my anger dissolved instantly as my eyes settled onto her gorgeous face.<br /> She had big doe eyes that were wide and surprised and her face was perfectly soft and innocent as if she'd been picked out just for me. Her long honey brown hair was in curls that were draped over one shoulder in a dress that hugged every one of her delicious curves perfectly.<br /> "I'm so sorry." She blurted out before she dropped to her knees and started to wipe the scotch off of my shoes.<br /> Is she serious?<br /> I lowered myself down and took hold of her arm, feeling her soft skin beneath my hands as I spoke to her.<br /> "Stand up." I said firmly, letting her know I wasn't going to allow her to clean my shoes any longer, but kept my voice soft enough to show that I appreciated the gesture.<br /> Don't get me wrong I'd love to have this woman on her knees in front of me, but not here - not like this, cleaning my shoes. It was humiliating and this woman was a goddess that deserved to be worshiped.<br /> "You're far too beautiful to be cleaning my shoes." I said, giving her a charming smile that seemed to either stun or scare her because she froze in place with those big bright eyes wide and anxious.<br /> "I don't think we've met, Dane Moretti."<br /> I extended my hand toward her, but the mention of my name seemed to intimidate her more, causing those big bright eyes to grow even wider and her sweet mouth to fall open briefly before she snapped it shut.<br /> Okay so you know who I am, but who are you?<br /> "Hi." was all she managed to blurt out which put an uncontrollable smile on my face.<br /> Do I make you nervous gorgeous?<br /> "And you are?" I asked with a knowing grin.<br /> "Kinsley...um Kinsley Wright." Her voice was shaky and anxious and I watched her eyes start to dart around obviously looking for someone.<br /> Yeah go ahead and show me who brought you beautiful.<br /> I followed her gaze as it bounced around the room until her eyes finally landed and stayed on Adriana.<br /> "Again, I'm so sorry about your shoes. I wasn't looking where I was going." Kinsley said in an apologetic tone that did something to me.<br /> "Yeah that's pretty hard to do when you're walking backwards." I joked, giving her a sly grin that put blush on her cheeks.<br /> "I'm sorry, If you'll excuse me." Kinsley breathed the words out and practically ran from me which was new. Usually I got the opposite reaction from women, but she was different, she didn't belong with these stuck up pricks and I was drawn to her like a magnet.<br /> I watched her disappear from sight and saw Tyson's large body enter the room to my right, heading straight to the bar as he pulled a bottle of liquor from beneath it and helped himself to a glass.<br /> Several people stopped to try and engage me in conversation as I headed for the bar, but I wasn't interested. I was on a mission and had to tell Tyson about the gorgeous woman I'd just met.<br /> Once I was finally able to make it over to him, I approached Tyson from the side, cutting straight to the point as I joined him behind the bar.<br /> "You're never going to believe what I..." Tyson cut me off, refusing to face me.<br /> "Not now." Tyson's low gritty voice rumbled with his back still turned to me.<br /> Taking a step to the side, I looked at his face and followed his intense stare straight to the only woman I wanted to see.<br /> Kinsley.<br /> "That's exactly who I was coming to talk to you about." I said as I braced my weight on the bar top, loving the view of her, unable to tear my eyes away. But I wasn't the only one.<br /> "You know her?" Tyson asked as his breathing picked up.<br /> "Just met her a few minutes ago - Kinsley."<br /> "Who is she?" Tyson asked, practically drooling as he watched her.<br /> "I don't know. Adriana brought her. We only talked for a few seconds, but she's perfection."<br /> Tyson nodded at my words, staring at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.<br /> I knew you'd like her.<br /> "How'd you meet her?" Tyson asked without looking at me.<br /> "She bumped into me, spilled my drink." I chuckled.<br /> "But she dropped to her knees and tried to clean my shoes." I added knowing it would elicit a reaction from Tyson.<br /> He huffed out hard breath and a low moan before placing his hands on the bar, squeezing it as if he were trying to restrain himself.<br /> "I want her." Tyson said, his voice thick with desire.<br /> "That's up to her." I reminded him.<br /> "Then go convince her." He snapped, impatiently.<br /> We had been watching her intently, but I quickly noticed that she was watching us in return just not directly. Kinsley was watching us through a mirror on the wall.<br /> "Looks like someone's a little curious." I said to Tyson who took notice of the mirror as well.<br /> "Go work your magic." Tyson instructed with as much of a smile as he could muster gathering in the corner of his mouth.<br /> "Oh I plan on it." I said, shooting Kinsley a wink through the mirror and a half smile before I stood to go find out more about this mystery woman who'd just turned our whole evening upside down. |
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