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"Yes, I am. Thank you very much," she says, glaring at me now. "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't Lila tell you that she invited Max and us to come join since we were finished at our previous bar?"
"No, she didn't. Oh my gosh. Are you trying to ruin my evening?"
"Are you trying to ruin mine?"
"Yo. I'm standing here, you know." A drunk guy between us backs away and I push over to the side so that I'm standing next to Skye now, and then I feel India's hand on my arm again as she squeezes. I look back over to her. I had forgotten all about her.
"India, I'd like you to meet my assistant. My not-very-adept assistant. My not-very-hardworking-or-productive assistant."
"Wow. Thank you very much, Kingston. That makes me feel like a really valued employee," Skye says sarcastically, and I laugh.
"This is Skye. Skye, this is India."
"Hi, India," Skye says, giving her a wide smile and reaching over. "Nice to meet you. Are you two dating or…?" Skye's eyes go back and forth between myself and India.
"Not yet," India says in a tone that very clearly says that we will be soon. She gives me a confident smile and I admire her high cheekbones. She was definitely going to make it as a supermodel. “But who knows what could happen if tonight goes well."
Skye nods slightly and looks at me, a smirk on her face that I’m not quite sure about. Her eyes flicker between hurt, consternation, and triumph and when she laughs hoarsely, I wonder if she’s losing it?
“What's so funny?" I ask her.
"Just that you're exactly the sort of guy that I thought you were."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know exactly what that means."
"And who's your friend?" I nod toward the Ricky Martin look alike that's standing behind her.
"Hey," the guy says, looking me up and down. "You are extremely good looking." It dawns on me then that this is definitely not Skye's boyfriend.
"Thank you. I’m Kingston, Skye's boss at the law firm."
"Oh, you work at a law firm?" he asks Skye, and I grin. So this dude doesn't even know where she works? They barely know each other.
"I'm his assistant, but I'm also a model and an actress."
"What modeling have you done?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.
"I'll have you know that I was in a Macy's catalog."
"You were in a Macy's catalog. Really?" My mind wonders what she was wearing in the catalog.
“To be clear, Macy's doesn't know I was in a catalog," she admits, laughing. "One summer, my cousin took photographs of us and cut out our faces and pasted them onto models in the Macy's catalog, and then we were able to tell people we were in Macy's catalogs. It was just something for my resumé when I went to look for modeling jobs."
My eyes narrow. "Really? And how many other jobs have you lied about on your resumé?" I ask, thinking about the fact that she has yet to get me her final resumé. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to list a long line of attorneys that she had verbally said she'd worked for.
"Like I said, I didn't do it. My cousin did. Everything I do is above board."
"Uh-huh," I say.
"Are you getting those cosmos or what, Blue Eyes?" I feel India's hand on my back, reaching down to squeeze my ass.
"Of course. Anything else?"
"Shots."
