Into the Light

“I think that’s all the contracts signed. I’ll have the producer and directors in for a meeting, Mr. Edwards.”

“We did it. Thank you, Montana, for staying back.”

“I wanted to close this deal as much as you did. Oh, wow, it is late!”

I looked at my watch, it was 11pm.

“Say, why don’t we get out of here? There is this club downtown and there’s this act that I’ve been meaning to show you. He would be great for a few talk shows we have, plus he is my brother,” she added.

“Club?”

“Yeah it’s the current ‘IT’ place,” she laughed. “C’mon we’ve worked so hard this past month, pulling these all-nighters. Let’s loosen up, a few drinks won’t hurt?” she said innocently, I could have sworn there was mild eyelash batting going on.

I looked at her face, her eyes fixated on mine. What was that look? I had been so absorbed in my grief that I hadn’t noticed her blouse buttoned down low, her long legs crossed in a very short skirt, the garters slightly peeking out below. Fuck, Lex, turn away. Eric and Charlotte cannot be right about this one.

I agreed to go. Why? Because I was a fucking douche, but I was a control freak and rarely, and I mean rarely, would I do anything out of my control, except for that night I ate out Charlotte’s pussy when she was passed out. Seriously, Lex, you are letting your thoughts go there when you have this leggy twenty two year old practically laying it all out like an all you can eat buffet.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me up, tossing me my keys as we headed to the club.

Montana was right, the club was busy and had been labelled the current ‘IT’ place. The young crowds danced seductively to the beats, it was skin on skin dancing at this joint. It really made me feel old and I was only thirty two for Christ’s sake. Not to be an egotistical bastard, but I could have anyone of these girls in here, just like Charlotte could have had any in the club. Great, you had to go there, Lex!

“There he is!” Montana yelled over the music.

A young guy, mid-twenties maybe, walked our way. He had jet black hair and the same tanned skin as Montana, so I assumed they were related. He had a tattoo on the side of his neck which I couldn’t make out in the dim light.

“Mr. Edwards, this is Jett Black, my one and only brother.”

He held out his hand, which I shook.

“Montana can’t stop raving on about you.”

“Well, what are baby sisters for? Will you stay and listen to my set?”

“Of course,” I reassured him.

He patted my shoulder before kissing Montana on the cheek. We stood at the bar and had a few drinks. By the fourth, I felt myself relaxing.

“So, Jett is your only brother?” I asked Montana, breaking the code of not allowing myself to get to know any employee on a personal level.

“Yep, and I have three sisters. There’s my older sister, Carolina, then Jett, then my sisters, Dakota and Indiana. They are twins, a little older than me.”

I laughed as I took a sip of my drink. “So how did Jett escape your parent’s patriotic love for naming all their children after US states?”

She giggled, placing her hand on my hand “I tell you what, Mr. Edwards…”

I interrupted her “Lex, you can call me Lex.”

What the hell was I doing?

She lost her train of thought for a moment searching my face for something, licking her lips, shit kill me now.

“Well, let me tell you this, Lex. Jett escaped our naming ritual because apparently he was born with jet black hair… but the funniest, yet grossest, part of the story my father would tell us is that the moment Jett came out the doctor congratulated my parents and mentioned his thick black hair and quote ‘for a second there I didn’t know if that was his head or your bush, Mrs. Black’…I know right?” she laughed immensely.

I joined her; it was impossible not to laugh at a ridiculous story like that.

“It was the eighties… bushes were in then. At least that’s what my mother says,” she pointed out.

Right. Fuck. Are we talking about Montana’s distaste for pubic hair, which could only mean she was sporting a Brazilian? Rocky would be in fucking heaven if I even mentioned this conversation to him. Seriously, I needed to cleanse my thoughts because they were bordering on extremely unhealthy, let alone inappropriate.