I put my hands on either side of her beautiful face. “I could look at you all day long,” I whispered.
She looked down, modest as ever. “Follow me,” she said, extending her hand.
I grabbed my wine and did as I was told.
Chapter 19
AVRIL
Fortunately, Sumner was not hungry for dinner, which meant we could have a little fun before ordering. I had to admit, I’d been thinking about him all day, in spite of the fact that I’d been with Ash just before.
What a little slut I was turning into.
Before he’d arrived at the gallery, I’d had time for a brief chat with Blu.
“Honey, I’m so glad you’re getting some from real men. Unlike that douchebag ex of yours,” he said.
I really didn’t want to think of Devon right then, especially since he’d taken every opportunity he could to mutilate my soul. The fucker.
“It’s all pretty incredible,” I said.
“Listen to my girl, all happy and shit.”
I guess being Blu’s ‘project’ wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I mean, I was pretty much coming out on top in every regard, in spite of being screwed over by my husband and assistant.
Happiness is the best revenge, they said. And I was pretty sure I was on the right track. But there was one thing nagging at me, a little reminder sitting on my shoulder and pecking away at me every time I got too happy.
“But Blu, there is, um, one thing.”
“What’s that darlin’?” He was typing furiously in the background, probably arranging his evening’s hook up. “Shit, I wish more of these guys would send dick pics. How the hell am I supposed to choose?”
“Too much information, Blu. Thanks, anyway.”
“Sorry, Av. Got carried away. What’s on your mind? I have closed my laptop, and you have my undivided attention.” I heard the telltale click in the background.
“Well, I am not sure about dating all these guys. I mean, in the end, I really only want one. At least, I think so.”
“Are you nuts? You know how many girls would love to have a man harem, especially with those four guys you’re fucking—”
“I’m not fucking them, Blue.” Well, not all of them, anyway.
“Oh, sweetie, don’t get technical with me. But look. Do you have to choose? I mean, what’s wrong with being with all of them? I’ve known these guys a long time. They’re more than decent. I wish they were gay, but that’s my cross to bear.”
Was he still bitter about that?
“I cannot be with four men. That’s ludicrous,” I said.
“All right. Suit yourself, ya prude.” He sighed dramatically.
Okayyy...
And now, in my gallery, I was face-to-face with one of the four amazing men who’d stumbled into my life—the stunning and dimpled Sumner Larlaith, U.S. senator’s son. How the hell I was going to choose one guy? Or could I manage all four? That was, if they even wanted me?
Were they a package deal? Were the choices all or none?
I’d have to worry about that later. At the moment, I just wanted to focus on Sumner.
There was something about him that had struck me the first time I’d laid eyes on him. I blushed when he looked my way, like a shy teenager. I couldn’t put my finger on why, but it was as if when he looked at me, he really saw me.