world.”
“So from Jenny Craig to Jennifer How-Hard-Do-You-Want-Me-To-Beg. Whatever works, I suppose.”
“Hey!” Lisette sounds annoyed. “How would you like it if I dismissed what worked for you? Like, I don’t know … watching people get it on? How good does that make you feel?”
I can feel the blood rush into my face, and Lisette gives me a big old shit-eating grin. “Gotcha there, didn’t I?”
I ignore it, and move on. “I want to know about Jennifer and her connection with Lexington.”
Lisette’s eyes widen. “It’s all kind of mysterious. I’ve been trying to piece it together myself. I know she went to Lexington, but I haven’t figured out when. And she’s got a ton of money.”
“From her husband.”
“Yeah. He’s loaded.” Lisette seems to study a spot in the distance.
“Stefan … is he involved with all this?”
Lisette’s silent for a moment. “I’m not sure how much, but yes, he’s involved. He likes to watch. He just sits there with no expression, never says a word. But there’s something weird about him and Jennifer I haven’t figured out.”
Like sitting there watching bizarre and kinky sex acts and showing no reaction to them isn’t weird enough. I recall the Web image of Jennifer and Stefan together at the Nobel Awards ceremony. She looked thrilled to be there, thrilled to be with him . But it was clearly not reciprocal, not based on his body language.
“She’s interesting,” I say, not attempting to hide the sarcasm in my assessment.
“She’s not bad,” Lisette says. “She can be nice. Sometimes.”
“Why did you ask for Stefan the other night?”
Lisette focuses back on me. “Have you met him? Have you ever seen him?”
“I’ve seen a picture of him.” I shrug. “He’s okay, but not all that.”
She gives me a knowing look. “When you meet him, you’ll see what I mean. He’s got this magnetic pull about him. But then he’s so remote …” She shrugs. “We all think he’s kind of hot. Sexy even. It’s probably because he’s Swedish.”
“We?”
“The other people who are involved. I can’t really say more than that.” Lisette looks at me apologetically. “In fact, we probably shouldn’t be talking about any of it.”
“Whatever. Rules are meant to be broken.” I pause. “I can’t imagine Stefan Angstrom being better than Tyrell even if he is Swedish.”
“Tyrell?” Lisette shrugs. “He’s okay.”
“ Okay ? The guy has the body of a Greek god.”
“If you’re into that.”
“For the first time and all, he’s a lot to handle.”
Lisette gives me a knowing look. “It was my first time with a guy, but believe me, Jennifer had me primed to handle someone like Tyrell.”
I don’t even want to know.
Lisette looks me in the eyes.
“I was hoping I could get Stefan that night, but if I couldn’t have him, I didn’t want any other man. There is something that would have made me happiest of all, though.”
“What’s that?”
“You.” Lisette licks her full bottom lip. “I was hoping Jennifer would let you finish me off.”
CHAPTER TEN
R U free today?
It’s the third time this week my iPhone has vibrated with a text from Lisette. After her confession in the park, I gave her my phone number and told her that maybe we could get together, maybe being the operative word.
I ignore the text and stick the phone back in my purse. I’m flipping through dresses at Barneys to kill some time before a hair appointment across Fifth Avenue later on in the afternoon. But frankly, since getting involved with the Jennifer Angstrom freak show, I’ve lost interest in shopping. Lost interest in clubbing. I haven’t even been returning calls from my friends, including a call from one of my closest ones who wants to know if I’m up for a quick trip to Cabo next weekend on her boyfriend’s private jet.
I idly wonder if I’m depressed. Maybe I’ve got PTSD like those poor soldiers coming back from Afghanistan get.
“So from Jenny Craig to Jennifer How-Hard-Do-You-Want-Me-To-Beg. Whatever works, I suppose.”
“Hey!” Lisette sounds annoyed. “How would you like it if I dismissed what worked for you? Like, I don’t know … watching people get it on? How good does that make you feel?”
I can feel the blood rush into my face, and Lisette gives me a big old shit-eating grin. “Gotcha there, didn’t I?”
I ignore it, and move on. “I want to know about Jennifer and her connection with Lexington.”
Lisette’s eyes widen. “It’s all kind of mysterious. I’ve been trying to piece it together myself. I know she went to Lexington, but I haven’t figured out when. And she’s got a ton of money.”
“From her husband.”
“Yeah. He’s loaded.” Lisette seems to study a spot in the distance.
“Stefan … is he involved with all this?”
Lisette’s silent for a moment. “I’m not sure how much, but yes, he’s involved. He likes to watch. He just sits there with no expression, never says a word. But there’s something weird about him and Jennifer I haven’t figured out.”
Like sitting there watching bizarre and kinky sex acts and showing no reaction to them isn’t weird enough. I recall the Web image of Jennifer and Stefan together at the Nobel Awards ceremony. She looked thrilled to be there, thrilled to be with him . But it was clearly not reciprocal, not based on his body language.
“She’s interesting,” I say, not attempting to hide the sarcasm in my assessment.
“She’s not bad,” Lisette says. “She can be nice. Sometimes.”
“Why did you ask for Stefan the other night?”
Lisette focuses back on me. “Have you met him? Have you ever seen him?”
“I’ve seen a picture of him.” I shrug. “He’s okay, but not all that.”
She gives me a knowing look. “When you meet him, you’ll see what I mean. He’s got this magnetic pull about him. But then he’s so remote …” She shrugs. “We all think he’s kind of hot. Sexy even. It’s probably because he’s Swedish.”
“We?”
“The other people who are involved. I can’t really say more than that.” Lisette looks at me apologetically. “In fact, we probably shouldn’t be talking about any of it.”
“Whatever. Rules are meant to be broken.” I pause. “I can’t imagine Stefan Angstrom being better than Tyrell even if he is Swedish.”
“Tyrell?” Lisette shrugs. “He’s okay.”
“ Okay ? The guy has the body of a Greek god.”
“If you’re into that.”
“For the first time and all, he’s a lot to handle.”
Lisette gives me a knowing look. “It was my first time with a guy, but believe me, Jennifer had me primed to handle someone like Tyrell.”
I don’t even want to know.
Lisette looks me in the eyes.
“I was hoping I could get Stefan that night, but if I couldn’t have him, I didn’t want any other man. There is something that would have made me happiest of all, though.”
“What’s that?”
“You.” Lisette licks her full bottom lip. “I was hoping Jennifer would let you finish me off.”
CHAPTER TEN
R U free today?
It’s the third time this week my iPhone has vibrated with a text from Lisette. After her confession in the park, I gave her my phone number and told her that maybe we could get together, maybe being the operative word.
I ignore the text and stick the phone back in my purse. I’m flipping through dresses at Barneys to kill some time before a hair appointment across Fifth Avenue later on in the afternoon. But frankly, since getting involved with the Jennifer Angstrom freak show, I’ve lost interest in shopping. Lost interest in clubbing. I haven’t even been returning calls from my friends, including a call from one of my closest ones who wants to know if I’m up for a quick trip to Cabo next weekend on her boyfriend’s private jet.
I idly wonder if I’m depressed. Maybe I’ve got PTSD like those poor soldiers coming back from Afghanistan get.
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