He smiles sadly and shrugs. “What do you want to eat? You have hardly eaten in a week?” he sighs.
“A Big Mac,” I reply flatly.
He frowns, horrified. “From McDonald’s.”
I smile and nod.
His eyes widen. “I don’t want you putting that shit in your body, Natasha.”
I narrow my eyes. “Don’t make me choose, Joshua. The Big Mac will win every time.”
His mouth drops open in jest. “You would choose a Big Mac over me?”
I smile. “Every time.”
He smirks, stands and takes his phone out and rings Ben. “Can you go down and get
Natasha McDonald’s please.” He listens. “Yes, that’s what I said, McDonald’s.” He frowns and his eyes flick to me.
“What do you want?”
I smile. He’s actually doing it. “I will have a large Big Mac meal with Coke and an apple pie, extra salt on the fries.”
He looks at me, mortified. “Are you serious?”
I smile and nod. He frowns, seemingly embarrassed. “A large Big Mac meal and an apple pie. Thanks.” He hangs up the phone.
He sits on the lounge and pulls my feet over his legs. “The guys are all going out tonight to the Ivy. Do you want to go?” he asks.
I screw up my nose. “Not particularly. You go if you want.”
“I’m not leaving you here alone. I will just stay home.” He flicks the channel on the television with the remote.
I frown. “Do you feel like going?”
He shrugs. “Not really, but sitting around here being depressed isn’t enticing either.”
He’s right. I have been acting like a sad sack of shit. “Ok, fine, we’ll go.” I give him a small smile.
He smirks, picks up my foot and kisses the top of it. “Let’s go to bed.”
“No way Stanton, today I’m getting my orgasm from my Big Mac.”
The girls and I stand at the bottom bar in the Ivy at 11. 00 pm. I’m wearing a black strapless pant suit with a thick gold belt and gold high-heel sandals. My hair is in a full high ponytail. Joshua told me I look like a Charlie’s Angel tonight. Happy with that description just quietly, I’m glad he dragged me out. My phone beeps a message.
They are playing our song.
Talk dirty to me.
I smile and bite my bottom lip. Right, he wants to play.
“What are you smiling at?” Abbie frowns.
I smirk. “Joshua wants me to talk dirty to him.”
Bridget giggles and takes my phone off me. “What will we write?” She bites her lip as she thinks.
I take a sip of my margarita as I narrow my eyes. “Hmm, I need something to drive him wild, like really filthy.” I roll my lips together as I think.
“What does he write to you when he’s talking dirty?” Abbie frowns in question.
I giggle into my drink. “I can’t repeat it. Joshua Stanton is the king of dirty talk.”
“Of course he is,” Abbie snaps. “Is there anything he’s not good at? Please tell me he turns into Shrek at midnight.”
I nod as I finish my drink. “He’s shit at two things actually, committing and telling me he loves me.”
Bridget laughs as she comes up with an idea. “I know … how about … Do me doggie?”
I burst out laughing as I frown. “Do me doggie. What the hell Bridget?”
Abbie laughs. “That’s totally shit, do not text that.” She points at Bridget. “You want to turn him on, not turn him off. Don’t ever bring up dogs in the promise of passion.”
Bridget frowns. “I think that’s good. I would text that,” she stammers.
Abbie and I laugh again and clink our glasses. “Do not talk dirty to any men Bridget …please.” I giggle.
Abbie laughs as something catches her eye from across the room and she frowns.
“Back in a minute,” she snaps as she takes off through the crowded club.
“I need to go to the bathroom Didge.” I frown.
“Ok, I will get another round of drinks. Meet you back here,” she replies.
“Ok.”
Five minutes later I am in the cubicle in the bathroom and I hear the door bang open from the club.
“You got a hide showing your face around here.”
I frown, that’s Abbie’s voice.
“I will go where I want.” A girl’s voice replies. “And get your hands off me.”
I bite my lip and quickly pull my pant suit up. Oh shit, army guy must have stuffed up with this girl. I better just stay in here in case Abbie needs me to try and pretend to be tough. Oh god, I hope not. I’m such a chicken. My heart starts to race in a panic.
“I know about the blackmail TC,” Abbie snaps.
“What does TC mean?” she yells.
My eyes widen. Shit, it’s TC, she must be blackmailing James. I bite my fingernail as I listen.
“Tunnel Cunt!” Abbie yells.
I find myself smiling in the cubicle with my hand over my mouth. Abbie is so tough.
The door opens. “Get the fuck out before I kick your ass,” Abbie screams.
“I’m calling a bouncer, bitch,” I hear someone yell as they leave through the door again.
Bloody hell, Abbie is losing her shit. She’s telling off innocent people now.
I stay still riveted on the spot.
“Cameron told me you are blackmailing Joshua for millions of dollars so that you don’t send a movie of him and you to Natasha. It was before he was even with her. It has nothing to do with her.”