when F iona turned on her begging eyes.
“That’s hours away . I’m starving! Just a little.”
“No. You can have a nice dinner at the restaurant.”
“A little, come on. I read bagged salad gives you gas.”
“No. I hear they specializ e in healthy food preparation.”
“A tablespoon.”
“No.”
“A t easpoon?”
“No! Eat the fuckin’ salad.” She fetched a fancy bottle of flavored vinegar from a cabinet for the dressing and handed it to Netty.
“You’re such an ass.”
“Yeah. Probably. But I’m also the reason your fat ass isn’t bigger.”
Netty just laughed, but to appease a crabby Fiona when Cleo left she grated a little cheese over the romaine and stood guard while she snuck a tablespoon full of potato salad.
******
It started as soon as he walked in the door.
“Dan ey’s dating a little pop tart.”
“Buck,” Dane warned. “Fuck off.”
Buck laughed as he followed his stripping brother into his bedroom. “Sensitive? From the man who buried us alive in this town so he could stay close to his new chippy? You gonna date out of your race you better be prepared for a little teasing, kid.”
Dane looked up surprised. “You didn’t mention race. I was responding to the little pop tart remark. She’s not little; she’s 5’9,” and she’s perfect. And she’s not a pop singer. I looked it up. She’s considered soul and R&B with a little bit of rock and roll,” he laughed. “And you call her a chippy again, I’ma crack open your head. We’re goin’ back to New York tomorrow.”
“What’s your problem?” he asked his manager who had come in from New York, ostensibly to monitor the appointment Dane w as currently rushing to get to.
“D, Fiona’s a Grammy-winning recording artist and a fairly acc omplished actress,” Paul began.
“Could you stop co-signing his shit for like five minutes?” Buck asked Dane’s manager of nine years.
“Hey, I’m on your side,” Paul said. “We just don’t want you to get distracted, D.”
“Bull shit,” Dane laughed. “When has a woman ever kept me from making money? You’re just starting your perennial campaign to keep me single early because I spent the weekend out.”
Buck snorted, but Dane noticed his l ittle brother didn’t deny it.
“Don’t fuck this up, Buck,” he warned, having laid out fresh clothes and shoes in preparation for his meeting in minutes thanks to years of quick changing. “I’m not kid ding.”
S omeone from the Chicago branch of his NY agency wanted to meet with him to say hello while he was in town. Apparently the New York people read the Chicago Tribune. Now that he’d paired up with Fiona Love they thought he was perfect for this, and might be a shoe-in for that. Why argue? He’d need some cash to squire his new lady around.
He lasered his brother with a g reen-eyed glare. “I like her.”
Buck had run off more than one woman Dane had liked in the past few years. Run off wasn’t the right word. More like he orchestrated things so Daney saw them in a fucked up light and got turned off. He didn’t want Buck anywhere near Fiona.
She was the most beautiful, sexually exciting woman he’d met in years. He’d spent the weekend making love to her every which way he could think of, had only been apart from her for a little over an hour, and was already suffering withdrawal. His dick refused to get all the way soft because she refused to get out of his head. Yet he was beyond sated. The phrase ‘well fucked’ came to mind. If he hadn’t had to work, he’d have been snoring in her arms right now.
“Did yo u find me a gym to go to here?”
Buck nodded, pouting the way he had since he was a toddler not getting enough of his older brother’s attention.
Dane eyed his brother dispassionately. “You’ll meet her when I introduce you, and not before,” he told them both, and went to shower.
******
“Fifi,” Fiona answered.
“Hey.”
“Hey, boo boo.”
Dane
“That’s hours away . I’m starving! Just a little.”
“No. You can have a nice dinner at the restaurant.”
“A little, come on. I read bagged salad gives you gas.”
“No. I hear they specializ e in healthy food preparation.”
“A tablespoon.”
“No.”
“A t easpoon?”
“No! Eat the fuckin’ salad.” She fetched a fancy bottle of flavored vinegar from a cabinet for the dressing and handed it to Netty.
“You’re such an ass.”
“Yeah. Probably. But I’m also the reason your fat ass isn’t bigger.”
Netty just laughed, but to appease a crabby Fiona when Cleo left she grated a little cheese over the romaine and stood guard while she snuck a tablespoon full of potato salad.
******
It started as soon as he walked in the door.
“Dan ey’s dating a little pop tart.”
“Buck,” Dane warned. “Fuck off.”
Buck laughed as he followed his stripping brother into his bedroom. “Sensitive? From the man who buried us alive in this town so he could stay close to his new chippy? You gonna date out of your race you better be prepared for a little teasing, kid.”
Dane looked up surprised. “You didn’t mention race. I was responding to the little pop tart remark. She’s not little; she’s 5’9,” and she’s perfect. And she’s not a pop singer. I looked it up. She’s considered soul and R&B with a little bit of rock and roll,” he laughed. “And you call her a chippy again, I’ma crack open your head. We’re goin’ back to New York tomorrow.”
“What’s your problem?” he asked his manager who had come in from New York, ostensibly to monitor the appointment Dane w as currently rushing to get to.
“D, Fiona’s a Grammy-winning recording artist and a fairly acc omplished actress,” Paul began.
“Could you stop co-signing his shit for like five minutes?” Buck asked Dane’s manager of nine years.
“Hey, I’m on your side,” Paul said. “We just don’t want you to get distracted, D.”
“Bull shit,” Dane laughed. “When has a woman ever kept me from making money? You’re just starting your perennial campaign to keep me single early because I spent the weekend out.”
Buck snorted, but Dane noticed his l ittle brother didn’t deny it.
“Don’t fuck this up, Buck,” he warned, having laid out fresh clothes and shoes in preparation for his meeting in minutes thanks to years of quick changing. “I’m not kid ding.”
S omeone from the Chicago branch of his NY agency wanted to meet with him to say hello while he was in town. Apparently the New York people read the Chicago Tribune. Now that he’d paired up with Fiona Love they thought he was perfect for this, and might be a shoe-in for that. Why argue? He’d need some cash to squire his new lady around.
He lasered his brother with a g reen-eyed glare. “I like her.”
Buck had run off more than one woman Dane had liked in the past few years. Run off wasn’t the right word. More like he orchestrated things so Daney saw them in a fucked up light and got turned off. He didn’t want Buck anywhere near Fiona.
She was the most beautiful, sexually exciting woman he’d met in years. He’d spent the weekend making love to her every which way he could think of, had only been apart from her for a little over an hour, and was already suffering withdrawal. His dick refused to get all the way soft because she refused to get out of his head. Yet he was beyond sated. The phrase ‘well fucked’ came to mind. If he hadn’t had to work, he’d have been snoring in her arms right now.
“Did yo u find me a gym to go to here?”
Buck nodded, pouting the way he had since he was a toddler not getting enough of his older brother’s attention.
Dane eyed his brother dispassionately. “You’ll meet her when I introduce you, and not before,” he told them both, and went to shower.
******
“Fifi,” Fiona answered.
“Hey.”
“Hey, boo boo.”
Dane
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