My mother picked at her striped bass, leaving most of it on her plate and scraping all the creamy sauce to the side. Still a supermodel, still afraid to eat.
I, of course, had cleaned my plate of my chicken piccata.
No doubt about it, my mother was a gorgeous woman. She was taller than I easily by three inches and probably weighed about twenty pounds less. Of course, she had no boobs. Mine had come from my father’s side.
She hung on Nico’s every word, never letting an opportunity to touch him pass by.
The waiter came and cleared the table, asked if we wanted dessert.
“Oh, heavens, no,” Brooke said. “I absolutely couldn’t swallow another bite.”
She hadn’t swallowed too many bites yet anyway.
“Just coffee for me,” I said.
“Excellent idea, Jade,” Nico said. “Make that three coffees, please. And I’ll have a Courvoisier also.”
“What a wonderful idea, Nico,” Brooke bubbled. “Make that two on the cognac. Jade?”
I shook my head.
When the waiter had left, Nico said, “This will give our stomachs a chance to settle before we go on our evening swim.”
Yes, the evening swim. I’d skip that.
But when the time came, Brooke would hear nothing of it.
“Of course, darling, you must come along. Nico looks amazing in his Speedo.”
Oh, God. Just what I didn’t need—to get a good look at my mother’s boyfriend’s package.
But what the hell? The fleabag I was staying at didn’t have a pool, and even if it did, I wouldn’t set foot in it for fear of contracting some kind of disease.
I accompanied them to their suite on the top floor. My mother ushered me to a lush bathroom.
“You can change in here, darling.”
I hurriedly changed and took a look at my reflection in the mirror. Not too bad, after that huge meal I had just eaten. I might not be waif thin, but no one could call me fat. I smiled to myself. Talon had certainly liked what he’d seen.
I walked out of the bathroom and tried to ignore Nico’s lascivious gaze. The man made me squeamish.
But then a flash of color caught my eye. A tattoo on his forearm.
“Oh, you have a tattoo,” I said. Tattoos fascinated me. I hadn’t gotten one myself yet because I hadn’t found the perfect image.
“Oh, yes, isn’t it beautiful?” my mother said.
I walked closer to get a better look. It was indeed beautiful—a bird enveloped in colors of fuchsia, purple, orange, and teal. Its wings were flames, and it rose from ashes.
It was a phoenix.
Talon and Jade’s story continues in Obsession, coming soon.