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“I’m really hot, just going to get all the way wet.” She pushed off the bench and slipped underwater. My eyes were on Jackson, who was watching Amber as she swam to the steps and climbed out, giving him a front-row seat to her wet body and see-through suit.
“That felt great,” she said, looking straight at him. She was getting quite brazen.
“Well, I’ve got to get to it,” Jackson said as he walked back to the house.
Amber came back to where I was and took a seat once again. “Thanks again for inviting me over today. This is such a treat.” Did she think I was an idiot? “What time is everyone coming again?”
“Around six. We can relax for a couple of hours and then go shower and change. I’ve asked Angela to come by at three to do our hair.” I had more planned for the afternoon, intending to let her see every little benefit Jackson’s money provided.
“How wonderful. Does she always do your hair?”
“Only when we entertain or I’m going somewhere special. We have her on retainer, so she pretty much drops whatever else she has if I need her.” What I now recognized as a look of resentment flashed in her eyes, but she quickly recovered.
“Wow.”
“Of course, I try to give her notice. Don’t want to intentionally mess up someone else’s plans.”
“Is it fancy tonight?”
I stretched my legs out in front of me. “Not really. Three other couples from the club and Gregg, the guy I want you to meet.”
“Tell me more about him.”
“He’s in his late twenties, reddish-blond hair, blue eyes. Your typical good-looking preppy.” I laughed.
“What does he do?”
“His father owns Carvington Accounting. He works in the family business. They have gobs of money.”
Now I had her attention. “I’m not sure he’ll be interested in me. He’s probably used to debutantes and girls from important families.”
This pitiful act was beginning to tire me. I looked up to see the two masseuses walk out to the tile patio. “I have a surprise for you.”
“What?”
“We’re each getting a nice, long massage.”
“Don’t tell me they’re on retainer too?” Amber asked.
“No. They’re part-time. Jackson and I couldn’t survive without at least two massages a week.” It wasn’t true, but I wanted her green with envy.
The afternoon passed in a pleasant haze. After the hour-long massage, I soaked in the tub while Amber’s hair was done; then she sat and talked to me while Angela did mine. By three thirty, we had drinks in hand and sat in the sunroom overlooking the Sound. In a few hours, phase two of my plan would begin.
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By six o’clock, we were having drinks on the veranda, and Gregg, as I had anticipated, was falling all over Amber. I couldn’t help but compare the girl who had come to that first committee meeting with the poised and self-assured young woman standing there. No one meeting her for the first time would have a clue that she was out of place. Everything about her telegraphed money and refinement. Even her dress, a Marc Jacobs shift, was worlds away from the L.L.Bean separates she used to wear.
I walked over to her and Gregg. “I see you’ve met our Amber.”
He gave me a broad smile. “Where’ve you been hiding her? I haven’t seen her at the club.” He gave her a knowing look. “I would have remembered.”
“I don’t belong,” she said.
“Then you’ll just have to come as my guest.” He looked at her empty glass. “Can I get you a refill?”
She put a hand on his arm. “Thank you, Gregg. You’re such a gentleman. I’ll walk over with you.”
Gregg’s hand rested on the small of her back as they made their way to the bar, and I looked up to see that Jackson was watching them. There was a proprietary look in his eyes, one that said,You’re pissing on my lawn. It was working.