Page 1 of Amour Fou (Deepest Desires #2)
“ T atum!” I shout. “Where the fuck is my fucking bodysuit. I’m going to be late, have you seen my black bodysuit!?” I had everything set up for travelling and in typical Alyssa fashion, I can’t find something and I’m going to be late.
To be selected for what I’m about to do is hard—for most people, and they have to compete with the many other candidates that apply each year. Thousands of girls go for this, and with the business being so elusive, very few people get the chance to be accepted.
This job is also no easy feat; it involves a lot of travelling and a hell of a lot of hard work but if you get it, you’re pretty much set for life. This company has so much money, each member of their team is well taken care of and treated like family.
“Tatum!” I call for the second time. I need to get out of here as quick as possible, but I can’t, because where the fuck is—
“This one?”
I turn to face Tatum, standing by the door the bodysuit I’ve been searching over an hour for—hanging on the tips of her fingers.
“Thank God, where was it?” I ask, walking over and snatching it from her hand with a smile.
“On the chair where you left it last night.” She chuckles, tossing a handful of Cheetos in her mouth. “I swear, if I wasn’t here to take care of you, you’d be—”
“Lying in a ditch somewhere, I know.” Squeezing past her, I make my way into the kitchen and grab my travel snacks.
“How long did you say this gig was going to be exactly?”
“I didn’t, Mom .” I bite into the apple, while shoving all the necessary items on the kitchen counter into the side pockets of my bag.
If she knew why I was really planning on going, she would lose her mind.
I love Tatum, but sometimes she can act like the mother I don’t have, nor need.
Huffing, she drops down into the chair at the bar.
“I’m only asking because—”
“You care… I know that much.” I turn to face her, resting my hand on her shoulder and biting into my apple again.
Speaking around the piece of fruit in my mouth I continue, “But as a twenty-seven-year-old woman… sometimes I just need you to y’know.” I shrug, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Will you at least let me know when you get there?”
“Yes, I promise, but after that I can’t until it’s done.” I readjust my duffle bag and grab my keys from the bowl by the door. “Look,” I turn back to face her, “I don’t know how long this is going to take. Just know I’ll be fine ok, and if anything happens to me, you’ll get a call from my boss.”
With a heavy sigh, she nods. “Ok, I guess I’ll see you when you’re back.”
If I come back.