Funny how I hadn’t noticed.
Once he and I have adjusted our clothes and otherwise tried to make it look like we haven’t been having sex in the back of a limo, Damien gives the order to return.
“Your lipstick is smeared,” he says, sounding amused.
“Gee. I wonder why?” I have a compact and a lipstick in my purse, and I use some of the bar napkins to do a quick removal before I reapply. I’m about to twist my hair back up when Damien takes my wrist.
“Leave it,” he says. “The way it falls on your shoulders is incredibly sexy.”
I toss the chopstick aside and fluff my hair. I peer out the window at the tony Beverly Hills hotel that is hosting the event. “So no skipping out, huh?”
“I’m afraid not.”
A valet opens the doors, but Damien helps me out. He presses his hand lightly to the small of my back and guides me inside.
The hotel is amazing. It’s nestled in the hills and so exclusive that I’ve never even heard of it. The reception desk is in its own building, and we walk across the Saltillo tiles to a set of French doors open in the back. There’s a tricked-up golf cart waiting for us. We get in and are whisked toward the event building. I spend the ride gaping in wonder at the grounds. Private bungalows are nestled away from the public areas but still close enough that guests can walk to the pool, the hiking trails, or any of the five-star restaurants that dot the premises.
The stucco event center sits beside a tennis court. It’s surrounded by birds of paradise and palm trees and suggests California in the twenties. The inside is less California traditional and more Beverly Hills money. The walls are light wood, the floor a polished stone. An inviting bar dominates one entire wall, and two others are lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that open out onto a stone patio with a massive fire pit. Gambling stations fill the space. From where we stand near the entrance, I can see roulette, craps, and blackjack.
Waiters mingle with trays of finger foods and drinks. Every corner is filled with clusters of people laughing, talking, gambling, and generally having a good time. A banner over the entrance reads: S.E.F.—FIVE YEARS, FIVE MILLION CHILDREN. AND GROWING.
“What is S.E.F.?” I ask Damien, but we’re moving again and he doesn’t hear me.
“Do you want to play?” he asks, stopping a woman in a Vegas-style outfit with a money changer.
“Sure. How does it work?”
“We buy the tokens and play for prizes. All the cash goes to the educational foundation.”
I glance up at him—I’m pretty sure I just figured out what the “S” stands for. “Stark Educational Foundation?”
“You’re a very bright woman, Ms. Fairchild.” He hands the girl two hundred dollar bills and she trades them out for tokens.
“I have a twenty in my purse.”
“And I won’t object if you spend it. It’s a very good cause. But we can start with these.” He hands me half the tokens. “Where to?”
Since I am terrible at blackjack and never learned how to play craps, I head to the roulette table.
“The lady feels lucky,” Damien says to the operator, a petite redheaded woman who looks to be barely sixteen.
“On your arm, Mr. Stark? I guess she is.”
As it turns out, it’s Damien who’s lucky. After half an hour, he’s quadrupled our money, despite the fact that I keep losing it. “I give up,” I say, taking a drink from a passing waitress. “Do you want to mingle?”
“Of course.” He takes my arm and we move away from the table and into the crowd.
“I think our dealer—is she called a dealer?”
“In the States, yes,” Damien says. “If we were in Paris, you could call her a croupier. What about her?”
“I think she has a bit of a crush on you.”
He pauses to look at me. “Does she? And why do you think that?”
“She kept looking at you. But don’t get any ideas. She’s far too young for you.”
“Actually, she’s older than she looks.”
I look up at him, surprised. “You really do know her?”
“Hell yes. She’s one of our most successful foundation recipients,” he says. “She grew up in a shithole of a town in Nevada with a mom who used the child-support check to buy meth. Now Debbie’s a freshman at UCLA majoring in chemistry.”
“That’s wonderful. What exactly does the foundation do?”
“We identify kids with an aptitude for science who, for whatever reason, aren’t able to access the opportunities. Most come from families like Debbie’s, but we have a few who are bound by their own circumstances. One young man is a quadriplegic. He thought his dream of college was over after the accident that left him paralyzed. He’s working on his Ph.D. from MIT now.”
I feel tears prick my eyes, and I lean over to kiss his cheek. “Excuse me,” I say, then slip away from him to one of the girls in the Vegas outfits and change my twenty dollars. It’s not much, but right then it’s everything.
Damien is smiling when I return. He says nothing, but he does take my hand and squeeze it.
We do the mingling party thing for a while, but then he pauses. “I see someone I’d like to speak with. Are you okay on your own for a few minutes?”
“I think I can tough it out,” I say. He brushes a kiss over my lips and I am left alone. I don’t mind, except that I don’t really know anybody. I glance around, searching for a familiar face, and am rewarded when I actually see one. Ollie. I take a step in that direction, only to see that he’s being intercepted by Damien.
A little knot of fear forms in my stomach. Why on earth would Damien want to talk to Ollie? I can think of no reason other than Ollie’s repeated mentions to me of his fear that Damien isn’t good for me and his hints that Damien has some serious skeletons in his closet. But I’ve never let on that Ollie’s mentioned that kind of stuff. Have I?
Suddenly I’m very afraid that I talk in my sleep.
I consider interrupting them, but that would be too neurotic, and so I force myself to turn in the opposite direction. I do, and am thankful to see another familiar face—Blaine. He sees me at the same time and holds out his arms. I slide into them and accept his vigorous hug.
“There she is, my favorite model.”
“You didn’t tell me you’d be here.” I tilt my head and glare. “Is Evelyn here? Is that why you looked so coy when I mentioned getting together with her?”