Katia
When we got back to the table, Devin got a call after only a few seconds.
“Troy is here,” he explained. “He said that he’d come and meet me as soon as he had news.”
A burst of excitement exploded in my chest. I couldn’t believe that Devin was going to save the day. It was all happening so fast. I wanted to reach out and hug him, bury my face in his neck and inhale until his manly scent was the only thing left in the world. But that would have meant spilling a very expensive bottle of wine and also alienating Anya. Instead, I flashed a smile at him.
“Good,” I said sweetly. “Go get him. I’ll order more wine if we need.”
Devin left and came back a few seconds later, followed by one of the most muscular men I’d ever seen. He was built like a pit bull, short and squat and bowlegged with close-cropped blonde hair and brown eyes that flashed over the whole restaurant in a matter of seconds. It looked like he was capable of throwing me over his shoulder with the slightest flick of his brawny arm.
“This is Troy Morrow,” Devin said. He gestured towards Troy. “He’s my Vice President, and he’s always been a real fuck of a stand-up guy.” He grinned, and I grinned back. Something about Devin’s smile always lured me in.
“Pleased,” Troy said, in a voice that made me think he was anything but. “Can I sit down with y’all?”
I nodded. “Have some wine,” I offered. “Devin ordered it. It’s really good.”
“Aw, I’m shocked,” Troy said gruffly. I couldn’t tell whether or not he was being sarcastic. Like Devin, he was wearing a plain black T-shirt, but he had regular blue jeans on that were covered with grease stains. There was a small hole at the knee, and I wondered if he’d been working on his bike or something equally manly when Devin had called.
After Troy had sat down, he and Devin leaned close and whispered a few words back and forth. Feeling out of place, I looked at Anya. I expected her to be cynical, rolling her eyes at the two bikers like she normally would. Instead, her face had an odd expression. Her hazel eyes were glowing, and one of her hands was working through tangles at the ends of her shoulder-length brown hair. Her eyes were glued to Troy. I watched as her mouth parted slightly, her breath coming out in damp bursts.
As discreetly as I could, I kicked Anya under the table.
“What the fuck?” Anya hissed. She scooted her chair closer to mine and leaned in. “What did you kick me for?” She put on a wounded expression and leaned down to massage her calf.
“You’re staring at Troy,” I said under my breath in a singsong voice. “You think he’s cute.”
“It’s not that,” Anya said. She sat up straight and shook her brown hair around her face. “I’ve just never seen anyone that muscular in real life. I mean, is he even real?”
We both turned our faces towards Devin and Troy. Devin’s lean-yet-sculpted physique and Troy’s bulldog-ish frame together made them look like a pair of cartoon villains plotting a heist.
“I think he’s real,” I said with a giggle. “And I think you want to fuck him.”
Anya rolled her eyes. “Oh, please,” she said. “I do not.”
“You so do,” I said grinning wickedly. “Good thing you came around to Devin now. I think I have enough ammunition to keep you silent for the time being now!”
“Ladies,” Devin said. He gave me a charming smile. “What’re you being all secretive about?”
“Nothing,” I said coyly. I flicked my gaze over towards Anya. “But I think Anya would like to be introduced to Troy, don’t you?”
Devin chuckled, and I could tell he understood what I really meant. Beside me, Anya blushed bright red like a tomato.
“Troy, this is Katia Reynolds, of course,” Devin said. “And this is Anya Bellaire, her assistant.”
Troy’s gaze flicked over me and lingered on Anya, I noted with a smug kind of satisfaction. He extended his beefy arm over the table and shook my hand. His fingers were like pork sausages; I knew that he was probably capable of crushing my hand in his own if he really wanted to. But when he shook with Anya, his demeanor was different, almost shy. A grin spread across my face as I watched the way the two of them smile at each other.
“So,” I said delicately. “Troy, Devin said that you’d stop by when you knew something.”
“Yeah,” Troy grunted. I couldn’t help smirking because I figured that most of his communication was done via grunting.
“Well? Do you have any ideas?”
“Yeah,” Troy grunted again. “This asshole, Ryan Winters.” He pulled out a battered phone from his leather jacket and slid it across the table towards me. I gasped when I saw the screen.
“He’s a judge,” I said, tapping his face on the screen. “At like, a thousand of the pageants I went to.” I picked up Troy’s phone and scrutinized the image. “God, I’d almost forgotten about him. He was such a creep!”
“You know this guy?” Devin’s jaw dropped. “You’ve seen him before?”
I nodded shakily. Thinking that Ryan Winters had been inside my house was such a creepy thought that I almost lost my appetite.
“Yeah,” I said. “He was a judge and kind of an asshole.” I wrinkled my nose. “He disqualified me one time because I didn’t have a string bikini. He said that my bathing suit didn’t fit the guidelines, so he threw me out when I made a fuss over it.”
“God, what a pervert,” Anya said. She plucked Troy’s phone from my grasp and looked down at the screen with obvious interest. “I remember him!” Anya crowed. “I’ve seen him before at charity events.”
“Oh yeah?” Troy turned towards Anya with obvious interest. “Like what?”
Anya ticked them off on her fingers as she spoke. “Let’s see,” she said. “Models Beyond Borders, Models for The Future, Models in Nature. Basically, everything that Katia’s ever been involved with, this guy has done.”
Troy nodded. “That sounds about right,” he said. “And I did some intel on this asshole. He’s got a bogus nonprofit organization; supposedly some kind of scholarship shit for girls who want to be models and actresses.”
“What?” I wrinkled my nose. “Does this guy have any other interests besides models?”
“I don’t think so,” Troy said seriously. Devin snorted.
“She was kidding,” Devin added.
Troy frowned. “He’s been really involved with the LA scene for about fifteen years,” he added. “Never been married, no kids. Perpetually single dude. I’ve looked into his tax records and he spends most of his income in Vegas.”
I frowned. “Doing what?”
“Brothels, mainly,” Troy said.
I blushed. “God, sorry I asked.”
“So, you remember this guy?”
I nodded. “Unfortunately.” Closing my eyes, I could see him lurking on my lids like it was yesterday.
“What happened?”
I sighed. “It’s a long story,” I said carefully. “Can I have more wine?”
As Devin reached for my crystal glass and the bottle of merlot, I turned away and remembered a beauty pageant, about five years ago.
# # #
I’d been competing for years, and I’d already made my name as a high-status pageant girl. Between the money, the prizes, and the notoriety that I’d gained from competing, I was actually thinking about retiring. That was when I’d gotten the phone call; it was from some friend of Anya’s advertising a charity event. Aside from visiting the sick girls at the Children’s Hospital, I hadn’t yet gotten too deep in philanthropy. I was still finding my feet deciding what and who I wanted to spend my hard-earned pageant money on.
The event had been a pageant for preteen girls in LA. All of the girls came from disadvantaged homes, and they were competing to win a scholarship to one of the best college-prep schools in LA. The friend of Anya’s, a girl named Tiffy, had asked me to come judge. I was excited since I couldn’t remember doing something that sounded fun for some time, and like it actually tied into my interests of working with children one day.
The venue was one of the nicer hotels in Santa Monica. I drove by myself as I wasn’t at the point in my career where Anya accompanied me everywhere. I didn’t worry about being too safe back then. I drove an older convertible everywhere and loved being recognized on the streets. It was just starting to happen with some kind of regularity, and it was such an ego-boost for me to realize that people actually admired who I was.
The event, Miss Pre-Teen Scholarship, was pretty big. I made my way backstage, and that’s when I felt a hand clamp down on the small of my back.
“Oh my gosh!” I jumped into the air and covered my mouth with my hands. When I turned around, I saw a chubby, shorter, older man. He was balding on top but still had hair around the sides of his head. He was wearing an obviously-expensive sweater vest in olive green, but it was obviously too small for him by the way his arms bulged out of the sides. There were massive sweat stains on the armpits of his Oxford shirt, and his pants were cinched in so tightly that his belly hung over.
“Hey there,” he said smoothly like he was one of the best-looking guys on the planet. “Nice to meet you. Katia Reynolds?”
“Yes,” I said. I blushed because I was still flattered that he’d recognized me, even though he was so unattractive. Back then, I just liked being seen. It didn’t matter who was complimenting me. I just loved the attention.
“I’m Ryan Winters,” the man said in a greasy voice. He slipped his hand inside of mine and squeezed. I was repulsed. His hand was warm and baby-soft.
I didn’t show my disgust, though. I merely smiled and pulled my hand away from Ryan’s as quickly as was socially acceptable.
“Nice to meet you,” I said sweetly, assuming he was gay. He was probably a pageant judge, just like me; probably someone who had worked on movie crews and behind the scenes for most of his life.
Ryan smiled. “So, may I inquire as to what you’re doing after this?”
“Oh, gosh,” I said. “I’m not sure! Maybe having lunch with my assistant Anya at Grapeyard & Vine. Have you been? Their goat cheese salad is so good!”
Ryan smirked, and suddenly I knew he wasn’t gay. “Sounds good,” he said. I had to make a concentrated effort not to wrinkle my nose. Something about his voice was as oily as the salad dressing at Grapeyard & Vine.
“So, Katia,” Ryan said, leaning closer. “You may have heard of me. I’ve certainly heard of you.” He chuckled at his own joke, but for once, I didn’t take any pleasure in the fact that he’d recognized me. “I have a little arrangement with some of the pageant girls around here.” Before I could ask what he meant, Ryan had grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the side of the stage. I was about to slap him when I realized he was pointing at one of the other judges. She was a gorgeous, petite redhead I’d seen at various events over the past few months. She was new to LA, and the rumor was that she was from Wisconsin or one of those other dreadful flyover states.
“What about her?” I frowned. “Did you – did you want me to talk to her for you?” I asked weakly. It wasn’t the most unusual thing in the world fora man like Ryan to want me to speak to another, younger woman. I didn’t always find it flattering, but mainly I was just relieved that Ryan wasn’t very interested in me.
Ryan chuckled. Something about the way he laughed made me uneasy. It wasn’t like unattractive men to be so damn condescending, and I’d about had enough of it.
“No, honey, that’s not what I want,” Ryan sneered, his ugly face suddenly scowling at me. I yelped at the tone of his voice and he dragged me closer. “You see that little bitch? Well, I had her. And she’s not half as hot as you are. I’m gonna have you, too,” Ryan said. “So, the sooner you agree to go out with me, the better.”
I stepped back, successfully pulling my wrist away from Ryan’s clutches. “No,” I said firmly. “Sorry. That’s not how I work. Besides, I have a boyfriend.” I didn’t have a boyfriend, but I figured there was no way Ryan could know that.
He laughed in my face, sending a gust of anchovy-scented wind right into my nostrils. I gagged and coughed until tears came to my eyes.
“No, you don’t have a boyfriend, honey,” Ryan said. “Do you really think I’d be dumb enough to go after a girl with a man?” He burst out laughing as my cheeks turned crimson with anger and shame.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said primly, stepping backwards. “You leave me alone or I’ll call the stage manager on you!”
Ryan snorted. “That wouldn’t do anything,” he said. He grinned exposing oddly white teeth for someone as nasty as him. “I own this town, baby. I own LA. You ask any of those bitches out there,” he added, gesturing towards all of the women. “They’ll tell you, don’t fuck with Ryan Winters.”
I threw him one final petulant glance before bolting away. I didn’t even find the manager to tell her that I was leaving; I just left. I called Anya in the car, shaking and sobbing. She promised to make it right. Even though I was blacklisted from that charity for a few years, it was all worth it.
# # #
“Katia? Hello?” Anya leaned in close. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I mumbled. “Just thinking about when I ran into that guy before.” Anya, Devin, and Troy all listened as I recounted the tale of that disastrous afternoon. I noted with satisfaction that both Devin and Troy looked murderous by the time my tale was over.
“And did you ever see him again?” Devin pressed. He drained his wine glass and set the empty cup down on the table. “After that, I mean?”
I shook my head. My cheeks were pink with the wine and the warm air inside Enchanted Wild, but I couldn’t deny that every time Devin looked at me, I blushed even harder.
“Yeah,” I said. “He was a judge at some of my pageants and I saw him from afar at some events, but that was the only private communication we ever had.”
Devin nodded. He frowned. “So, I wonder why he’s bothering you now,” he said. “It’s almost like something would have triggered him to start stalking you again.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “It might just be a weird coincidence. Who knows, this city is full of weird shit.”
Troy licked his lips. He reached for a piece of garlic bread and savagely bit into it, chewing ferociously. He had a kind of animal magnetism about him, and I could see why Anya was attracted.
“He’s a real asshole, Katia,” Troy grunted. “We’re gonna take him down, though. You don’t need to worry any more. We’ve fuckin’ got this.”
Anya and I went to the ladies’ again while Troy and Devin finished eating.
“I think I might go home with Troy,” Anya whispered. She reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of lipstick. I waited until she’d finished applying the coral matte cream before replying.
“You should,” I said carefully. “But you promise if I need you, you’ll pick up the phone?”
“Definitely,” Anya said. She hugged me. “Katia, you know how important you are to me. You’re more than just my boss. You’re like my sister.” She kissed my cheek. “And I’m really sorry about everything I said earlier today. I know you’ve really grown up a lot.” She shook her head. “And you’ve definitely come a long way from that spoiled Valley Girl brat persona. You’ve turned into a real woman, Katia.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “I love you, too,” I told her. “Now come on, the guys are waiting for us.”