Free Seductive Guest by E. L. Todd Page A

been slammed into the concrete.
    “This girl is using me to get some guy’s attention. But he’s a total douche. Her stupidity irritates me sometimes.”
    “Why is the guy a douche?”
    “He’s your typical playboy billionaire. He took her as a date to a charity event then ditched her when he hooked up with some chick. He’s arrogant, pompous, and thinks he’s god. I have no idea what this girl sees in him.”
    “Girls usually have terrible taste,” he said. “Look at Ophelia. She settled for me—not that I mind.”
    “Yeah, still not sure how that happened.” I drank my beer and gave him a venomous look.
    He ignored the jab. “You think this girl has any hope?”
    “I do. She’ll snatch him soon.”
    “If this guy hasn’t been interested why would he suddenly change his mind?”
    “Because I taught her a few things,” I said. “She’s one of those natural beauties, the kind that doesn’t have to wear make up to be sexy. But I changed her wardrobe and made her wear heavy make up. As soon as the guy saw her he was hard.”
    “I prefer the no make up look,” Jett said. “When Ophelia wakes up in the morning she looks amazing.”
    “I prefer it too. And that’s another thing that irritates me about her. She’s willing to change who she is for some dumbfuck.”
    Jett gripped his beer and eyed me. “You sound involved in this…”
    “I just care about my client,” I said immediately. “What does she expect to accomplish? Even if she did get him, she wouldn’t be happy. And he would get tired of her eventually then kick her to the side. A beautiful girl like that should have her pick of the crop, not the other way around.”
    Jett continued to stare at me suspiciously. “You got a thing for this girl?”
    “No,” I blurted. “But I think she’s cute.”
    “You speak highly of her.”
    “I hardly know her.” I took a drink of my beer.
    “But you—”
    “I’m still pissed off at you over the Theresa fiasco. Don’t piss me off more.”
    Jett pressed his lips tightly together and shut his mouth.
    The door opened and a pretty brunette walked inside. She wore a short dress that hugged every curve like it was an extra layer of skin. As she came closer to me I realized it was Meadow. And I smiled.
    “Hey, sweetheart.” I stood from the booth and looked down at her. “Glad you could make it.”
    Jett watched us while he drank his beer.
    “Well, you ordered me to get my ass down here. It didn’t seem like I had much of a choice in the matter.” Her voice contained her sarcasm. I liked the way she used it. She could be sweet but sassy at the same time.
    “You’re right. You didn’t.” My arm moved around her waist and I moved her to the booth. “Take a seat.”
    She scooted over and looked at Jett. “Hi, I’m Meadow.”
    Jett stared at her like she was unidentifiable sea creature. “Meadow? That’s your name?”
    “Yeah…” She cocked an eyebrow.
    “Like, your birth name?” he asked.
    “Yes, dickhead,” I said. “That’s her name.” I turned to Meadow. “Sorry, he’s a little slow.”
    “I’m not making fun of her name,” Jett snapped. “It’s just ironic that you guys both have hippie names.”
    “They are awesome names,” I said. “You’re just jealous.”
    “Yeah,” Meadow said. “They are super cool.”
    Jett rolled his eyes. “Fine. Gang up on me.”
    “That’s what you get for setting me up with a monster.” I leaned back in the booth and put my arm over the back of the chair, touching the top of Meadow’s shoulders. The act was impulsive.
    Jett watched my movements with keen eyes.
    “What monster?” Meadow asked.
    I sighed. “Jett set me up on a date from hell.”
    “Dude, I didn’t know she was psycho,” Jett argued. “Get off my case.”
    “What did she do?” Meadow asked.
    “First of all, she ate like a pig,” I said. “She even snorted a few times. Then she was superficial, rude, and man, she wouldn’t shut the hell up. Then