Filthy and Rich: A Billionaire Menage Romance Box Set by Opal Carew & Sheryl Nantus & Celia Aaron & Charlotte Stein & Calista Fox

Author:Opal Carew & Sheryl Nantus & Celia Aaron & Charlotte Stein & Calista Fox [Carew, Opal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2017-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Before Chloe had drained her coffee and vacated her chair, Sylvia had moved onto the corner where the long wall met the one that housed the tall fireplace and the oversized archway leading to the front of the spa. All the while, Chloe’s gaze had been on the hallway—as though she were trying to will tall, dark, and devilish to return.

As Sylvia carefully dabbed at yet another sliver of space at the top of the wall that needed touching up, she heard Chloe behind her, shuffling through the mail and murmuring, “Bills, bills, bills. Where’s the originality here, people?”

“You know,” Sylvia mused on a whole other topic, “when faced with a hunky male specimen, it is socially acceptable to speak to him.”

“I will leave that to you, my friend. I already have my Mr. Perfect.”

“That beast you call a cat will gnaw your leg off in your sleep if you don’t feed it six times a day.”

“Yet he’s still so svelte.” She sighed. “But don’t grief on Sebastian. He’s a growing boy. Either that, or he has tapeworms that have tapeworms. I should get me some of those.”

“Chloe, there is absolutely nothing wrong with your figure.”

“Sure, what’s not to love about these hips?”

Sylvia grinned. “I see men checking out your hips all the time. Or rather, that very provocative sway to them that you’ve got down pat.”

“Sylvie, I’ve been no more interested in landing a guy than you. Otherwise, I’d trade in marathon-streaming Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead for P90X.”

“You have a hell of a lot to offer, Chloe Lockhart. But I understand the things that hold you back.”

“Which is why you don’t push. So shut it.”

Sylvia scoffed as she went back to her work. Chloe had her own issues. Somewhat similar to Sylvia’s, but on a much more terrifying level. So Sylvia didn’t pressure her friend to get out there and meet someone—how hypocritical would that be, really?

Chloe was content with her Netflix subscription and her cat. Both kept her on an even keel. As did her friendship with Sylvia, since they’d been through the toughest of times together. Had weathered some shitstorms and come out on the other side. Not unscathed, but they were both dealing with their emotional and physical scars. As best as they could, at any rate.

Chloe said, “You’ve got a letter here from Elle Spa in the Willamette Valley.”

“The owners want me to come back and manage the facility. Since I politely declined via phone, email, and text, they’ve resorted to snail mail. I get one every week now.”

“In such demand.” Chloe snickered playfully. Then she rustled the newspaper.

And shrieked.

Sylvia’s arm jerked in surprise and her brush smashed into the tan-colored ceiling, leaving a glob of sienna paint.

“Fuck!” she cried out. Then she dropped the brush into its cup and whipped her head around. “What the hell, Chlo? You scared the crap out of me! You better have just seen a mouse.”

“In Bayfront? Not a chance. And if so, it’d be wearing butler’s tails and gloves.

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