Page 202 of So This Is War
Levi:Got to get out on the ice. Remember, you’re mine. Don’t let Patty hit on you.
Wylie:LOL. Can’t make any promises. She’s so hot.
Levi:I know, but remember who you belong to.
Wylie:Looking at my bracelets now. Only you.
Levi:Fucking right. Love you, Wylie. Good luck.
Wylie:Love you too.
I stuff my phone in my purse and look up at the wall that’s covered in framed photos of Patty Ford. Some clothed . . . some not. All of them are extremely hot.
God, to be that comfortable with your body, to have your office lobby decorated in naked pictures of yourself. It does give me an idea, though. I know Levi mentioned it, but I think it would be fun to take some boudoir pictures for him, print them in a small, bounded book so when he travels, he can slip it in his bag. It would be a lot of fun, and I know he’d love it.
I’ll have to look into that when I get back home.
What is taking them so long? I feel like I’ve been sitting here for an hour. Is it an intimidation tactic? If so, it’s working. I’m shivering in my skirt.
Not to mention, I’m sweating.
My nerves are getting the best of me, and I continue to sweep my hand over the fabric of my skirt so that when Patty Ford finally meets me, she won’t be touching my clammy hand. No one likes a clam hand.
Not wanting to get myself worked up, I focus on the pictures in front of me, one in particular of her wearing nothing while she sits on the floor. Her hands are propped up behind her, her head is tilted back, and her breasts are pointed up at the ceiling.
It’s so sensual. I could envision myself doing a pose like that for Levi.
“Miss Wood,” the assistant, Deena, says, pulling me away from the picture. “Miss Ford is ready for you.”
“Oh, great,” I say as I stand.
I push down my skirt, grab my purse, and head toward the doors with Deena.
She leads me down a short hallway straight to a pink door she opens for me, revealing what I know as Patty’s home.
Her bed is right in the middle of the room positioned in front of several cameras and lighting. There’s a dining room table off to the side with an accompanying kitchen, and then to my shock, an open bathroom as well. It’s all here, but unlike what you see on camera, it’s just one giant studio. Holy shit, I had no idea.
And from the right, appearing in a lavender robe, comes Patty Ford.
“I’m so sorry about the wait,” she says as she approaches me. I catch the subtle sway of her breasts, so she’s clearly wearing nothing under the robe. And let me just say, she’s even more gorgeous in person. She holds her hand out to me. “I’m Patty, you must be Wylie.”
I take her hand in mine and say, “Yes, it’s so nice to meet you.”
Patty studies me for a second. “Have you ever considered going live on camera? You’re gorgeous. People would pay great money to watch you take your clothes off.”
My cheeks blush as I say, “Not sure my boyfriend would want to share me like that.”
Patty smirks. “They never do.” She gestures to a table off to the side that I hadn’t noticed.
I follow her and take a seat at the table and notice the portfolio awaiting me. Deena asks, “Can I get you a drink?”
“Water would be great,” I say as my mouth goes dry the moment Patty sits down and her robe wafts open. Good God, she really just doesn’t care.
“Not a problem,” Deena says and turns to Patty. She gestures to close her robe, and when Patty looks down, she smiles.
“Ooops, sorry about that. When you spend most of your day naked, you never really think about it.”
“It’s fine,” I say. “Not to be weird or anything, but it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
