Club Prive: Taken Over, Volume 3 (Kindle Worlds Novella)
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We both laughed, remembering all our childhood days of playing dress-up and pretending we were invited. The shots arrived, and we toasted Storm Morris before knocking them back. Then Victoria ordered another round.
“So, you aren’t excited? It’s the perfect reason to wear a tiara, remember?” I asked her.
Victoria snorted. “Or a feather boa. God, do you remember that awful purple thing? It shed all over the house.”
“I can’t believe Storm Morris is having a party. I heard he was getting ready to sell the mansion,” I said.
“Maybe that’s part of it or maybe that was all just a ploy to get people interested. Either way, there’s supposed to be a crazy party up there tonight, and my blog is making me go.” Victoria waved away the idea like an irritating fly. “But I’d much rather drink with you. What’s going on with you?”
“You know if he sells the house, Murtaugh is going to become a ghost town, right?” I neatly avoided the topic of me.
Victoria screwed up her pert little nose. “Yeah, I can imagine. Lots of shop fronts closing. Why doesn’t he just make the gardens a concert venue or something?”
“Or make that huge medieval dining hall of his a fancy restaurant?” I added. We shared wilder and wilder suggestions until the second shots arrived.
“Someone should bring the town’s concerns to his attention,” Victoria said.
“Someone like a reporter?” I asked pointedly, though the tequila was making me feel anything but sharp.
My friend shook her perfectly styled head. “No way. That’s not the angle I’ve been told to take. I can’t lose this job. It’s brutal out there.”
“I’ll tell him,” I said. “I’ll crash that party and give the host a piece of my mind for all of Murtaugh!”
Victoria leaned back and sighed. “Oh, my god, and I could actually take a bath. Thank god Maria and Dan still run a heavenly B & B.”
“Been working too hard, huh?”
She nodded. “And this is really just a little fluff piece. All I need is a few pictures and a general idea of what the night was like.”
“I’ll report back,” I joked.
Victoria leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. “You should. Take my press pass and go party. That way, you can tell Storm Morris just what he’s doing to the people around him.”
“And you can get a night off.”
“Exactly. Plus, parties like this are no fun for me anymore.” Victoria flashed a heavy engagement ring.
I squealed with excitement that turned into an insulted gasp. “You mean, you can tell I’m still single? I mean, congratulations!”
My old friend smiled, understanding my response perfectly. “He’s the best guy ever. I’ll tell you all about him over brunch tomorrow.”
“Wait, you’re serious about me crashing the party?” I sat back as the bar seemed to spin.
“It won’t be crashing with my press pass, and we look enough alike that no one will think anything of it,” Victoria said. “And you can let loose, my little accountant. Ooo, better yet, meet someone wild and have a little fling! Do it for me now that I’m off the market.”
I shook my head. “No way. I’d have to sneak back into the studio to get my bag. I have nothing to wear.”
Victoria slapped some cash on the table and dragged me to my feet. “Just like old times.”
My mother, covered in deep swirls of purple paint, caught us halfway up the ladder to the sleeping loft where she’d tossed my bag. “Nice to see you ladies having a little fun. Hi, Vicky.”
“Hi, Caroline.” My friend dropped back down to the floor and air-kissed my mother’s cheeks. “Wow. You look great.”
“Thanks, sweetie. So, what’s going on?” my mother asked.
“Cora’s going to the Morris Mansion party,” Victoria blurted out before I could scramble back down the ladder and shut her up.
My mother shocked us both by slapping a hand over Victoria’s mouth. “Shhh, don’t let Susie Q hear, for god’s sake. She only five months sober.”
“Caroline, hun, your studio is open-concept.” Susie Q appeared in the doorway and grinned at us all. “Plus, my night’s booked. I’ve got a meeting in a church basement in an hour.”
My mother patted her best friend’s cheek, leaving a streak of purple paint. “That gives us an hour to get Cora ready for her first rock ‘n’ roll party.”
Victoria squealed with delight, and Susie Q jumped up and down. Within minutes, they had already decided on my makeup, hairstyle, and were arguing over the best colors to bring out my blue eyes.
“No!” I had to shout. “I’m not going there to party! I’m going there to tell Storm Morris he’s got to think about the town and all the local businesses that depend on him, his father’s legacy, and the mansion to bring in tourists.”
“No reason you can’t do all of that while wearing these.” Susie Q produced a blinding pair of diamond earrings from her purse. “Too much?”
“She’s undercover as a reporter, not a princess,” Victoria joked.
“Then these.” Susie Q held up an enormous pair of freshwater pearl earrings.
“What do you have in there, a jewelry store?” Victoria asked. “How about a tiara?”
“No. Absolutely not,” I said.
After another round of arguments, two escape attempts by me, and a pause while my mother showered in order to prevent purpling anything else, I was finally dressed. The result made everyone grin except me.
My jaw dropped when I faced the mirror.
Susie Q had insisted I wear a designer skirt she had brought with her. The sapphire-blue satin skirt hugged my hips as I was curvier than her, but it fit perfectly. It ended too far above my knees for my own comfort, but I was amazed how long and sexy my legs looked in a pair of sheer black pantyhose.
I had refused the matching jewel-blue halter top and opted for a tight black cashmere sweater instead. It was the one item I had brought that the ladies deemed sexy enough; the neck did swoop down into a low V. My mother had contributed a stunning lapis lazuli necklace a wealthy patron had once gifted her. It hung on a gleaming silver chain that matched the hand-hammered silver earrings I had once given Caroline for Mother’s Day.
The earrings flashed under my now-fashionable tussled hair, but it was my eyes that had me staring. With a well-practiced hand, Susie Q had drawn subtle but effective cat-eyes that made my baby blues more dramatic than usual. Thick lashes gave me a sleepy, sultry expression.
“Oh, Cora Bora, you are going to knock ‘em dead,” Susie Q said.
“Storm Morris will definitely notice you. He might not listen to you, but I’m sure you can figure out how to make him hear you,” my mother said.
I pulled a face unworthy of my perfect make-up. “The only thing he’s going to notice is this press pass. And why do we think our reclusive one-hit wonder wants to talk to a journalist?”
“My best advice is to pretend you don’t have a story or an angle. Play drunk, and he’ll open up about all sorts of things,” Victoria said.
I made one more break for the sleeping loft ladder, but my mother caught me. “Who cares if you don’t even run into Storm Morris, love? Just go and have a little fun. Corporate accountants are allowed to do that now and then.”
My stomach clenched. No one knew about my dire career and financial situation. And, if I played my cards right at the mansion, they wouldn’t have to. I had heard of people selling candid shots of the rich and famous for very lucrative amounts. Maybe the whole night wouldn’t be a loss after all.
I thanked my mother and Susie Q, but they piled into Victoria’s car and rode up to the mansion gates with us anyway. I felt ridiculous stumbling out of the full car in front of the security guards, but they didn’t even look twice at my press pass.
I was in.
“Give ‘em hell, party girl!” my mother called from the car as they sped off and left me to face the Morris Mansion alone.
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