Boxer Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  “At the risk of sounding cheesy, do you come here often?” Richard asked. It was one of his favorite openers because it was so cliché. He loved to point out banalities and things that most people accepted and ignored; it was funny to him when things were brought out into the open this way.

  “I’m actually new to the city,” Mariah said.

  “Really? Whereabouts are you from?”

  “Oh, all over really. I’m an army brat.”

  “You didn’t have any desire to go into the service yourself?” Richard asked.

  “No. After spending my childhood being tossed around from place to place, I decided I wanted to just go somewhere that I had always dreamed of and take up roots there for a bit.”

  “So you decided to come to the Big Apple?”

  “Hey, that is where all the action is,” Mariah said.

  Richard gave her a sexy look, dragging his eyes from her long, slender legs in her tight jeans, to the sweet curves of her hips, her large round breasts that were aching to explode from her bra and then settling on her beautiful face, surrounded by flowing blonde hair.

  She took it all in and smiled at him sweetly.

  “You’re right, this is where all the action is,” Richard said with a smirk.

  Mariah laughed and batted her eyes, flattered by the flirtation. Richard loved the game. The banter and the give and take of a new relationship, no matter how short or long it might become. The newness and the freshness of it all was rather intoxicating; it gave him a high like no other. It wasn’t even about the sex; that was more of the icing on the cake. He loved the game. That might have been the main reason he had found it so hard to settle down. So far, he had not found anyone for whom he wanted to quit playing and declare himself done.

  “So, what do you do, Richard?” Mariah asked.

  “I’m a lawyer,” Richard said. He hardly ever told people more than that unless they pressed; he hated to brag about himself. It was pretty lame for someone who felt that they had to brag about their own achievements, though he had no problem receiving accolades from others when they came.

  “Well, that’s exciting. What type of law do you practice?” Mariah asked.

  “I’m an entertainment lawyer predominantly, but occasionally other types of cases come my way. What do you do?” Richard asked, redirecting the conversation. He hated talking about what he did sometimes, mostly because he knew that if he opened up the floodgates and starting talking about how amazing his job was and how much he loved it then it would become weird.

  “I’m a school teacher,” Mariah said.

  “Oh, really? What grades?”

  “Junior high.”

  “Well, I tell you, if I’d had a junior high teacher like you then I never would have let myself pass eighth grade,” Richard said.

  Mariah blushed again.

  “Oh, I think we could have found some extra credit for you to make sure that you passed,” Mariah flirted.

  “Oh, really? What if I misbehaved? Would you give me detention with you? I don’t mind being held after class.”

  Mariah licked her lips and smiled sweetly at him.

  Yeah. It was on.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Why the hell did I come here tonight?

  Angela kept asking herself that question. The party was a huge success with a lot of wonderful people there; she saw several celebrities she had not yet met and several she had met on many occasions. She should have been having the time of her life, but she was bored stiff. It was becoming more apparent to her how much she hated fame and wealth, not because of the nature of those things, but because of what people did with them.

  The fame would have been cool if it didn’t so often change the people that it happened to. From what she saw, established and up-and-coming celebrities acted like different people entirely. It was especially fascinating watching people she had met when they had just started to become well-known and whose notoriety had grown considerably. It was like she had met the same person on two different occasions but they were completely different—it was kind of weird and sad.

  Her lifelong dream had been to become a supermodel, but she was not sure she would be able to handle the fame part. She would likely start to become very vain and materialistic; qualities that were never really part of her character despite growing up a little rich girl. She enjoyed comfort and she had gotten used to many of the perks of being rich, but she could safely say that out of all the people she had grown up with, who were of the rich and wealthy elk, she would be the one to adjust to being normal if it were ever thrust upon her. Her friends would have complete meltdowns.

  Angela had been civil and made conversation with several people she knew. They all asked about her new job and college and what her plans for the future were. She hated telling the same story to different people. She had already answered all of these questions last Christmas when she came home for break and she found herself repeating herself again at this party. But she smiled and played along because it was expected of her.

  Her parents had broken the ice and reintroduced her to several people, which she appreciated, but truthfully she would have rather just hung back and been a wallflower. It was an underrated position to be in; you could observe all and never be a part of anything.

  The most infuriating thing about situations like these was that her parents often asked the questions about Angela for other people. They asked her questions that they already knew the answers to, just so she could brag about her life and what type of future she might have. Couldn’t they even wait for their stuffy friends to ask their own damn questions? Every time it happened she wanted to pull her hair out, but somehow she made it through okay.

  “What’s up?!”

  The drunken voice of Naomi came rushing through the crowd. Angela glanced to her left to see Naomi and Natalie both completely sloshed and dancing their way through a crowd of minor celebrities who were really popular on some new reality dancing show that Angela had seen once and vowed never to watch again. She had to wonder how famous you could be for being lame.

  “Hey, ladies. Are we enjoying ourselves?” Angela asked.

  “Hell yes! I’ve been dancing all night and so many guys have offered to take me home tonight. As if! Like I’d just go home with some random weirdo,” Naomi said.

  Angela tried to hold back her laughter. When Naomi was drunk it was one of the most entertaining things she’d ever seen. Natalie was decently buzzed as well, but even when drunk, Natalie stayed poised and charming so that most people would never be able to tell; Angela could tell simply because Natalie was in a much better mood than normal.

  “Why not?” Angela asked. “It would be a great way to piss off your dad.”

  “I’m actually on great terms with my dad tonight. He has been very attentive to me!”

  Angela looked at Naomi sarcastically. She had hardly seen Richard Kane, but when she did see him she noticed that he was walking around with some hot blonde in a sexy dress. It was tough to say if it was serious or not and there was no getting a read from Naomi in her present condition. Angela felt the jealousy welling up inside of her. She hated to feel that way ever, but Richard was one of the few men who could stir up such desires and feelings in her.

  “Whatever!” Natalie said, her voice much louder than necessary—another sign of how much she’d imbibed tonight. “I have barely seen him,” she said, echoing Angela’s own thoughts. She found herself wondering if Natalie had ever thought about bedding down with Richard Kane.

  “It would appear that way, but for my father, this is a huge improvement and investment in his time!”

  “Oh my God!” Natalie exclaimed. “Is that Darren Cross over there?”

  The girls all looked over to the corner. Angela recognized a handsome man about their age dancing and talking with a few beautiful women that she didn’t recognize, but they looked too normal weight to be models.

  “It is!” Naomi said. “Wow, he has changed.”
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br />   “I’ll say,” Angela added. Darren Cross had been the biggest nerd in their school. His father owned a huge chain of beauty salons and everyone thought that both Darren and his dad were complete dorks. Darren had always been short and scrawny with bad posture and horrid acne that scarred his whole face. But now it seemed he had grown almost eight inches, filled out, and his skin had completely cleared up. His hair was slicked back in just the right way and when he smiled his dimples were insane to look at.

  “When was the last time we saw him?” Naomi asked.

  “It would have to be about three years ago. That’s one hell of a late growth spurt,” Angela replied.

  The three girls laughed.

  “Well, maybe I need to congratulate him on his newfound hotness!” Naomi said. Before the other two could stop her, she was already dancing her way over there.

  “That girl is crazy,” Natalie said. “What are we going to do with her?”

  “Not a thing. The question is, what is she going to do with Darren?” Angela said.

  Natalie grabbed another glass of champagne off the waiter’s tray as he walked past. Richard Kane sure knew how to throw one hell of a party.

  Angela had never been to this house before, but she knew that it was Richard’s countryside estate that he used mostly on weekends when he wanted to get away from things. But he had a couple penthouses in the city as well. Angela had always thought it odd that a man would have so many homes in such a centralized location, but she figured that it was part of the charm that Richard possessed.

  The house was not quite as big as her parents’ mansion in the city, but it was bigger than her parents’ vacation cottage in Hawaii that they spent a few weeks in periodically throughout the year when they wanted to get away. They did this much less frequently since Angela had moved out and gone to school. Somehow they always tried to make family time for her benefit and push work on the back burner. But now that was basically over.

  Naomi instantly struck up a conversation with Darren and even from across the room Angela could see the look of surprise on his face when Naomi wrapped her arms around him. The two girls he had been talking to glanced at each other and walked away. Darren started to notice but Naomi sucked him right back in. She had the same sort of charm that her dad did. There was something charismatic in the way she did everything, especially when she decided that she wanted someone’s attention.

  “Wow, that was fast,” Natalie said, once again reading her friend’s mind.

  “Yeah. Do you think she’s okay?” Angela asked.

  “Okay about what?”

  “Well, I dunno. She’s been acting a bit strangely since she got back from school. I’m starting to wonder if she has any idea what she really wants to do.”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Well, she is cut out for modeling, but given the hatred that she has for it, she refuses to really use her strengths and she went to school to study something that she probably hates and has no intention of working in.”

  “Right. But didn’t you do the same thing?”

  “No, I like what I do. Of course, you know how much I would like to try modeling.”

  “Well, what’s stopping you?”

  “We’ve all talked about this before.”

  “You don’t need your parents to become a model.”

  “Do you have any idea how tough it is to break through if you don’t get supremely lucky or you don’t have a strong in?” Angela asked.

  “I know, but you have to take some risks sometimes. Life is too short to wait around missing the bus. I’m going to the ladies room,” Natalie said.

  Angela stood there a few moments thinking about what Natalie had said.

  “She’s right, you know.”

  The voice startled her and she spun around instinctively, almost knocking over the person standing right behind her that she was completely unaware of.

  It was Richard Kane.

  Angela’s breath stopped in her chest. She forgot how to continue the breath for a moment. Richard was looking amazing. His hair was perfect. His eyes intense and deep blue. His face wore an expression of intrigue and fun, completed with that sexy smile she had dreamed of for so long.

  “I’m sorry?” Angela asked. It was the only thing she could think of and she thought she sounded moronic for saying it. She was suddenly aware that her hands were very clammy and she was starting to sweat.

  “Sometimes in life, you just have to go for it, especially when you have so much talent for the thing you are after.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate that,” Angela said with her best smile. Her eyes were independently scanning the room for the sexy blonde that Richard had arrived with.

  “I mean it. Have you ever expressed to your parents how much a modeling career would mean to you?”

  “No. They never really gave me the chance. I tried to bring it up a few times, but they always cut me off. It seems that they’ve always been really against it all.”

  “Well, that certainly seems hypocritical of them. I can’t imagine your parents being so thick-headed.”

  Angela could sit and listen to Richard’s deep, bassy voice booming out of his muscular chest for days. He looked so perfect.

  “I’ve always thought so, but I guess they have their reasons.”

  “Well, you know I have some strong connections. If it’s something you’re really interested in then I’m sure we can get you some auditions.”

  Angela couldn’t believe what was being said to her. She knew that Richard could have helped her out and she had considered asking for his assistance before, but for some reason she had just never allowed herself to feel comfortable with it. She wasn’t sure why. Naomi had even suggested it to her, but Angela had told her no and to just forget it. What was stopping her?

  “I’m not sure—” she began.

  “Why not? If it’s something you truly want then you just have to go for it. Don’t you think that’s the only way?” Richard asked as he sipped his whiskey. She loved to watch him. As he raised the glass to his lips his eyes remained locked on hers.

  “I suppose, but I’m not sure I’m really good enough,” Angela said. As the words escaped her lips and rolled off her tongue, she realized then that part of her was actually afraid of success. It was silly, but perhaps all of her parents’ overwhelming accomplishments had left her feeling just a bit of self-doubt in her own abilities.

  “Well, that is nonsense. You’re an amazingly beautiful woman. You have just the right look, especially right now.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The girl next door look—that’s you. The industry is starting to change to a much more natural look; the Barbie look is on the way out. Fashion designers are making different clothes now, for today’s woman.”

  “Wow, I wasn’t aware it had really changed that much. I see all of the models around and even the new ones kind of look the same,” Angela said.

  “Well it’s slowly changing, and that look won’t go completely out of style any time soon. But trust me when I say that change is on the horizon and now is the best time to cash in on it. You could be one of the first to usher in the new era and your face could become synonymous with the word fashion.”

  Angela felt like she was about to faint. Richard was saying the most perfect things—it was all like a fantasy. She wanted to just lie down and wait till the waves of nausea rippled through her. It was nausea mixed with some weird butterflies of excitement. She wanted this so badly. Did he really believe that she had what it took? Or was he just blowing smoke?

  “That’s pretty amazing. I would love to go on some auditions.”

  “Great. Do you have a portfolio yet?” Richard asked.

  “No. I don’t.”

  “Well, we have to get that set up first. Basically, you need several pictures taken with different outfits and things that can showcase your personality. Despite what people think, being a model isn’t just about the looks and the body or fitting the r
ight clothes. There’s a lot of personality that comes through to enhance the overall image to make the sexy happen.”

  “I’m a bit shocked at how much you know about this,” Angela said. She immediately regretted the comment. It sounded a bit snarky, but she had not intended for that at all. She thought about apologizing but just decided to roll with it.

  Richard laughed, not missing a beat. “Well, I’ve been around the industry and involved with people from the modeling world long enough to know a thing or two.”

  “I see. I guess there’s no better way to learn than to get real life experience.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “So, where’s that woman I saw you with earlier? She is beautiful. Is she a model?” Angela asked.

  “No, she’s not a model. She’s just a friend really,” Richard said.

  “Richard, we’re all adults here. You don’t have to play coy with me,” Angela said. She was surprising herself with some of the things that were coming out of her mouth.

  Richard smiled. “Well, we met last night and spent the night together. She was very interesting and we seemed to be hitting it off, but earlier tonight I saw a baggie with some cocaine fall out of her pocket. So I asked her to leave.”

  “Really? Well, you think you know somebody…” Angela teased.

  “Yeah, exactly. I suppose it was a bit premature for me to ask a woman I’d just met to this party, but I love to fly by the seat of my pants and live in the moment. I know that no one is really perfect and we all have shortcomings, but drugs are something I just won’t tolerate.”

  “So, that means you’re dateless tonight then?” Angela asked.

  “Yeah, I guess so. Are you dateless as well?”

  “You could say that, but I’m perfectly fine with it.”

  “Oh, yes. I’m fine with it as well,” Richard said with his smile increasing.

  Angela felt the stirring of her loins deep inside of her groin moving up into her lower belly. The tingling feeling that something amazing could be happening if she didn’t mess it up was delightful. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Naomi was watching this and she was also wondering where Natalie had gone, but she was too wrapped up in it all to focus on anything else.