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Authors: Avery Aster
Always & Forever Vive (The Undergrad Years #4) (17 page)
But Taddy realized Kelly would have her shortcomings on some things, her social calendar being one of them. Painting the town red over the holiday didn’t appeal to Taddy, or any Manhattanite for that matter. Not one as temperature-dropping and crowd-drawing like New Year’s Eve.
Staycations are
so
last year. My heart is set on St. Tropez
. There, she could decompress poolside, topless, and always unknown.
Taddy held on to Kelly’s St. Tropez offering. “I plan on being topless throughout my entire holiday.” She wrapped the pashmina around her shoulders to show her gratitude. “This shall keep me snug on the plane ride. It’s always nippy in first class.”
“Naked?”
“Always.”
Kelly drew her clipboard to her tiny breasts. “Miss Brill, December’s temperature is cool in St. Tropez. Your file includes a weather report.”
She flipped the folder open. Cool wasn’t in the forecast—downright cold to freezing was what Mother flipping Nature ordered.
Crap
.
“Sit down, Kelly.” She pushed the Lalique-framed snapshot of her NFL football crush, Brayden Brooks, playing at last year’s Super Bowl to her right. Her Lanvin-cuffed wrists swept her client’s lipstick project to her left.
Challenged to come up with anything more unique than Rose Petal, Sugar Plum, and Earth Red for lip color names, she’d been rebranding SKUs for Baden Cosmetics. Taddy replaced their stickers with new labels, which included Double Penetration, Licked All Over, and her personal favorite, Cunty Red. Clients hired her for one thing and one thing only: to get them press. Lip gloss called Sugar Plum wouldn’t secure an editor’s attention at
HerSay
magazine. But Cunty Red? Most definitely.
“What is it, Miss Brill?” Kelly pushed her unbleached chignon up and sat on the seat’s edge with a sharp inhale.
“We have a problem…a whopper, to be exact.” Taddy heaved her breasts out. She loved scaring the flat-chested new hires with her knockers.
“Do we?” Kelly asked in terror. Taddy assumed it was not from her boss’s breasts, for those she knew Kelly admired because she always stared at them fondly. Her dismay was for the word “problem” which came from Taddy’s mouth.
“First, thank you for the gift. It’s in red, my favorite color.” She loved this pashmina. She owned five at home identical to it.
“I read in the company handbook you are to be branded in red at all times.”
“Red is the color for intensity, and I am a deep person, Kelly.”
“I see, Miss Brill.”
“Red enables people to make quick decisions, a motto I live by.” She tapped her acrylics on the Horchow mirrored desktop. “It also embodies strength and power. Two traits I strive for. Understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Kelly made a noise then swallowed hard, twice.
“I’m going to make you my new executive personal assistant. You’ll get a ten-percent raise and a company credit card with a wardrobe allowance.”
“Yeah!”
“Calm down.” Taddy had planned to promote her anyway.
“Thank you, Miss Brill. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to tell my parents. Oh boy.” She collapsed into the high-backed chair, eyes beaming.
“We must do something about your name.”
“My name?” She paused. “It’s Kelly—Kelly Ivy Kailyn Izatt.”
Taddy made an extra effort not to roll her eyes. She hated to make anyone think their birth name was not unique or that they weren’t special, or above all, that they were just another Kelly. “We have three Kelly’s on salary: Kelly Barnes, Kel Michaels, and Kelbie something-or-another.” Taddy had reached the conclusion that Kelbie pissed while standing, although he dressed from the waist down in a skirt. He strutted better in high heels than Brill girls, and hailed from Atlanta. The paycheck Taddy signed each week was addressed to a “Kelly Brian Green.”
“What about using my middle name?”
“Ivy makes me itch.” She scowled.
“What do you suggest we do then, Miss Brill?”
“Your initials are K.I.K.I. Use those.” She was keen on having an assistant named Kiki.
“Kiki’s different.” Her executive assistant’s face lit up. Taddy Brill’s new Executive Assistant, Kiki, was created.
“So, is that all, Miss Brill?” Shoulders raised, she went to stand.
“No—”
Kiki stayed seated. “Oh…”
“I can’t go to St. Tropez with Lex.”
“Was it my weather report?” She reached for the folder on Taddy’s desk.
“I love the heat.”
I love my tits.
She loved showing off her tits in the heat.
“Lex and you want to go somewhere warmer, I take it?”
“Hotter. Much hotter.” Without notice, she glided her hands over her décolletage and tugged at her Carine Gilson bra straps. The lingerie purchase was a suggestion from Lex. While shopping in Paris, her friend urged her that if she wore the best foundation garments, she’d be less intent on taking them off all the time. Nothing was better for her breasts than Carine Gilson. Regardless, the desire to go topless burned inside her.
Her assistant coughed. “May I be personal with you for a minute, Miss Brill?” Kiki faced away in possible fear she’d be flashed at her boss’s self-groping.
“Of course.” Taddy hoped this would be good. She loved when Brill girls dished on themselves. Lonely at the top, Taddy was no longer included in chatter at the water-cooler.
“My friend, DJ Dejon, spins at several parties in Europe this time of year—”
“Don’t take this the wrong way.” Fighting the urge to laugh, she bit down on her lower lip and sat back in her chair. She always tried to demonstrate a high opinion of her girls. “But how does a native from Provo, Utah have a DJ friend named Dejon who spins in Europe?”
“We’re friends online through a chat room, ma’am.”
“Aah, makes sense.”
God bless cyber introductions
.
“Anyways.” Kiki pulled out a flyer from her paper stack, which listed DJ Dejon’s tour dates.
To Taddy’s surprise, he trotted the globe. “Wow.”
“New Year’s Eve, Dejon is spinning in Algarve, Portugal.”
She leaned closer. “And?” A tube of Cunty Red sat open on her desk, giving her ideas for other color cosmetic names. Taddy jotted down in her notebook, MelonLicious and Utah Virgin.
“Dejon posted Algarve in his online chat room as the hottest place this winter—both temperature and scene-wise.” She flashed her small white teeth, scoring huge with this season’s tip.
“Love it. Book it. Thank you, Kiki, darling.” She reached for her cell and texted Lex the change in plans. Kiki chatted on about DJ Dejon’s music while Taddy received an immediate reply from Lex. It read, “Make the reservation under our code names.”
Using an alias proved vital when Taddy traveled with Lex. Lex Easton was a famed rock-n-roll star’s daughter turned fashion designer. Taddy had experienced her all-too-public lifestyle as teenagers. Since she was also in the spotlight, she found herself booked at the St. Regis and Exhale Bliss Spa under the codename Red.
In Monte Carlo, she booked under Marie Red; in London, Lady Red; in Las Vegas, Lucky Red; and so on.
OK
! magazine and
In Touch Weekly
sure as hell didn’t need to know about her anal-bleaching business. She preferred to remain behind the scenes and let the reporters focus on her clients, not her. However, for some reason, Taddy always found herself front and center of attention.
“Kiki, you’ll see, in my personal folder, my travel policy on making reservations under the name Red.” She smiled. “Tell me about Algarve. The tidbit I’ve heard is Portuguese footballer João Moutinho lives there.”
“So…”
“João plays for the F.C. Porto team.”
“Sooo…” Kiki was clueless.
“A drop-dead delicious European version to my va-jay-jay idol Brayden Brooks.” She turned the frame to face Kiki. “If I can’t have Brayden this holiday, I might be able to have João.” Taddy wondered if Kiki’s DJ cyber buddy knew João.
“I better get to my desk and get started on these reservations, Miss Brill.” She excused herself.
Au revoir
, South of France.
Olá
, Portugal.
Taddy was delighted to learn that Kiki’s on-again, off-again cyber relationship with DJ Dejon had progressed from chat rooms to web videos. Dejon had facilitated securing Taddy and Lex the presidential suite at the city’s five-star hotel.
They were booked under
Red
.
Elated, Taddy gifted Kiki with a bonus—an appointment with Dr. Hugo Fassenbender to get her breasts augmented. New cleavage proved the least she could do. Although Taddy’s came from Mother Nature, she identified with a girl’s desire to have a power set, especially since she’d learned Kiki had wanted a pair. She often referred Dr. Fassenbender at her leisure.
Aside from being the best breast doctor in town, Dr. Fassenbender hailed from Berlin. His patients raved about the precision of his surgical incisions, which rarely scarred. According to the sales girls at Bergdorf Goodman, who sold him his leather accessories, he was also a Dom in the BDSM community. She hoped Hugo would help put Kiki in touch with her sexuality. Maybe tying the Utah virgin up and giving her a good whipping would be asking for the kitchen sink, but new breasts? Those her black American Express card made doable.
With Taddy’s and Lex’s schedules booked, seat assignments ticketed, and hotel reservations made, everything was confirmed jet-set-fabulous for New Year’s Eve in Algarve. Until Lex’s mother Birdie Easton did her usual.
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Table of Contents
Young, Beautiful & Filled with Pain
Prologue: From the Desk of Stockholm School for Girls
Chapter One: A bidet, two boyfriends, and Mama’s f-bomb call from Hell!
Chapter Two: Charmaine Whitedove to the Rescue
Part Two: Poppy White Goes M.I.A.
Chapter Four: A Dateless Weekend
Chapter Five: Sleeping Secrets