Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) (6 page)

After five minutes she sets
her cell phone down on the desk, “I’m surprised to see you tonight,
I thought you and Logan weren’t coming because of the Gala tomorrow
night? She asks, looking a little puzzled.

“That was the plan but we
had a photo shoot in the area for the magazine, so I decided to
stop by and see if you wanted company for dinner. Logan will be
gone all night working on last minute details for tomorrow’s party
and Brooklyn had plans tonight with that Trey guy she met last
Friday.”

“I believe Mrs. Trinton
made lasagna tonight. I would love for you to join me sweetie, your
father left to pick up our outfits for the party tomorrow. He said
he’s just going to warm up a plate when he gets back.”

I follow her back down the
hallway to the kitchen and can smell the lasagna before I even
reach the door. My stomach is rumbling continuously, begging to be
fed. My mother takes two plates out of the cupboard, dishes up and
joins me at the marble island.

“You excited about the gala
tomorrow?” she asks as she sets my plate and fork down in front of
me.

“Yes, and nervous though. I
hate going to events where I don’t really know anyone. It’s pretty
much Logan’s co-workers and business associates. Then, of course
all the models and actresses that are with the agency. The only one
I know is Megan Nelson, the one that was just in that romantic
comedy, ‘How you love me’
.
”

Sitting next to me, she
takes a bite of her lasagna and smiles, “You’ll have a blast, I
know it. You’ll have Brooklyn and Reagan there, you three can dance
the night away.”

It was nice visiting with my
mother and it being just the two of us. I prefer having small lunch
or dinner dates with either parent alone. I always get really
stressed out when we have a fancy sit down dinner with Logan over;
I feel like they’re always watching us, voicing their opinions so
loudly, not with their mouths but with their eyes. My father feels
Logan should have proposed by now, we’ve been dating for four years
and he feels that’s long enough to figure out if you will or will
not spend the rest of your life with someone. My mother just hates
the idea of me having premarital sex, even though it’s 2012 and I
know maybe a handful of people who actually wait until
marriage
.

We talk about her upcoming
tour for about an hour and I tell her all about the interview and
the photo shoot. She’s so proud of how well I am doing with my new
job; I can see it in her face when she smiles at me. After I help
her clean up the kitchen, I decide to head home, I want to get my
things ready for the gala. I wouldn’t have much time to do it
tomorrow because Brooklyn and I are having a salon and spa
day.

After I get into my car, I
pull my iPhone from my purse and notice I have ten messages -eight
from Brooklyn and two from Eloise. Brooklyn’s are all asking about
Kayden and the photo shoot and Eloise has left me both a voice mail
and text raving about how thrilled she was with today’s results. I
put my cell back in my purse and start the car, cranking up the
stereo to try to drown out all the thoughts floating around in my
head.

I finally pull into my
drive at six thirty, Brooklyn has already left so I decide to take
a bath and get my dress, mask and accessories ready for tomorrow.
Today has been a long stressful day but thankfully I survived, with
a very happy boss. I decide I should probably reply to Eloise, and
do so as I run my bath.

“Hello Savannah, about time
you called me back,” she teases, “You were amazing today! Kayden
called my office as soon as he left the shoot. He said you and
Reagan were wonderful and he truly enjoyed the whole
experience.”

“That’s great Eloise; I
think Reagan got some really great photos today. Women all over the
world are going to be dying to get their hands on the magazine when
they see those photos.”

“Oh, I know!” Reagan was
editing some tonight and he sent a few to me. That man is fine!”
she said. “He’s invited me, Reagan, you and everyone else working
on the issue, to stay at his hotel the weekend after Thanksgiving.
He’s throwing a party to celebrate being on the cover of Envy. It
is going to be so much fun!”

“Wow,” I breathe, “I heard
him mention something about it when he was getting ready to leave
today. He said he hoped to see me at the party he was throwing in
Houston. It sounds like it will be a lot of fun, great publicity
for the magazine too.”

“Yes, it will be. Exciting
eh? Well I’ll let you go, my dear, I know you have a big day
tomorrow. Goodnight.”

I toss my phone onto my bed
and head to the bathroom with my iPod. My muscles instantly relax
in the warm water and I lie back with my headphones in, trying not
to think about tomorrow. I know how much Logan has riding on this
new deal with Sunset Modeling, so hopefully everyone has a
fantastic time and all goes smoothly.

After my bath, I climb into
bed and flick through my phone. I assumed I’d have heard from Logan
today, but there’s been no news. I’m a little upset that he
couldn’t even be bothered to send me a quick text seeing as he knew
what a big day I had today. This was the thing with him, I was
always supporting his career and he just couldn’t seem to return
the favor. He was busy though, so I guess it was understandable. I
decide to send him a quick message and head to bed, Brooklyn and I
have massage and facial appointments tomorrow morning before
heading to Quinn’s hair salon in the afternoon. I needed
sleep.

Me: Just getting ready to
go to sleep, wanted to say goodnight and let you know today went
fantastically. Hope your day went well. See you tomorrow
xoxo

I set my phone on my night
stand and try to sleep. Logan didn’t reply.

I wake to the sun beaming
through my window, filling the entire room with rays of sunlight.
Brooklyn is still sleeping so I decide, like the best friend that I
am, to run to Starbucks and grab us both iced coffees. By the time
I return she is just staggering out of her bedroom.

I sit at the barstool,
smiling at her, “Good morning sunshine, in need of some
caffeine?”

“Yes, oh my God yes! You’re
amazing Savannah. I feel like something crawled into my head and
kicked the crap out of my skull. I need to remember NOT to drink so
many tequila shots. I don’t know how I’ll survive this party
tonight with the hangover I have.” she says dryly, taking the
coffee out of my hand.

“Well, you’re lucky you
have a best a friend who loves you so much.” Take some aspirin
because there is NO WAY you’re getting out of going to this party
tonight. I need you and Reagan there to keep me from losing my
mind. You know how much I hate these stuffy events.”

“Well I suppose after some
pain killers and a deep tissue massage, I should feel well enough
to attend.”

I’m already dressed in
cutoff jeans, flip flops and pink spaghetti strap top, my hair
tossed up in a messy bun from my coffee run. Brooklyn throws on a
sundress and heels and we we’re off to the spa. We had the complete
spa package, wax, facial, pedicures, manicures and massages. We
were getting pampered to the max. Brooklyn looked like she was in
heaven; it was definitely helping her forget about the
hangover.

The spa was amazing. When
we finished we head over to the salon to let Quinn and one of his
stylists make us look flawless. His salon is right on Hollywood
Blvd. and he styles hair for tons of celebrities. He’s actually
becoming really successful, just last year he won a few awards and
launched his own brand of products.

We don’t even get a foot
inside the door and Quinn is already over to us, giving hugs and
air kisses. “As I live and breathe, I have missed you girls! Come,
sit, we are going to work our magic on you. Every camera is going
to be on you two tonight. We are going to make you hotter than you
already are, if it’s possible.” He winks at us as he steps up to
his salon chair.

“Oh stop, I bet you say
that to all the girls.” Brooklyn giggles. She loves attention and
when she gets it she bathes in it.

“I’m thinking up do for
Brooklyn, high bun with curls popping out all over. For Savannah we
have to show off that goddess like hair of yours. Leave it all down
but we will do a French braid from each side by your temples and
have them come together in the back with curls everywhere!” He
says, leaning against his chair and tapping his right cheek
thoughtfully.

When we’re finished I have
to agree that his ideas were perfect
.
“Oh my, I love it Quinn, you were so
right, it looks amazing!” I say, admiring myself in the
mirror.

“I love what you did with
mine Fiona; it looks hot, sexy and sophisticated, just like me.”
Brooklyn plays with the ringlets around her face.

“You look smoking hot
Savannah. Every guy at that party tonight is gonna wish they were
Logan tonight.”

“Whatever you say,” I
laugh, “You look freaking stunning Brooklyn, poor Reagan, he’s
going to have every guy there trying to steal his date.”

We pay Quinn and head home
to get ready, not believing it was already five o clock. I’ll be
way too nervous to eat anything at the party so we order Chinese
takeout. I know I’ll regret it later though, the girls Logan
manages are beautiful and I know I’ll feel like the fat ugly
duckling in the middle of them.

“Hot damn! You look amazing
Savannah!” Brooklyn says eyeing me up and down. I put on black
glitter heels, gold bangles with peacock feather detailing,
turquoise feather earrings and turquoise glitter eye
shadow.

“Thanks love, you’re
looking mighty fine yourself. That dress is amazing, I’m so happy
you got it. Girl, it shows off those assets of

yours well.” I say, raising
my eyebrows at her.

“You’re awful,” she laughs.
Our compliments are cut short by the sound of the doorbell and we
run to answer it, finding Reagan on the step with a bouquet of
flowers. He’s so sweet. Brooklyn doesn’t go for sweet, one of the
many reasons she will not date him. She loves boys who are trouble
with a capital T.

“For you, Miss Brooklyn
Bennett." Reagan says, handing her the bouquet of bright pink roses
to match her dress.

He follows her into the
kitchen, watching her put them in water when the doorbell rings
again. I hurry to answer it as I know it has to be Logan, he said
he would pick me up and we could walk the red carpet
together.

I swung the front door open
and bounced into Logan’s arms. I’d missed him so much. Being apart
during the week, getting together only once or twice for dinner
wasn’t sufficient enough for me. I needed to see him every day.
Everything seems better when he’s around.

“Woah, I’m happy to see you
too,” he says, hugging me back. “You look absolutely divine tonight
Savannah, that color is breathtaking on you.” He kisses me
passionately before walking into the house.

“Hey now, don’t mess up my
makeup.” I tease.

“So you ready for your big
night?” Reagan asks.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,
I guess. The party planner went above and beyond what we expected;
you won’t even recognize the ballroom at the Roosevelt. It’s like
you’re walking into another world. There’s going to be tons of
press there, which is great publicity for the agency.”

When we arrive at the
Roosevelt, it’s completely chaotic, there are photographers crammed
in on both sides of the entrance barricades. I slide my mask on, as
does Logan, and step out of the limo into a lighting storm of
camera flashes. We pose for a few photos and give the press a few
statements; I’m taken aback when Logan tells them that one day soon
he hopes to have me as his bride. This goes against everything
we’ve discussed about establishing our careers first.

When we enter the ballroom
we are all speechless. There are black and white fabrics draped
across the ceiling, circle tables all over with monochrome table
cloths, decorated with giant flower arrangements in the center
with, again, black and white lilies surrounded by the occasional
burst of color from a deep red rose. Logan plants a quick peck on
my cheek before leaving me with Brooklyn and Reagan to rub
shoulders with all of his business associates.

“I need a drink.” I state
to Brooklyn, and drag her over to get glasses of champagne. Three
glasses later, I was finally feeling my anxiety fade away. Brooklyn
pulls me out onto the dance floor helping me relax more and Reagan
joins us soon after. Before I know it I’m laughing and having a
wonderful time.

Out of the corner of my
eye, I notice my parents walk in, virtually oblivious to the
surrounding by cameras.