Carrie Duffy

Diva


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going to have a little fun, and Philippe Rochefort was the perfect guy to be by her side – handsome, rich, well connected. Power like that was sexy, a real turn-on, and together they would make a spectacular couple. It wouldn’t be easy, but Dionne loved a challenge. She was confident she could get any guy she wanted.

      Smiling to herself in the darkness, she settled back into the luxurious seats of the SUV, watching in anticipation as the bright lights of Paris flashed by.

      ‘Thanks, have a great night. Enjoy the rest of your holiday …’

      Aidan closed the door and locked it, the bolts making a satisfying clunk as they slid into place. He’d already turned the music off, and the late-night silence was striking.

      Alyson had begun clearing up, rinsing the drip trays and wiping down the tables ready for tomorrow.

      ‘Take five minutes, if you want,’ Aidan suggested. ‘Get yourself a drink.’

      ‘Thanks,’ Alyson said gratefully. She poured herself an orange juice, then sat down at one of the tables, where she slipped off her shoes and began to massage her feet. The long shifts were always a killer.

      Aidan fixed himself a neat Jameson’s for Dutch courage and came over to join her. He watched her as she leaned forwards, her long, slim fingers making sweeping movements along the soles of her feet. Even after a gruelling shift she still looked incredible, the dark circles under her eyes highlighting her fragility.

      Aidan took a slug of the whiskey, feeling the warming sensation as it hit the back of his throat. Shit, he had to get a handle on the situation. This girl was really starting to get to him.

      As the manager of Chez Paddy, there’d been countless young women passing through, all far from home and looking for a friendly face. Aidan wasn’t stupid – he was a good-looking guy, and could have taken advantage on dozens of occasions. But he’d always made it a rule not to get involved with the staff. It caused too many problems.

      But Alyson was different. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was different to all the rest, with a real sense of class, a vulnerability that brought out his protective side and a smoking body that brought out another side entirely.

      He was ashamed to admit that he’d done something completely out of character the other day. It had been Alyson’s day off and that French guy had come in looking for her – the older, smarmy creep. Aidan couldn’t stand him. He’d asked for Alyson, and Aidan had coldly told him she wasn’t working.

      ‘Tell her I passed by,’ Philippe had said, looking at Aidan with a cool, level gaze. There was something triumphant in his expression, as though he knew that Aidan couldn’t compete with him – his power, his wealth.

      Aidan had been furious, jealousy pumping through him. For the first time he’d felt his humble status, embarrassed of working in a tourist bar when this guy looked and behaved like he owned the world.

      Aidan hadn’t told Alyson about her visitor. He insisted to himself that he was just looking out for her, but deep down he knew his behaviour was born out of envy. He’d seen the way Alyson was with this guy, the way her eyes had lit up when she was speaking to him. He’d never seen her behave like that with anyone else – letting her guard drop completely, hanging off his every word.

      Aidan gripped the glass tightly at the memory, his fingertips turning white with pressure as he threw back his head and downed the last of the Jameson’s. It was do or die, and he was about to break his own golden rule.

      ‘So, how’s everything going with your new flatmates?’ he asked cheerily. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he could have kicked himself. Bloody coward. It wasn’t what he’d wanted to ask at all.

      But then Alyson lazily opened her eyes – they were luminous blue and huge, framed by long, pale lashes – and gave him the most divine smile. Aidan felt as though the breath had been knocked out of him.

      ‘They’re great,’ she replied tiredly. ‘Really sweet girls. Kind of crazy, but fun.’

      Aidan nodded, struggling to keep his focus. He took a deep breath and tried again.

      ‘Good. Great. Look, I um … sorted out the rotas for the next two weeks. I don’t know if you’ve looked at them?’

      ‘No, I haven’t had a chance yet, I’m afraid.’

      ‘No problem.’ Aidan paused, uncertain of where to go next. He cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘It’s just … it’s worked out that we both have this Saturday night off. I was wondering if you fancied … if you wanted to do something. I know you said you hadn’t seen much of the city, so I thought it might be fun to explore …’

      Alyson broke into a wide smile. ‘Yeah, that sounds great. I’d love to.’

      ‘Really? Fantastic!’ Aidan had to stop himself from punching the air. ‘Right, well …’ He cleared his throat, businesslike once more, as he tried to hide his delight. ‘I guess we’d better get cleaned up in here.’

      The music was pumping loudly as the DJ segued effortlessly from a remixed R&B track into electronic dance. A wash of coloured lights swept the room, bouncing off the mirrors and reflecting from the polished glass tables.

      Saeed Al-Assad was seated in Bijou’s VIP area, the exclusive roped-off section. The table in front of him was piled high with bottles of spirits and mixers, Rochefort champagne stacked in silver ice buckets. Saeed sat like a king surveying his harem, surrounded by a posse of black-clad friends, mostly Arabs, and short-skirted, beautiful girls – the ones he’d arrived with, and the ones he’d picked out of the crowd and invited to join him.

      Behind the banquette seating was a recessed area, like a luxurious cave, the size of a double kingsize bed and with sheer gauze drapes that could be pulled across when the occupants wanted a little privacy. Already a number of girls were lying languidly on the oversized cushions, sipping drinks and artfully arranging themselves to show off their assets to best advantage. They would start off chatting to Saeed’s friends, then slowly move closer to the man himself, each hoping to land the big fish.

      Dionne had no interest in lying around being decorative – she was here to have fun. She and CeCe were dancing with abandon, the men around them watching with interest as they rolled their bodies, hips grinding, booty shaking. From time to time the pair got tantalizingly close, as Dionne flung her arms around CeCe and their bodies pressed together, leaving everyone watching and wondering: will they or won’t they? Each of them loved the spotlight, craving the attention. Dionne, especially, fed off it, needing all eyes on her.

      Wiggling her way past his entourage, Dionne leaned over to Saeed. ‘I’m just heading to the bathroom, honey. Back soon.’

      Saeed nodded easily, reaching over to give Dionne a playful slap on her behind as she walked off. Dionne span round, giggling, before grabbing CeCe’s hand and pulling her away.

      ‘Let’s go have some fun,’ Dionne whispered in her ear.

      They wound their way through the crowd, Dionne ever alert for Philippe Rochefort. She hadn’t seen him yet and hoped he’d put in an appearance tonight. She knew she’d be pissed if she didn’t get an opportunity to speak to him.

      But, even if he didn’t show, she and CeCe were getting more than enough attention to make up for it. As they moved through the club, the men all checked them out, while the women narrowed their eyes jealously. Their attitude made Dionne laugh, all the uptight bitches standing around trying to bag a rich guy, not daring to do or say anything that might put off a potential sugar daddy. As far as Dionne was concerned, life was too short. She was all about having a good time, about drinking, dancing and enjoying herself. In her experience, men loved a wild girl – it made them imagine what she’d be like in bed.

      The pair made their way to the bathroom where Dionne repaired her make-up, dabbing under her eyes where her mascara had streaked. She wanted to make sure she looked good. You never knew who was around – a lot of the top photographers and big model agents hung out here.

      She