The CEO's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 30

　　"You look hot, Eve."

　　She laughed at Brendan's comment as they walked down the road, sharing a box of greasy chicken and chips that had already started getting cold.

　　Roman would never say she looked hot. He'd say exquisite or some other posh word.

　　That thought made the laughter die on her lips as she put a chip in her mouth.

　　"You've been like this all day. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or not?

　　She pushed thoughts of Roman aside and concentrated on what was real.

　　"Nothing's wrong. But I still don't get what we're doing here. This isn't where we usually party."

　　"It's a shortcut," Brendan laughed.

　　They had started so early that they were already on the greasy food craving part of their night out and the sun had only just gone down. But they still had to go and meet their other friends. Brendan thought walking there would clear their heads a little so they could at least enjoy part of the night before they went back to his to crash. She wasn't going to touch any more alcohol tonight.

　　This was what people her age did, wasn't it? They unwound with friends after a long hard week of work and or school. They dressed up in sexy clothes and went dancing. They didn't sit around waiting for a booty call.

　　Thanks to the half-decent make-up skills she had learned in the past thirteen months and a slinky dress she had found in her wardrobe, she knew she looked good. The silky black material skimmed her curves and teased people with her figure. It was backless, flirty and fun. She hadn't realised just how damaged her self esteem had become until the compliments she had received had boosted it a little.

　　She supposed being treated like a whore would do that.

　　"If we're lost, get your phone out and get the directions," she laughed. "This does not look like the right neighbourhood."

　　It looked like they had come into a residential area instead of sticking to town. Miranda and Josie wouldn't be partying anywhere here. It was way too quiet to be interesting to them.

　　"I know where I'm going. Don't worry," Brendan insisted.

　　They came to a road that seemed busier than most. Something was happening, a party of sorts but not her kind of party. Fancy cars were stopping to drop their passengers and there was an insane amount of camera flashes.

　　"I think someone famous lives there," she said.

　　"Maybe. I think you're right, we've come the wrong way," Brendan said.

　　In her tipsy state, it was funnier than it should have been. At least the walk had done what Brendan had intended. She felt a lot more clear-headed than when they had stumbled out of the last club.

　　"Call a taxi," she suggested. "And I'll sit on this wall to wait, or these shoes will have to come off."

　　Brendan pulled his phone out to do as she suggested while she sat down and watched the cars arriving at the house across from her. She thought she recognised one or two of the guests as they posed for pictures before they went into the huge house.

　　Just how far had they walked? She didn't even know what part of the city this was.

　　"The reception is sketchy here. I'm going up the road," Brendan said before he walked back where they had come from.

　　She continued to watch the people arriving to pass the time. The type of people Roman rubbed shoulders with, no doubt. How much did someone have to be worth to be invited to one of those? She would never be one of them, and that was okay, but even if she had money she didn't think she would ever throw anything this lavish. There was a red carpet to the door and everything.

　　Another car stopped, and the valet opened the door. Who would it be this time? Another actor? A politician?

　　But when the next guest came out of the car and he straightened his tall frame, she knew who it was before he turned around. Those blue eyes speared her to the spot, and they were so cold she had to suck in a shaky breath.