Calendar Girl (April) Chapter 9:
We pick up right where we left off, with the immediate aftermath of Rachel discovering Mason and Mia in bed together. Mason is so ashamed of himself until Mia points out that they didn’t actually have sex and that this is a last-ditch effort to add some zing to this story.
He pushed his thumbs into his temples, his big hand spreading wide. “I remember fondling your tits and asking to fuck them.” He groaned and looked at me guiltily.
“Well, don’t tell her that part. That was just stupid drunk behavior and no one else saw it. Harmless.”
Though I’m sure everyone’s idea of harmless is a sliding scale, I would personally prefer it if my SO didn’t engage in that kind of behavior. From what we’ve seen of Rachel so far, I can’t imagine her reaction would be, “Oh you were just fondling Mia’s tits and trying unsuccessfully to convince her to let you fuck them? My bad!”
Mia determines that the only way for Mason to get out of this jam is to tell Rachel he loves her. She tries to get Rachel to talk to her, but no dice. The clock is running out, and there’s only two days left until Mia leaves!
There’s actually a pretty compassionate moment from Mia during all of this:
Even though Rachel said some pretty hurtful things to me, I could understand why she said them. When you’re faced with losing everything you’ve ever wanted, you lash out. It’s normal and the brunette in bed with your boyfriend is a pretty good target. I deserved whatever and more of what she had to say. Though I didn’t like that she believed I was a whore. It was something I, too, struggled with as an escort. One who had sex with her first two clients. Of course, I didn’t with the last two, but she thought differently.
“Honey, you’re young, gorgeous, and an escort for incredibly rich, good looking men. Yes, of course, I think you’re going to get some of that. If I were in your shoes, I most certainly would. In the past, I definitely had my share of beautiful rich men.”
Aunt Millie then gives a Mia a back-in-my-day speech about how when she was working as an escort, it was expected she sleep with her clients and she didn’t get a bonus like Mia. WHAT IS THE LESSON HERE?
“…His name is Angel D’Amico. He wanted you because he’s followed you in the smut mags. Seen that you’re getting attention and making the rounds with some pretty big names…”
“…But the good news, the designer is a fifty year old Italian. Married to an ex-model named Rosa who works with the girls. And you’re not going to be on point every second. You’ll work a standard day or two modeling then have most the week off. I know they have around one to two shoots per week planned. The rest of the time will be yours. Even confirmed that you’ll be staying in a rented two bedroom bungalow right on the beach.”
“My own place? I don’t have to stay with them?”
“Nope and they won’t be providing you with clothing. That’s the tradeoff. Since you will only be shooting ads and maybe attending a couple parties with the couple you’ll have most of the time to yourself so you’ll wear what you want. You get to keep the bathing suits though.” Sweet!
A month in Hawaii. My life just got a hundred times better. “Think I could bring Gin and Maddy?” From the extra twenty from Wes and Alec, I had enough saved to be able to pay their way. They could stay with me, so really we just needed plane tickets and food.
“As long as you make your shoot days, you can do whatever you want. Should I book them some tickets?”