Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(21)

“I met Hugh there,” she said with a sad smile.

“Didn’t you just see on the news that he’s dating some movie producer? He’s fine.”

“It was fun while it lasted though,” Stacia said with a giggle. “How about that mansion?”

“Feels like a lifetime ago,” Bryna said.

“Well, I’m speaking for everyone when I say, I prefer you with Eric than as a gold-digging bitch,” Trihn told her.

Bryna shrugged. “He is pretty great.”

“He’s, like, godlike status,” Stacia chimed in.

“Ah!” Bryna said. “We’re here!”

Trihn looked at the entrance to La Perla, and it made her miss home where upscale boutiques were lined up on Fifth and Madison. Nowhere really compared to New York City in her eyes.

“What’s the occasion?” Trihn asked as they stepped inside.

“I don’t need an occasion to get sexy lingerie. I pretty much live in it, but you need to get f*cked tonight. So, we’re going to work on that,” Bryna said. She breezed by Trihn with a confident strut in her step.

“Whoa! Rewind. I am not having sex tonight.”

“You’re going to see Damon at Posse tonight and repeat last weekend until you feel better again.”

“I’m fine!”

Even Stacia’s look was withering. “You’re so far from fine.”

“We had two options—ask ask you to talk about it, which we knew you wouldn’t, or take you lingerie shopping for the hot sex you’re going to have this weekend.” Bryna exchanged a look with Stacia. “We obviously chose the latter.”

A sales clerk approached them with wide eyes, clearly having just heard their conversation. “Can I help you, ladies?”

“Yes. I need a new lingerie set, and my friend here needs something to get f*cked in.”

The woman smiled shyly but hardly batted an eye at Bryna’s language. Trihn wasn’t surprised. Bryna smelled like money. The clerk had probably seen it when she walked through the door.

Her father was a famous movie director, and her mother was an actress. They’d met at LV State, which was why she had come to the school. She was a legacy.

Trihn’s parents were on the opposite of that spectrum. Her father had skipped college to pursue photography and became a professional fashion photographer. He’d met her mom at Glitz where she was currently a senior executive for the fashion magazine. Her sister, Lydia, had followed in their dad’s footsteps while Trihn had ended up on the more artsy side of fashion rather than the business end.

That was why, despite the fact that she had no intention of sleeping with anyone this weekend, she tried on all of the La Perla lingerie the girls had thrown at her and left with a bagful of goodies that could totally get her laid.




“Damon’s not here.”

Trihn raised her eyebrows. “Hi. It’s nice to see you, too, Maya.”

“Oh, yeah. Hi. Here’s a gin and tonic. Damon’s not here,” Maya said, pushing a drink her way.

“Well, I didn’t come here for him tonight. I come here every weekend.”

“You so want to get f*cked tonight. I mean, you’re wearing a corset top.”

“Nothing to do with Damon!” Trihn cried. She snatched her drink up and took a long swig. It burned on the way down, leaving behind a floral aftertaste. Good stuff.

“I do love that f*cking skirt though,” Maya said, leaning over the bar to examine it. “Where did you get that?”

Trihn beamed. “I made it!”

“Look at you, Miss Fashion Designer. Well, I’ll take one of those when you have a chance.”

“Sure. I’ll get to it in my spare time,” Trihn said.

“Good.”

“So, wait,” Trihn said before Maya could go pour someone else a drink, “he’s really not here?”

Maya flashed her a bright smile. She looked Trihn up and down, as if taking her measure. “I knew you were here to get some ass.”

“Oh my God, honestly?”

“Honestly, he’s not here.”

Trihn nodded and tried not to think about that. She didn’t even know what had compelled her to ask Maya about Damon. She wasn’t interested. It had been a one-night stand. That was that.

A couple of drinks later, “Heartbreaker,” her favorite new Chloe Avana song, came on. She grabbed Bryna and Stacia and forced them out onto the dance floor. Their bodies grinding against each other were every guy’s wet dream.

Trihn let the freedom of the dance take over. It was practically hypnotic, the way the mixture of the alcohol, music, and movements could relax her like nothing else—except for sex. And since it was pretty clear she wasn’t going to be having any of that…

“I love this version!” Stacia cried.

Bryna shrugged. “Chloe is…okay.”

Trihn knew that Bryna had some issue with Chloe, who had been in a movie with Bryna’s ex-boyfriend Gates Hartman, but she really didn’t know what it was. Bryna was a buzzkill for Chloe’s music though.

“This version should be on the radio,” Stacia said.

Trihn realized where she had heard this before. Her eyes traveled up to the DJ booth. This was the mix that Damon had said he created when she went to see him in the booth last weekend.