Part 1 (1/2)
DOUBLE DARE.
by Tawny Weber.
To my daughters, who gladly share me with the Muse and don't think it odd that Mom works in her jammies. Never give up on your dreams...they really do come true.
To James, for being the most incredible hero a woman could ask for. Thank you for the love, support and unfailing belief in me.
To my Critique Partners for the laughter, patience and gentle shoves when I was stuck. You ladies rock!
And to my editor, Brenda Chin, for not only helping me reach the point where she could buy my book...but for feeding my husband so I could write more.
1.
MAYBE SHE should have seen it coming, but a girl just didn't expect to get knifed in the back by her best friends. should have seen it coming, but a girl just didn't expect to get knifed in the back by her best friends.
”Wanna repeat that?” Audra Walker requested in a smooth, calm voice. She was rather proud of that tone. It didn't show the anger or the gut-wrenching hurt she was feeling. She was sure her face, carefully made up for this evening of revelry and celebration, was equally calm. After all, hiding her true feelings was old hat to her.
She spared a glance at her surroundings. The Wild Thing was typical of most of the clubs Audra's friends frequented. The beat of the music and voices reverberated in time with teal lights flas.h.i.+ng overhead. Places like this were always bright and loud and hadn't ever bothered Audra before. Then again, her friends hadn't been idiots before, either.
”You're just not into it anymore, Audra. Face it, you no longer qualify as a Wicked Chick,” Suzi Willits said, her breathy voice as serious as it ever got. The buxom blonde shrugged one toned shoulder, making her ample b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounce under her leopard print tank top. ”We might not mean much to you these days, but we do have standards to uphold, you know.”
”The Standard of the Double D. Of course I know,” she said with a roll of her eyes. Maybe this was a joke? They'd rib her for a while, then spring a congratulations-on-your-promotion present on her or something. To stifle the simmering panic in her belly, Audra s.h.i.+fted in her seat and breathed deeply. The scent of her friends' perfume was as familiar to her as her own.
”I'm the one who came up with it. Dudes and drinks, the Wicked Chick's tools of the trade.”
”Right, so you know better than anyone how important it is to keep those tools sharp and fresh, don't you?” Suzi challenged. It wasn't her tone that forced Audra to accept they were serious. It was the fact that Suzi waved away the hot guy who'd just signaled her to come dance with him.
Audra's gaze flicked from Suzi to Bea Tanner. Rather than meeting her eyes, the redhead kept her gaze averted, making a show of swirling a piece of mango through the froth of her margarita.
Audra thought about laughing in their faces. It'd be easy enough to toss back her drink, slide from the barstool and tell them both to kiss her a.s.s before sashaying out of the nightclub. The only thing stopping her was the fact that Suzi and Bea were two of her closest friends. And while they might not be the poster children for loving support, the three of them had been hanging together since they were Wicked Chicks in Training at fourteen, doing junior high detention together.
Ten years later, and still a hard-a.s.s with a bad att.i.tude, Audra didn't have many friends other than Bea, Suzi and Isabel. Most people, both back then and now, looked at her and saw imminent failure. She'd never cared, since those three were always there for her. With her dismal upbringing, she'd always considered these women her family, albeit a little dysfunctional at times. Without them, she was just a hard-a.s.s with killer curves. They'd been the ones to show her how to use use those curves. those curves.
She glanced over as the last member of their little party rejoined them at the table. Slightly winded from her dance, the dark-haired woman gulped down her soda. Isabel Santos had been hanging out with Audra since they had both worn ruffled panties. Although not a member of the Wicked Chicks, Isabel had spent time with the other women off and on over the years. After school, though, Isabel had focused on her own career, while the Wicked Chicks had focused on enjoying life. At least, until Audra had the temerity to pursue an actual career.
”You're always hanging out with that Natasha chick now,” Bea accused. She poked her silicone-filled bottom lip out in a practiced pout. Her newly colored t.i.tian hair framed a face that had graced a magazine cover, as Bea was always quick to point out. But the look on that face, half-sneer and half-dejection, a.s.sured Audra they were dead serious. They were kicking her out of the Wicked Chicks.
”That Natasha chick is a) my sister-in-law and b) my boss. And now she's about to launch a new lingerie line that is exclusively my designs.” Which is what Audra had thought she was at the club to celebrate. Her promotion to head designer for Simply Sensual Lingerie. The achievement of her dreams.
”See, it's that kind of c.r.a.p that's the problem,” Suzi pointed out. ”That's all we've heard this last year. You have to work. You have to study. You can't party with us because you have early cla.s.ses. I thought it'd end when you graduated a few months ago, but now you're all about work instead.”
”Oh, please,” Audra scoffed, ”like the two of you don't have jobs and responsibilities?”
Bea did tend to drift from job to job, but she always worked. Suzi cut hair in a high-end hair salon in San Francisco and Isabel's florist shop was flouris.h.i.+ng.
”How come your jobs aren't the issue here?” Audra asked.
”We are able to maintain a balance between our jobs and our real lives,” Suzi said in perfect imitation of an upper-cla.s.s sn.o.b. are able to maintain a balance between our jobs and our real lives,” Suzi said in perfect imitation of an upper-cla.s.s sn.o.b.
”And what am I doing?”
”You're building a career,” Bea pointed out quietly. She said it as if Audra were building a weapon of ma.s.s destruction, her voice a combination of bemus.e.m.e.nt, aversion and fear.
”Why shouldn't Audra build a career? She's a great designer. This is her dream opportunity. Aren't you excited for her?” Isabel asked in a surprised tone. Her gray eyes flashed as indignation built. ”Don't you guys think you're being a little unfair?”
”Fair, schmair,” Suzi shot back. ”Friends don't let friends blow their prime years chasing careers. That's the kind of c.r.a.p you do later...after you've lost your s.e.xual mojo.”
Audra tuned out the inevitable debate between Isabel and Suzi over s.e.xual status, aging, equal rights and staying true to friends. It was old news.
She bit back a scream. All she'd ever heard from her older brother was how her friends were trouble and would screw up her life. Isabel was always nagging her to set goals and prioritize her plans. And now she was hearing from her friends that she wasn't one of them anymore because she was trying to build a future. Not one d.a.m.n person in her life was willing to simply accept her. All of her.
”I can have both a career and my friends,” Audra insisted. Wasn't that the women's right of the new millennium? She could have it all? It wasn't as if Audra was looking to add a husband or anything stupid like that to the mix.
”Some career.”
”I design lingerie,” Audra pointed out, matching Suzi's sneer with one of her own. ”That's hardly at odds with my Wicked Chick designation.”
”You've always wanted to design s.e.xy, wild lingerie,” Suzi pointed out. And she'd know, since she and Bea spent years listening to Audra daydream about it, never once discouraging her.
”Instead,” Suzi continued, ”you settled for vanilla-sweet nighties for virginal brides.”
”Everyone has to start somewhere,” Isabel interjected in Audra's defense.
Before Suzi could retaliate, Bea pressed her hands to the table, bloodred nails spread like claws against the faux leather surface.
”Enough of this c.r.a.p.” The mellowest of them all, her distaste for the bickering and one-upmans.h.i.+p was clear on her face. ”Audra, this is an intervention. You either prove you're still one of us, or you lose your Wicked Chick status.”
Isabel gasped. ”You've got to be kidding.”
”Prove myself?” Oh jeez, it was junior high school all over again.
Suzi leaned forward with a challenging gleam s.h.i.+ning in her midnight-blue eyes. ”Prove yourself.”
Audra rolled her eyes. ”How? Outdrink you two? Dance topless on stage? Give up my job?”
Audra tossed the words out in an airy, unconcerned tone. But her insides twisted at the thought of either the first or the last. Given that she'd started her drinking in her early teens, she figured she'd done more than enough partying. That, and she'd watched what drinking had done to her mother, leaving her old and haggard-looking by forty. The booze wouldn't do Audra's skin, or her health, a bit of good. And she planned to keep both long into the future. Two drinks were her limit now, although she did a good job of hiding that from her friends.
And quit her job? Oh, G.o.d, no. She loved that job. Loved designing lingerie. She couldn't think of anything more satisfying than starting with a vision in her head, turning it into a reality and seeing a woman prance out of the boutique empowered by the result. They couldn't-wouldn't-be crazy enough to think she'd give that up.
”How about all thr-”
”No, much simpler,” Bea interrupted with a dark look at the blonde. Suzi sat back with a huff and a roll of her eyes.