Every outfit in my closet was screaming my name. I would be meeting Ria that night, and I needed to look as fabulous as possible. I hadn’t gotten the best look at her when she had climbed out of Jorge’s convertible, especially with those obnoxiously large sunglasses covering most of her face, but the parts I did get a look at were…nice. Ria probably turned a lot of heads, if only for the way she dressed. That leopard mini-skirt and white halter top couldn’t have been any sluttier, especially for a so-called business meeting with Jorge.
She had every intention of sleeping with him that afternoon too.
I didn’t need all of the details from their meeting to get a sense of what had happened. I was sure Ria was all over him, using her sexuality to convince him that she had never so much as embezzled a dime. And now that I knew I could trust Jorge, I was ready to put her in her place. I wouldn’t tell her that I was the one who discovered she’d been lying to him, but I would say that he was mine and that she needed to leave him alone.
I decided on a yellow dress that stopped just a few inches above the knee. It was classy enough to stand out against Ria’s promiscuous outfits but sexy enough to arouse Jorge. After sliding into the dress and touching up my makeup, I wrapped the diamond tennis bracelet around my wrist and snapped it shut. Ria would take one look at it and automatically know who it was from.
Just as I slid into my favorite pair of nude high heels, Jorge rang my doorbell.
“You look gorgeous,” he said while handing me a dozen roses.
“Jorge, these are beautiful!”
I put them into a vase with some water, and then we sat down in the living room to discuss the plan.
“A couple of things you need to know about Ria. First of all, she’s conniving. Expect her to ask you condescending questions that’ll throw you for a loop.”
“Can you give me an example?”
“Yes, but please don’t be offended by anything that I say.” Urging him to continue, I shook my head. “Well, she’ll probably look at your dress and ask you what discount store you got it from.”
“Excuse me? This dress cost me five-hundred-dollars!” Jorge took my hand, and that’s all that was needed to bring me back down to earth. “Sorry, please go on. What other things will she ask?”
“In addition to dodging her nasty remarks about your clothes, she’s going to want to know our relationship details. Say that we’ve known for a while that we belong together. Oh, and that I proposed to you at your party.”
“I can do that, except for one little problem.” I held out my ring finger, which was missing an engagement ring.
Jorge pulled a box from his pocket, opened it up, and showed me one of the most beautiful diamonds I’d ever seen. “No worries, I brought something with me from work. One of the perks of being in the diamond industry.”
I tried to remain calm as he slid it onto my finger, reminding myself that it was all pretend. Jorge and I weren’t engaged. Hell, we had literally just become a couple a few weeks ago.
Then why am I so excited about playing his fiancée tonight?
“It’s gorgeous, Jorge. Speaking of gorgeous, can you show me a better picture of her?”
He pulled up a picture on his cell phone, which gave me a more unobstructed view of her face. Ria was a knockout.
“As you can see, she’s had far too much plastic surgery on her face. She still thinks she’s pretty, though.”
“Thinksshe’s pretty? Jorge, she’s gorgeous. Take a look at those cheekbones, those lips, and those eyelashes!”
Jorge chuckled while putting his phone away. “All of it is fake, Ginger, right down to the eyelashes.”
“What about her breasts?”
“Not only are they also fake, but they’re hard as a rock. Sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear that part.”
Knowing the two of them had been intimate no longer bothered me. All that mattered was that Jorge and I were together, and Ria would soon be a thing of the past.
“No, it’s fine. That actually makes me feel better. So, assuming that Ria believes all of this, what’s your game plan?”
“That she’ll believe we’re engaged, get over me, accept my offer of buying her out, and take care of the issue with the De Veers Diamond Group before I look to fill her position.”
“Will it be hard to find someone?”
Jorge seemed optimistic. “No, not really. But the mess with De Veers needs to be handled before she leaves the company. When it comes to our diamond workers in Africa, it’s not as simple as giving them a raise.”
“Gotcha.”
