Chapter 28
It was hot and the perfect day to have a pool party.
Tiffany outdid herself this year, and the guest list was pretty big, with even bigger guests.
Natasha and I scan the deck for any potential hotties to hit on.
My baby pink rhinestone bikini left little to the imagination.
With my hair tied up so my body was in full view at every angle, I was on a mission and wasn’t leaving until I was successful.
“Let’s grab a drink and head toward the pool.”
We walk toward two lounge chairs reserved just for us—perks of being good friends with the host. Tiffany would be running around greeting and mingling with all the guests before she could enjoy her party, so we let her be.
Lounging while sipping our drinks, Natasha and I people-watch through our dark sunglasses.
“There are a lot of important people here,” Natasha commented.
“Chicago’s elite,” I replied. “I guess her party has become a summer highlight.”
Daughters and sons of the city’s wealthiest families scattered throughout the rooftop, leaving their prim and proper manners at the door. It was Las Vegas brought to Chicago.
“See that guy by the other end of the pool? Brown hair and American flag trunks with the sunglasses that match his trunks?” Natasha pointed out.
Checking him out, I reply, “He’s cute.”
He was of average build, with blonde hair and skin tanned by the sun. He would have blended into the crowd if it weren’t for his patriotic swim trunks.
“He’s the D.A.’s son.”
“I didn’t know the D.A. had a son.”
“He recently graduated from Dartmouth Law School,” Natasha replied.
“How do you know all this?”
“He entered the bar one night like some big shot. So I had to know the scoop. He came in with four girls, and they told me all about him. He’s going to follow in Daddy’s footsteps. How cute, right?” she laughed.
I roll my eyes. “These elite girlies are going to be all over that.”
Natasha nudged me, “Maybe… but it looks like he has his eyes set on someone in particular right now.”
I roll my eyes as I catch him looking at me. He shoots me a wink. “Politicians aren’t my thing.”
“Well, he isn’t one yet.”
“Legal authority,” I nod in his direction, “DeCarlo,” I point to myself.
“Point taken.” Natasha laughed. “Looks like he’s headed our way.”
“Ladies,” he smiles.
Thankfully, my shades covered the annoyance in my eyes. “Hi.”
“I’m Hamilton.”
I did my best not to laugh; he even had a preppy name. “Hi, Hamilton. I’m Bethany, and this is Natasha.”
“Let me get you ladies a refill.”
“Only if you promise to get lost afterward.”
My response took him aback. “Do you know who I am?”
“No,” I replied. “But you should know who I am.”
He smirked, “If you were anyone important, I’d know.”
I hit back. “Everyone in this city knows the name DeCarlo.”
He lifted his shades over his head. “You’re a DeCarlo?”
“I am.”
The side of his mouth curved up just a little. “You’re the kind of trouble I like.”
“You’re not my type,” I smile.
“You’ll question that if you get to know me.”
“You sound confident.”
“And you sound interested.” Putting his shades back on, he said, “I’ll be back with drinks.”
As he walked away, Natasha giggled. “Do you need to be mean to EVERY man that hits on you?”
“It wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t,” I shrug.