Chapter 3
Well, that was fun. Thanks for bringing me along, Philippe.
A deep growl was his response.
She seemed really glad to see you, the woman went on. This time her prodding had an effect. Philippe crossed his arms and lowered his thick eyebrows in a fierce glare.
They had left Studio L a few minutes after Philippe returned from talking to Chastain and once they were seated in the limousine that was waiting for them theyd ridden back to her home without a word being spoken. When theyd reached the two-story penthouse she called home, his date finally had enough. She closed the door behind them, locked it and turned to face him with a smile.
Shes even more gorgeous than you said. Would you like a drink?
Frederique, if you say another word Im going to throttle you.
Dont call me that, she warned. She hated her full name and would only answer to Ricki.
Then stay out of my business, he replied.
Ricki Fontaine covered a smirk with her hand and repeated her offer of a drink. She was a cousin of the Deverauxes from Lafayette. She had gone to Eastern schools and married a chef who was now a millionaire, thanks to his talent and business savvy. Or maybe he was a billionaire now, Philippe wasnt sure. She was often his favorite cousin but not tonight. Tonight she was a pure pest.
He walked over to the French doors that led out to the terrace and frowned when he couldnt open them. How do you get out of here?
Thinking of jumping, are you? Loverman had everything in here child-proofed. The boys are absolutely fearless as well as being as curious as heck. And the girls are even worse, if thats possible. So, unless your thumbprint can access the keypad over there you wont be flinging yourself off the roof tonight, she said dryly. Or me, either, because you look mad enough to try it.
Loverman was one of her many sappy nicknames for her husband, Antoine. And despite still looking like she was in her twenties, Ricki was the devoted mother of five children under the age of ten. Her long, black hair, smooth dark brown skin and her firm, curvy body all belied her mommy status. Normally Philippe considered her to be quite charming, but she was working his last nerve tonight.
Im going to bed, Ricki. Thanks for coming with me, he said in a dead voice.
Oh, no youre not! Youre going to sit down and relax and Ill make you a nice hot drink to loosen your tongue. You have some things to get off your chest. Let me check on my babies and get out of this outfit and Ill be right back, she said.
Philippe groaned as he took off his suit jacket. He had taken off his tie and cuff links and was staring balefully at the twelve-foot Christmas tree that graced the room when Antoine entered the room. He was wearing a silk robe and pajama bottoms, despite the fact that it was only nine oclock. He put in long hours with his restaurants and usually retired early.
The baby woke up and Ricki couldnt let her go back to sleep without some mothering. Antoine still had a strong French accent, even though hed been in America for years. He and Ricki had met when she was in college and it was love at first sight. She tells me you have some issues to deal with. Lets have a cognac and you can tell me whats putting that look on your face.
Philippe was about to refuse the offer, but somehow the prospect of Antoines excellent cognac sounded like a plan. Antoines family owned one of the best vineyards in France and under the management of his brothers they had become one of the biggest importers in the world. Antoine also owned three restaurants in New York and two in New Jersey. His latest project, though, was training homeless and unemployed people in the restaurant business. He said it was his way of giving back to the country that had been so good to him.
They went into the study, which was also a wine cellar. The rich wood that lined the walls held specially made racks that were cleverly disguised behind the paneling and kept each bottle at the perfect temperature. Soon they were each sitting in sinfully comfortable club chairs with a snifter of a hundred-year-old imported cognac that warmed the throat and loosened the tongue.
So what happened at the showing? Your friend, was she not pleased that you had come?
Philippe snorted. I wasnt pleased that I had come. I havent seen Chastain since she dumped me three years ago to take off for France. Chastain and I have been in and out of love since we were kids. I thought at one point that wed be getting married, but instead she got some genius grant and decided to leave me, leave her family and everything else and work on her painting in Paris, he said with obvious bitterness.
Shed already been away long enough. She went to college in D.C. and instead of coming home to New Orleans she pranced her little ass off to New York to get an MFA and just stayed here. After Katrina she moved back home and said she was back to stay. But after about four months she got the news that shed been awarded this big fellowship. That was cool. It really was, because shes extremely talented. Shes really gifted, Antoine, Im not kidding. But the grant didnt have any restrictions on it. She could have done anything she wanted with the money and she chose to just get up and go. She didnt seem to give a damn about what she was leaving behind. She just left. He drained the rest of his snifter and nodded in the affirmative when Antoine offered him a refill.
I think you mean who she left behind, he said wisely. You said what, but I think you meant to say who.
Philippe shot him a searing look, but gave up and shrugged. Who meaning me. Yeah, I guess thats what I meant to say. Whatever. Taking another sip, he looked longingly at the expensive humidor on the table.
Antoine understood the look at once and offered Philippe a cigar, which he assured him was excellent. Better than a Cuban, I promise you. Normally Ricki makes me go out on the terrace, but as long as we air out this room she may let me live.
After lighting the cigars the two men smoked in silence for a moment. Antoine went back to the subject at hand. So you havent seen her in three years, you go to her opening and then what? She wasnt glad to see you? She didnt welcome you?
She made a fool out of me, thats what she did. Shes there looking like she just left a photo shoot and shes got some chump hanging all over her like he owns her. Before I could say anything to her, I happened to look up and see these three huge paintings of a nude man and then I realized they were paintings of me. There I am, big as life, hanging on a wall naked, he snarled. The anger began building again until he felt it might erupt until Antoine interrupted him.
So? They werent good pictures, you looked bad, what?
Hey, man, come on now. If you walked into an art gallery and saw three nudes, life-size nudes hanging in the middle of the room and you realized it was you, youd be as mad as I am. Thats a total lack of respect. Its like a slap in the face. Its like letting the whole world know that I was just a lay for her. I dont know how she could do something so low-down. But I told her that theyre coming down or Im going to sue her and that gallery for
For what? If someone painted me in the nude Id be quite flattered, that is if they were beautiful art. Were they caricatures or cartoons? Did you look like an idiot or something?
For what? If someone painted me in the nude Id be quite flattered, that is if they were beautiful art. Were they caricatures or cartoons? Did you look like an idiot or something?
Not really, Philippe admitted. He roughed up his hair with one hand while he thought about the portraits. It wasnt like my full face was visible.
And shes very talented, you said? Did she make you look good?
Philippe was about to answer in the affirmative when he caught himself. Thats really not the point, Antoine. The point is that she painted those pictures without my knowledge or permission and she has them on public display. My privacy has been invaded and shed going to remove them from that exhibit or face the consequences.
Ricki sailed into the study wearing pink silk pajamas and a cashmere robe in the same color. Youre kidding, right?
No, Im not. Thanks for the talk, Antoine. Ill see you tomorrow, this time Im really going to bed.
He left the room, leaving the couple alone.
Loverman, what did we say about cigars? Ricki waved her hand in front of her face with a grimace.
Sorry, darling. Philippe looked like he could use one. Ive never seen him this upset about anything before.
Ricki got comfortable on her husbands lap, snuggling next to his heart with a contented sigh. Philippe is actually one of my more mild-mannered cousins. They all have hot tempers, but Philippe was always the most laid-back of the bunch. He must have really been crazy in love to react like that.
Antoine stroked her silky hair and inhaled the fragrance that always clung to it. How bad were the portraits? He seems to think they were a source of humiliation.
Ricki turned her head so she could kiss his neck. To tell you the truth, I didnt really get to see them that well. I noticed them, but I was busy looking at these exquisite renderings of Bricktop and Richard Wright. This lady has an amazing gift, Antoine. I was staring at the paintings and the next thing I knew Philippe was dragging me out of there like the place was about to explode.
But I want some of her work, she said thoughtfully. As soon as I take the children to school tomorrow the baby and I are going to have a little field trip. And Im going to find out whats going on with Philippe. I think I should call his sister to get the real scoop. She was reaching for the phone when he stopped her.
Call her tomorrow. Your husband is also crazy in love and he wants to show you how much.
Ricki dissolved in sexy giggles, which were quickly drowned by her Lovermans lips.
Philippe stood in the shower and let the hot water beat down over his body as though it could wash away the strange feelings that were roiling around inside. Hed always prided himself on being the man in control, the calm in the storm. Hell, hed had to be the mediator in so many of his brothers fights that hed learned to control his emotions and keep a clear head. And all it took was one look at Chastain for all of his mature powers of reason to desert him. Hed done much worse than dive off the deep end, so to speak. Hed plunged into the shallow end of the pool of stupid and hit his head.
He finally turned off the water and stepped out of the huge circular shower enclosed in glass. He used one of Rickis thick towels to dry off and went into the bedroom to find something to sleep in. He normally slept nude, but he tried to exercise some modesty since he was in a home with small children. Hed already found out that they would occasionally burst into the room to say hello without an invitation. He put on a pair of boxers and an old T-shirt and sat on the side of the bed.
Chastain had always been a pretty girl, but during the time shed been in France she had turned into a beauty. It wasnt just the fact that he hadnt seen her in three years. There was something remarkable in her transformation. When hed spotted her across the room at Studio L, it was like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. The dress she was wearing looked like it was made for her alone. It fit her like a second skin. It looked like a second skin, too, because it was so close to the honey color of her perfect complexion. Her hair was still short and ultra-stylish, showing off her beautiful eyes, deep dimples and the perfect lips that could kiss like no one else in the world, as he well knew.
He remembered the first time hed ever laid eyes on Chastain, the day shed come home with his sister, Paris. The family had recently moved to New Orleans and Paris was going to a Catholic school for girls. She hadnt been looking forward to a new school but meeting her new friend Chastain had made her day. Shed promptly brought her home to meet the family and Philippe could remember it as if it was yesterday. She was a little thing with bony legs, a bandage on her knee and long, brown braids. One of her kneesocks was up and the other one was down around her ankle and her blouse was halfway tucked into her plaid uniform skirt. Instead of having her navy blue blazer on as it should have been, hers was tied around her waist and she was wearing big round eyeglasses with a piece of tape on the frame front. For some reason she was the cutest thing hed ever seen and his opinion had never changed.
Even now, after shed stepped on his heart twice and exposed his naked body to the world, he still couldnt bring himself to despise her. After all theyd been through, all shed put him through, something about her still called to him like a siren. But that didnt mean he was going to let her off the hook. If those pictures stayed up, they were going to court.
Chapter 4
At Studio L, Chastains mood was no better than Philippes. After all the guests had left, she went up to the loft, accompanied by David. Mona wisely decided to stay downstairs for a moment, ostensibly to see to the guest book that all the attendees had signed, but she didnt escape a dark look from Chastain that meant a conversation was inevitable at a later time. David asked if she wanted something to drink and she nodded.
Just let me get Lulu out of her crate. She likes to be in there while Im away, but she insists on being out the instant I return. In a few minutes, she was back, taking a seat at the bar that separated the well-appointed kitchen from the dining area. Lulu was seeking Davids attention while he poured two cups of steaming tea that smelled delicious.
While Chastain sipped hers, he played with Lulu and fondled her ears. So what happened tonight? I could see that Philippe upset you in some way. What was he saying to you?
Nothing much. He just said that if I didnt take down the nudes he would sue you and me. He seemed to think that he was the model and that I was invading his privacy, she said. She didnt look at him while she was speaking. She was busy running her index finger around the top of the cup.
He said what? David looked incredulous before reaching over to take her free hand. He cant sue us. He doesnt have any basis for a lawsuit, regardless of the subject of the paintings. It wouldnt even get to court.
Chastain allowed him to rub her hand and wrist and enjoyed the comforting sensation. I dont know about that. The law is something he knows very well. Hes a lawyer, his three brothers are lawyers, his late mother was a lawyer and his father is a state Supreme Court justice. He doesnt play when it comes to the law.
Maybe not, but I think tonight was more about love than law. He did model for those paintings, didnt he?