Unconventional (The Manhattanites #4) Read Online Free Page A

just spill it. Otherwise, I might climb the walls.
    “ Signorina Brill, per favore , what should we do?” I begged her for an idea.
    Brill, Inc. had built the media messages for Girasoli’s two brands: Easton Essentials, which was a line Lex had started, and my brand Jemma Couture, from day one. I may have created a bad collection that week, but I wasn’t stupid. We’d be nowhere if it wasn’t for Taddy and Blake getting our dresses onto the bodies of every mover and shaker in the world.
    “I have a strategy to save your gorgeous bum. Totally out of the box. It’s going to require you to be a bit exposed and vulnerable.”
    “Ugh…” Two words which were so not me. I chewed my bottom lip for a second before saying, “ Sì , all right. Let’s hear it.”
    “It’s clear you’ve lost your mojo. Your sexy, girly ways went out the window with those military space pants and laser guns.”       
    “Perhaps,” I agreed, unsure of where she was going with this.
    “It’s normal for designers to take sabbaticals, traveling abroad to get inspired for their next collection.”
    “My darlings, I can’t leave Rocco and Luigi behind for that long. They can be…how do you say in English…possessive.”
    “When was the last time you had a romantic night of crazy monkey sex with them?” Blake asked, his manicured brow arched high.       
    Needing to stall to come up with an answer, I couldn’t remember when, so I asked for clarification. “Toe-curling?”
    “Pussy-eating, clit-shaking, butt-fucking, fantastical fun,” Blake added.
    “Hmmm…” Oh, dear. These New Yorkers can be crass at times. “I don’t recall. Maybe three months ago when we were on the Isola di Girasoli. We celebrated my second year of being cancer-free.”
    When I’d first met Luigi and Rocco, we’d fare l'amore in the middle of the night, early morning, middle of the freaking day, and before bedtime. So, a few times a day.
    Then lovemaking sorta went to twice a day, to once a day. A few times a week. Followed by once on Sundays. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had my pussy eaten, clit shaken, butt fucked, or anything fantastically fun happen between us.
    Dannazione.
    “I dunno…”
    “Exactly.” Taddy turned to face me, her green eyes finally locked with mine. “No sex in your life equals bad fashion designs. This is easy to see how this happened.”
    “It is?” I wasn’t following them.
    “You have two lovers for a reason, honey. You used to be an insatiable woman.”
    “Really?” Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I ran a hand over the back of my neck.
    “You oozed sex.”
    “I did?” With my hands, I rubbed a tense spot on my shoulder. I didn’t need sex. Christ, I just needed a day at the spa.
    “You radiated pheromones which drove all men, and some women, wild.”
    “Get the fudge outta here.” I giggled. For the first time in twenty-four hours, I’d laughed, and it felt good. The week’s fashion show nearly killed me. I folded my arms, realizing how lame I’d become, and tried to remember the old me. “I guess you’re right. I used to be a sex goddess.”
    “Yes, Miss Thing. It sorta freaked me out.” Blake laughed, too.
    Taddy shushed him. “Listen, I spoke with Vive on the plane ride over here. The rehab facility let her come to Europe just for the show. Then she went right back in for treatment at that detox farm. She is an honest journalist and wrote what she saw.”
    Their bestie had been sobering up for a while. Personally, I cared for Vive more when she was tipsy. Her articles weren’t as vicious then. So I reminded them, “ Signorina Farnworth said my collection was s-h-i-t.”
    “I can’t disagree with her,” Lex grumbled.
    “According to Vive, the press will give you a second chance. That is, of course, honey, if you ask for one. Ready for my idea?” Taddy’s hands folded under her chin, her high cheekbones appearing more pronounced. Perhaps she was sucking them in. “I