Sentencing Sapphire (Sapphire Dubois: Book 3)

Chapter 5

Christina Kraft was probably the most beautiful woman in the world... according to herself.

But who was a better judge of beauty than Chrissy? Her blonde hair was playfully curly, her stomach toned and tanned, and the third set of implants had reached the perfection her previous boobies hadn't. To her, they were even perfect-er than her new BFF's infamous set.

Chrissy could feel the white-haired bartender in her poolside cabana at the Beverly Hills Country Club eyeball her. Someone like him, poor and old with a stupid penguin uniform, would never come close to anyone like her, so she graciously let him dream on.

"Gawd, I'm bored!" She waved off her manicurists so she could clap her hands. "Entertain me, Kate Upton."

The famous model looked up from her massage table. "Um, what do you want me to do?"

Chrissy moaned. "I never had to tell my old BFF how to entertain me, she just did."

A white lie. Before Sapphire selfishly abandoned Chrissy, she'd been a poor entertainer. Chrissy was the one who kept their conversations going by talking about herself. It wasn't like Sapphire ever had anything interesting going on.

Sapphire. Chrissy pouted. Her former BFF was in jail or prison, or something. Chrissy wasn't sure what the difference was. It made her feel sad and lonely. She didn't like the feeling so she looked around for something to do.

"Watch and learn," Chrissy said, then curled her finger at the country club's manager. "Say, Jackie..."

Jack was in the middle of a conversation with the poolside chef, but scurried over the second Chrissy's finger aimed at him. "Yes, Ms. Kraft?"

"Do you encourage your employees to gawk at your members?" Chrissy nodded at the bartender.

Jack squirmed, looking at the shocked bartender and Chrissy purred. She loved it when she made them sweat.

"I didn't, Ms. Kraft," the bartender hurried out from behind the bar. "I was looking at your sunglasses. I was thinking about ideas for my daughter's birthday. I would never look at you that way; I've known you since you were little."

Had he? Chrissy felt her cheeks heat and she didn't like it. Krafts shouldn't have to feel embarrassed. Then she touched her face and forehead. "He's a liar. I'm not even wearing sunglasses today."

"Well, ah, you were," he replied.

"Are you calling me a liar?"

The bartender and Jack shook their heads frantically. "No-no-no."

"Fired. I want him fired." Since they insisted on humiliating her, she would teach the man a thing or two about life, like her daddy always said.

"Please," the manager begged. "Hector's been with us for twenty years and we've never had any problems..."

"I suppose I can tell Daddy to cancel our membership." Chrissy studied her freshly manicured nails.

"No." The manager turned to Hector with panic in his eyes. "I'm... I'm sorry, Hector."

Hector looked at the manager, and nodded. He raised his head, trying to hold onto whatever pride he believed he had, and walked off.

"That wasn't very entertai—"

"Shut up, Kate Upt—O... M... F... Gawd." Chrissy sat up, kicking her pedicurist away.

Whispers spread through the cabanas. Waiters' eyes turned. Gasps of horror stretched from one end of the pool to the other.