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in the dust and I might never recover from it.
My blood ran cold when I remembered the contract downstairs, the one that bound her not to talk to the media. Fuck, I’d been so eager to get her up here I’d dropped that thing. She hadn’t been keen, and who could blame her? I’d thought our evening would end then and there from the look on her face, so I’d decided to move things along a little.
Only it wasn’t me who’d moved things along, it was her, as it turned out. She’d probably go home and call one of the gossip sites on the net. If she’d done that there wasn’t a thing I could do. Her story would be all over the internet by lunchtime.
Fear shivered through me. Could I keep her here, call a lawyer and confess my stupidity, or maybe I should just run. Christ knew I had enough money not to worry where the next penthouse suite was coming from. That was the least of my worries. Becoming an idle fuck despised by everybody in the world was a very real possibility, and that brought me out in a cold sweat.
But my anger wasn’t gone. With her, because she’d deceived me so completely. With me because I really should have known better. But my romantic side had won through yet again and tripped me up. Cupid hated me, or whatever god made me fall for women so much and so completely.
Damage limitation. I could humiliate her, lose her job for her. But she was an intern, so maybe she’d volunteered at the museum in order to meet me. What a complete and utter swelled-headed bastard I sounded, even to myself.
I should just own up and deal with whatever shit flew my way after it hit the fan. Nothing else to do.
I went downstairs, found a piece of paper by the telephone, and composed a note.
I’ve gone to rehearsals. Please be out of the apartment when I get back. Thank you for your services last night, they were appreciated. The amount I left is an adequate tip. Tell Madame X I enjoyed her latest escort.
Polite, but laying it down like it is. She’d know she’d been rumbled. I counted out five hundred, more than enough for her night’s work. Then I paused and counted out another five. She might be happy with that. She’d been paid to go with Witley, and he was a notoriously bad tipper, so she could just cut her losses and get with the program. Keep her mouth shut.
Some hope of that when she could earn twenty more than the notes I laid on top of my note and the card on the nightstand.
I lifted my box, the one with my personal toys inside. The handcuffs rattled and I paused, waiting to see if she woke. But she was snoring gently now. I’d have thought it cute in different circumstances. I couldn’t bear to part with the things, so I’d had this box made, with a six digit combination lock. At least no curious hotel maid would find them. The handcuffs usually had their own velvet bag to muffle the sound when I moved them. People generally assumed I had gold chains or cufflinks inside, so a bit of noise made no mind.
My heart weighed heavy in my chest as I went downstairs, and quietly let myself out of the penthouse suite. I didn’t intend to go back.
Chapter Five
T he maid who came in my new room the next morning shrieked when she saw it was me. I sat up, grinned, and sent her out for some breakfast. Scrubbing at my hair, I yawned, got out of bed and showered. I’d managed to snag one of the ordinary rooms in the hotel, explaining to the desk clerk that I’d had an argument with my girlfriend and I didn’t want to sleep in the same suite as her. She’d been so sympathetic I’d almost felt guilty.
I put on the clothes I’d taken downstairs with me and checked out of the place. I didn’t want any reminders of last night. Anger still simmered through me. I couldn’t think straight, so I decided to walk to the theater. It was on 49th Street, about a mile away from my hotel. Usually I stepped straight into a cab, because people would stop me.
Nobody stopped me today. I called my assistant in LA on
My blood ran cold when I remembered the contract downstairs, the one that bound her not to talk to the media. Fuck, I’d been so eager to get her up here I’d dropped that thing. She hadn’t been keen, and who could blame her? I’d thought our evening would end then and there from the look on her face, so I’d decided to move things along a little.
Only it wasn’t me who’d moved things along, it was her, as it turned out. She’d probably go home and call one of the gossip sites on the net. If she’d done that there wasn’t a thing I could do. Her story would be all over the internet by lunchtime.
Fear shivered through me. Could I keep her here, call a lawyer and confess my stupidity, or maybe I should just run. Christ knew I had enough money not to worry where the next penthouse suite was coming from. That was the least of my worries. Becoming an idle fuck despised by everybody in the world was a very real possibility, and that brought me out in a cold sweat.
But my anger wasn’t gone. With her, because she’d deceived me so completely. With me because I really should have known better. But my romantic side had won through yet again and tripped me up. Cupid hated me, or whatever god made me fall for women so much and so completely.
Damage limitation. I could humiliate her, lose her job for her. But she was an intern, so maybe she’d volunteered at the museum in order to meet me. What a complete and utter swelled-headed bastard I sounded, even to myself.
I should just own up and deal with whatever shit flew my way after it hit the fan. Nothing else to do.
I went downstairs, found a piece of paper by the telephone, and composed a note.
I’ve gone to rehearsals. Please be out of the apartment when I get back. Thank you for your services last night, they were appreciated. The amount I left is an adequate tip. Tell Madame X I enjoyed her latest escort.
Polite, but laying it down like it is. She’d know she’d been rumbled. I counted out five hundred, more than enough for her night’s work. Then I paused and counted out another five. She might be happy with that. She’d been paid to go with Witley, and he was a notoriously bad tipper, so she could just cut her losses and get with the program. Keep her mouth shut.
Some hope of that when she could earn twenty more than the notes I laid on top of my note and the card on the nightstand.
I lifted my box, the one with my personal toys inside. The handcuffs rattled and I paused, waiting to see if she woke. But she was snoring gently now. I’d have thought it cute in different circumstances. I couldn’t bear to part with the things, so I’d had this box made, with a six digit combination lock. At least no curious hotel maid would find them. The handcuffs usually had their own velvet bag to muffle the sound when I moved them. People generally assumed I had gold chains or cufflinks inside, so a bit of noise made no mind.
My heart weighed heavy in my chest as I went downstairs, and quietly let myself out of the penthouse suite. I didn’t intend to go back.
Chapter Five
T he maid who came in my new room the next morning shrieked when she saw it was me. I sat up, grinned, and sent her out for some breakfast. Scrubbing at my hair, I yawned, got out of bed and showered. I’d managed to snag one of the ordinary rooms in the hotel, explaining to the desk clerk that I’d had an argument with my girlfriend and I didn’t want to sleep in the same suite as her. She’d been so sympathetic I’d almost felt guilty.
I put on the clothes I’d taken downstairs with me and checked out of the place. I didn’t want any reminders of last night. Anger still simmered through me. I couldn’t think straight, so I decided to walk to the theater. It was on 49th Street, about a mile away from my hotel. Usually I stepped straight into a cab, because people would stop me.
Nobody stopped me today. I called my assistant in LA on
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