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the addition of Anastasia to
their group, pretending he hadn’t known she was with them.
This was the beginning of
Aaron’s misgivings and suspicions related to Kramer. As he read Kramer’s mind
he learned they had been watched closely for the last 24 hours, and Kramer had
a special interest in Michelle. He didn’t like the idea of being surveilled
and the stalker-like ulterior motives behind it. These things alone were not
really major issues, many men would go to extraordinary lengths to get to
Michelle. The elusive quality of Kramer’s mind bothered him. The hint of
something nefarious beneath the surface eluded him. Kramer’s thoughts centered
on Michelle and what he wanted to do with her, what he wanted her to do to him.
I’m gonna have to get used
to men and their foolish endeavors to get near Michelle. She inspires extreme
behavior among the cattle. The
predator within recognized something Aaron hadn’t picked up on. The predator
had an itch to smash Kramer’s smooth smiling face to a pulp. He suppressed the
urge.
He continued focusing on
Kramer’s thoughts. Kramer envied Aaron’s inexplicable connection to these two
glamorous women dressed in the latest designer fashions, and it irritated him.
What qualities did Aaron possess that allowed him to be graced with these
women’s affections? In his eyes Aaron’s youth disqualified him from playing
the high roller ticket. Aaron wasn’t famous, no obvious relation to the
girls. Aaron must be spending enormous wads of cash, and therefore both women
were high class escorts. Since he’d never seen or heard of them till recently,
they must be new working girls in town. Kramer made it his business to know
the more glamorous Vegas escorts.
Kramer’s primary vice were
women. He couldn’t get enough of them. He didn’t particularly care for drink
or drugs or any of the other commonly abused substances. Kramer filled his cup
with beautiful women, and of that he drank to excess. Without mistake,
Michelle was his focus, a goal to be attained. He addressed her first.
“Hello ladies, Mr. Pilan,
nice to meet you. I’m always interested in meeting beautiful women.” He
kissed the girls’ hands in a kinda-formal-sorta-creepy gesture. “I work in
administration and security here at Caesar’s Palace. On behalf of the hotel
I’d like to personally welcome you and attend to any special requests you may
have. We like to accommodate our VIP guests any way we can.”
Kramer sat down with them at
a corner booth in a quiet private area of the restaurant, and the waitress
attended them immediately. He suggested, “Order what you like, it’s on the
house. I recommend the martinis, my personal favorite, and the Chilean sea
bass or the prime rib, they’re both exquisite.”
Ana took a breath to speak
when Aaron ordered for her. “She’ll have the prime rib, a medium-well cut with
the baked potato and a glass of merlot.” Ana stared with her jaw open in awe.
He’d ordered everything she wanted, exactly as she wanted it.
Kramer smiled at her. “He
must know you very well.”
Ana couldn’t speak except to
nod her head yes. It occurred to her that this telepathic thing was
pretty damn cool after all. To be understood on this level was simply
wonderful.
He focused on Kramer, boring
into him with an intent gaze. “Is this normal? Hotel management sits down to
eat a meal with guests one-on-one?”
“Well, we do this from time
to time. Your winnings have been significant here in our casino. We wanted to
extend a special invitation. There will be a group VIP party tomorrow night.
Of course, you’re invited, all of you.”
Aaron read Kramer’s curiosity
as he caught a glimpse of the steel beneath Aaron’s boyish exterior. Kramer
suspected there was a bit more to Aaron Pilan than met the eye. He began to
wonder if Demarco’s suspicions were correct. Maybe there was
their group, pretending he hadn’t known she was with them.
This was the beginning of
Aaron’s misgivings and suspicions related to Kramer. As he read Kramer’s mind
he learned they had been watched closely for the last 24 hours, and Kramer had
a special interest in Michelle. He didn’t like the idea of being surveilled
and the stalker-like ulterior motives behind it. These things alone were not
really major issues, many men would go to extraordinary lengths to get to
Michelle. The elusive quality of Kramer’s mind bothered him. The hint of
something nefarious beneath the surface eluded him. Kramer’s thoughts centered
on Michelle and what he wanted to do with her, what he wanted her to do to him.
I’m gonna have to get used
to men and their foolish endeavors to get near Michelle. She inspires extreme
behavior among the cattle. The
predator within recognized something Aaron hadn’t picked up on. The predator
had an itch to smash Kramer’s smooth smiling face to a pulp. He suppressed the
urge.
He continued focusing on
Kramer’s thoughts. Kramer envied Aaron’s inexplicable connection to these two
glamorous women dressed in the latest designer fashions, and it irritated him.
What qualities did Aaron possess that allowed him to be graced with these
women’s affections? In his eyes Aaron’s youth disqualified him from playing
the high roller ticket. Aaron wasn’t famous, no obvious relation to the
girls. Aaron must be spending enormous wads of cash, and therefore both women
were high class escorts. Since he’d never seen or heard of them till recently,
they must be new working girls in town. Kramer made it his business to know
the more glamorous Vegas escorts.
Kramer’s primary vice were
women. He couldn’t get enough of them. He didn’t particularly care for drink
or drugs or any of the other commonly abused substances. Kramer filled his cup
with beautiful women, and of that he drank to excess. Without mistake,
Michelle was his focus, a goal to be attained. He addressed her first.
“Hello ladies, Mr. Pilan,
nice to meet you. I’m always interested in meeting beautiful women.” He
kissed the girls’ hands in a kinda-formal-sorta-creepy gesture. “I work in
administration and security here at Caesar’s Palace. On behalf of the hotel
I’d like to personally welcome you and attend to any special requests you may
have. We like to accommodate our VIP guests any way we can.”
Kramer sat down with them at
a corner booth in a quiet private area of the restaurant, and the waitress
attended them immediately. He suggested, “Order what you like, it’s on the
house. I recommend the martinis, my personal favorite, and the Chilean sea
bass or the prime rib, they’re both exquisite.”
Ana took a breath to speak
when Aaron ordered for her. “She’ll have the prime rib, a medium-well cut with
the baked potato and a glass of merlot.” Ana stared with her jaw open in awe.
He’d ordered everything she wanted, exactly as she wanted it.
Kramer smiled at her. “He
must know you very well.”
Ana couldn’t speak except to
nod her head yes. It occurred to her that this telepathic thing was
pretty damn cool after all. To be understood on this level was simply
wonderful.
He focused on Kramer, boring
into him with an intent gaze. “Is this normal? Hotel management sits down to
eat a meal with guests one-on-one?”
“Well, we do this from time
to time. Your winnings have been significant here in our casino. We wanted to
extend a special invitation. There will be a group VIP party tomorrow night.
Of course, you’re invited, all of you.”
Aaron read Kramer’s curiosity
as he caught a glimpse of the steel beneath Aaron’s boyish exterior. Kramer
suspected there was a bit more to Aaron Pilan than met the eye. He began to
wonder if Demarco’s suspicions were correct. Maybe there was
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