The Blue Room Vol. 2: The Blue Room Series (6 page)

            “But
the question, Staci, is – what do you want?”

            My
body answers before my mind does.

            I
want the truth. I want to get close to him. I want to find out what the “pain”
he's caused is, and whether it has anything to do with Roz's death, or with
Rita's disappearance. I want to find out the secrets of the Blue Room.

            But
that's not what I say.

            What
I say is the truth.

            “I
want you to make love to me now.”

Chapter 8

           
T
he moment I am no longer a virgin, nothing
much changes. I am still the same person, the same
me
– the same body,
experiencing a slight shudder of pain and then a wave of pleasure as he entered
me.

            A
part of me is almost amused by this fact. All this fuss, I think – over whether
I was a
technical
virgin or not, whether I'd had
this kind
of sex
– did men really pay thousands of dollars in premium for such a particular kind
of pain? And really – nothing much had changed.

            But
the thought soon leaves me. Soon, my thoughts are obliterated entirely by the
pleasure I am experiencing.

            Mr.
X. is an expert lover. He is gentle with me, at the beginning – tender. He
makes sure that the pain I am at first experiencing when he enters me is
manageable; he goes slowly, making sure I am aroused beforehand before plunging
into me. Once the pain is gone, however, once I begin to moan with pleasure
once again, the gentleness gives way to a rougher passion. His thrusts become
quicker; his nails dig into my back so deeply in the intensity of his grip,
punctuating the waves of ecstasy with pain I enjoy – I've never known pain
could be this arousing before. He thrusts into me faster and faster, deeper and
deeper, each move of his perfectly formed body increasing in intensity. He
lifts my legs above his shoulders so that he can drive deeper into me, filling
me completely – leading me into a depth of pleasure I had never before
experienced.

            Everything
I had ever done with Terrence, everything I had ever experimented with,
everything I'd ever tried – has only led up to this, this moment, this
connection. This beautiful emotional and downright hotly intense connection
like I was one with this man.

            I
tell myself that this isn't real. That this is the Blue Room. That this is all
in the service of a greater mystery. I'm not a prostitute, not a lover; I'm a
detective, undercover investigator…

            But
somehow, despite this, I feel a genuine connection with Mr. X. He'd trusted me
with something. Now I want to trust him. I feel so close to him. Maybe it's
just the adrenaline; I think maybe it's just the endorphins. Or maybe there
really is something to the old truism that sex brings people closer – at least
temporarily.

            We
come together, at the same moment, crying out words that made no sense. If I
had known his real name, I would have cried it out. Instead, I’m so overwhelmed
with pleasure and passion, the feeling of intimacy with him, I have tears rolling
down my eyes. Happy tears.

            It
is so easy to pretend. That I wasn't a prostitute. That this man wasn't my
john. That We were lovers – a couple that had met while flirting in the gym,
that had fallen for each other. That had decided to have sex.

            His
phone rings, and he rises to take it. He goes outside onto the balcony, fully
naked, and I smile as I watch him cross the room from behind: his sleek
muscular backside as perfectly formed as his front. He’s so beautiful. The dawn
is just cresting across the horizon, and I ache for him to take me again,
hungry for
him.

            “I'm
sorry, love,” he says to me. “I've got an important business meeting ahead. As
much as I'd love to stay.”

            He
reaches inside the bedside table and gives me an envelope.

            “Oh...”

            I
feel the bills inside. More money than I've ever seen in my life.

            But
proof that this is business, after all.

            “I
thought this one was on the house,” I say.

            He
smiles. “I was wondering about that...was that your idea?”

            “Yes,”
I said. “I'd heard about you. I wanted you to come back to the Blue Room.”

            “Scrappy,”
he says. “Brave. I have to admit – I was curious about you – even before I knew
you were
you
, based on that. But...” he sighs “I can't take you up on
your kind offer. I think it's better if things are...open. Honest. In the
future I'll pay you beforehand.”

            I
feel almost disappointed as I take the money.

            “Maybe
you think it ruins the fantasy?” He smiles and kisses my fingers. “I don't. I
think money means we can be honest with each other in a way most normal people
can only dream of. Because our arrangement is just ours.” He kisses me so
deeply, so passionately, that any doubts I have to the sincerity of his desire
for me are lost.

            “I'm
going to take a shower,” he says. “You can have the room as long as you want.”

            I
watch him go. My body misses his.

            I
sit for a while, recovering from the pleasure that Mr. X. has given me.

            His
phone rings again. Instinctively, I reach out for it.

            Then
I see the name flashing across the screen.

            RITA
MALONE.

            My
heart stops.

           
Rita's
alive.

           
All
my feelings vanish in a single instant. I no longer care about Mr. X., about my
body, about my pleasure. All I care about is the truth.

            For
a moment I think I'll grab it, take the number. My hands are shaking.

            Then
Mr. X. comes back out.

            I
drop the phone. I'm all smiles.

           
Who
is this man, really? And how many mysteries does he hold?

           
His
body still can take my breath away.

            As
he dresses – in jeans and a clean white T-shirt – I allow my eyes to linger on
his form.

           
Who
are you, Mr. X?

            And
how can you make me feel this way?

           
He
takes his phone and slips it in his jeans pocket.

            I
try not to let my disappointment show.

           
“I'm
going to book you again tonight,” he says, kissing me lightly on the lips.
“There's so much more I can make you feel.”

            The
thought makes me dizzy with desire. But the moment he's gone, I'm on my feet –
searching his suite, searching for a sign, a clue,

            But
there's nothing there. No ID, no passport, nothing that gives me any clue to
who Mr. X. might really be.

            Then
I find it. At the bottom of a stack of Yellow Pages in the bottom of his
closet, a book unlike all the others.

           
Advance
Medical Studies.

           
A
required medical school textbook.

            My
fingers are trembling as I open the first page.

           
Rita
Malone.

           
Beneath
it, a doodle. I recognize it well – Rita was prone to drawings. She used to
love to sketch, to doodle – to hide hidden messages and codes. She used to make
grocery lists like that in our own place – challenging me to figure out what
she wanted me to buy. A secret joke between us.

            And
this is more than just a drawing. It's a series of dots – at first, it looks
like domino sides. Ten dominoes. But one of the dominoes has nine dots.

            And
then I realize.

           
Ten
dominoes. Ten digits in a telephone number.

            The
first three – a Malibu area code.

            Then
seven more.

            My
hands are shaking as I dial the number.

            When
I hear her voice, it's like my heart stops.

            “Hello?”

            “Rita?”

            There
are tears streaming down my face.

            She's
alive.

*****

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Barely Legal

June
30, 2014

For
Laura Turner, helping others had been her way of coping and forgetting a past
so painful, she had to hide it from the ones she loved or risk going insane.
Helping her best friend Serena Singleton start a new life free from a dark
past, made her feel she was helping herself move forward.

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whose family ran in the same circle as billionaire composer Sebastian Sorensen
and lived a life many would envy, had secrets of her own, and it had been years
since she’d lived free of the same addiction that consumed her friend Serena.

When
Laura moved to Los Angeles to work at a law firm who hired her to start even
without her passing the bar, she meets the mysterious and sexy Peter Townshend,
whose irresistible charm and take charge personality brings out a part of her
she had hidden for years. Hidden behind a wall of secrets and giving her his
orders, she only has his seductive voice to guide her to do his bidding. He
knows all her buttons. He knows all about her.

He
knows she’s been a bad girl.

It
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in a while. Even good girls have addictions that make them do bad things. Very
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