The Blue Room Vol. 2: The Blue Room Series by Kailin Gow Read Free Book Online Page B

– clearly not him, then.
                And
then I see him. The only man in the restaurant dining alone.
                He's
got grey hair, brushed back. He's wearing an outrageously expensive suit. He
must be about seventy, I think, with a shock. At the table next to him, two
burly men in dark suits are watching him like lions. They're not eating, just
drinking water. His bodyguards, I wonder?
                Without
meaning to, I down my drink.
                How
am I supposed to deal with a seventy-year-old? All the dirty talk I've come up
with in advance would probably give him a heart attack. I wave, shyly,
practically hiding under the bar, but he doesn't see me.
                The
combined effects of the Valium and the cocktail help slightly, but nervous
questions still run through my head. He looks up at me, gives me a funny smile.
I wonder what he's thinking. Is he imagining what it will be like to have me,
in bed, at this very moment? The idea makes me sick – terrified in a way I
didn't know I could feel.
                I
walk towards him, my empty drink glass trailing uselessly in my hand.
                “Hi...”
I barely get the words out. “I'm Sta...” A hand seizes my wrist, turning me
around so swiftly I barely register who it is
                “Sorry,
Mr. S. She got confused and lost her way.”
                It's
Terrence Blue.
                Interfering,
once again.
                Looking
at me with the wickedest, sexiest stare I've ever seen.
     

 
    Chapter 7
     
     
                I look up at Terrence in shock, disbelief. How
many times is Terrence going to try to interfere with the job I'm trying to do?
Anger flashes through me. How am I supposed to work at the Blue Room – working for Terrence, I might add – if he doesn't let me go on a single assignment?
Does he really think I'm some innocent, some blushing virgin, he needs to
protect from the cold hard reality of this business? Doesn't he know that I'm
just as strong, just as jaded, as he is? Maybe more so.
                There's
a part of me that's almost flattered by his attentions, by his desire to keep
me all to himself. But that desire is drowned in anger – an anger that turns to
rage. How am I ever supposed to find out the truth about what happened to Rita
and Roz if I can't do my job?
                The
Valium and the alcohol are taking effect, making my response slower than it
otherwise might have been. I'm all the way at the bar – Terrence dragging me by
the arm – before I can speak again.
                “What
are you doing?”
                “You.
A favor.”
                “By
taking away my work?”
                “That's
not your work.”
                “I
don't understand. I thought you were going to leave me alone.” My voice gets
higher. “You said you were going to leave me alone.”
                “And
I am. But that's...let's just say you're not his type.”
                Now
I'm angry. I've spent two hours getting tweezed and plucked so that I can be Mr. S's type – only to find out I'm still not good enough? That really
takes the cake.
                “Look,”
I'm getting angry now. “What do you want from me? I've done everything Mrs.
Walters asked and more. I've let her tear my scalp out, practically, to get
this hair. I've let her pour me into this dress that's so tight I can barely
breathe, let alone move. And you're about to tell me that I'm still not femme
fatale enough for Mr. S.?”
                I'm
getting angry now.
                “It's
not that, Staci...”
                He
has the bartender bring us two more Blue Moons.
                “I
can't believe you, Terrence! If you want me all to yourself, just say so. But
you can't keep sabotaging my