Unforgettable (24 page)

Some men are like wild bull rides, I
thought, and some are like warm overcoats. David was definitely the
coat. A very nice coat.

We kissed, a long surprising
kiss.

“
Jack called. Told me there
was a woman murdered. You knew her. I’m so sorry.”

“
Thanks.”

“
I have a plane, you
know.”

“
You have a plane? I barely
have a steering wheel.”

He laughed.

“
One phone call and we could
be on our way. London. Paris. Athens. Rio. Milan. You name it. He
certainly can’t find you there.”

“
You’re serious, aren’t
you?”

“
I haven’t stopped thinking
about Saturday night. I’m all yours, my dear. Whatever you want
I’ll make happen.”

“
What if I wanted a pink
sky?”

“
Rose colored
glasses.”

“
Have dinner with the
President.”

“
Done.”

“
A designer dress to match
my eyes.”

“
No problem.”

“
In two days.”

“
Easy.”

I laughed. “And what could I do for
you? Me with barely a steering wheel?”

“
Go away with me.
Now.”

I shook my head.

A regal looking Jack, decked out in his
gladiator outfit, lumbered over to us. I moved a step away from
David.

“
Jack! You look great!”
David said, grinning. “I think I’ll wear a cuirass to my next
investor’s meeting. You’ll make the cover of GQ.”

Jack was mad, looking at me and then
David.

“
Oh my God, here comes
trouble,” I said looking over his shoulder.

John Black stormed over to
us.

“
I want this bitch out of
here,” he said in a loud whisper. “I see you’re paying her now,
David. Good tits, right? Top figure ass. She blow good, too? I’m
sure you can afford her.”

Jack swung at him but missed, losing
his balance.

“
You’re fired,” David said
calmly. “I’ve been wanting to fire you since we began this project.
You’re a slimy, bottom feeder. You leave a trail of stench and
filth everywhere you go. Now get off the set and don’t come
back.”

“
David, hey, I’m sorry about
that comment. She’s great. Real class act. I’m just a little
irritable since she
glued my dick to a
piece of wood
. And the whole camp is
laughing.

“
But..I can adjust. Sorry,
huh? Let’s get moving, huh, Jack? All professionals here. This
weather is not cooperating.” He laughed nervously.

“
This has nothing to do with
Sam. It has to do with you and what a jack ass you are. Get out of
here before I call some big, scary men with guns to throw you
out.”

John stormed away, slid in the mud and
fell.

David walked onto the set.

“
Kelly, Kelly!”

She ran up to him.

“
Can you handle the rest of
the day?”

She nodded.

The crew was dead silent.

“
Tell everyone we’re closed
down after today until I can get a new director.”

I gave David his coat back. I tried to
slink away. I hid out in the car, angry, humiliated, ready to
explode. Tears kept sneaking down my cheeks.

Fritz opened the opposite door and slid
in next to me.

“
Ding, dong, the dick is
dead.”

“
Yeah.”

“
Those do not seem to be
tears of joy.”

“
Once again I looked like a
whore. Now David’s whore.”

“
You know, and I’m not
saying you’re a whore for God’s sakes, but we are all whores if you
look at it that way. We perform a service. Someone pays us. If we
do it well we get paid more. That’s how life works.”

I shook my head and stared out the
window.

“
Life is so confusing. I’ve
spent two nights with Jack now, which I’m sure the whole house
knows, and then David walks up and…confusing.”

“
Not if you don’t want it to
be. You love Jack. You always have. And he’s bloody mad about you.
You need to spend some time with Jack. Alone. Maybe cook dinner for
him. Something quiet. You can talk.”

“
Still scares me, Fritz.
Don’t want it to.”

He leaned over and kissed me then
slipped his hand between my legs.

“
Feels good?”

I nodded, moaning.

“
That’s all. It’s supposed
to feel good. Spend time with Jack. You’re making great progress. I
would give you a million bucks to sleep with you. Even though
I’m…you know with Dennington… the offer still stands. Now I’m going
to leave and get us some lunch, before I rip your clothes off.” He
winked and got out.

Ted was pacing next to a
swimming pool with dolphins. “This is a mistake. I knew it. She
chose Mr. Hollywood and there’s going to be nothing but trouble.
David or Fritz… they just love her. This Jack… he just wants to own
her.”

“
He loves her. You’ll
see.”

“
You’re too trusting, just
like she is. I’m telling you…”

I tried to catch my breath and calm
down after Fritz’ fly-by seducing. The rain stopped.

Jack was in the middle of the field,
standing without the crutches, making a loud, passionate speech to
a large group of men dressed like peasants.

I wandered about, feeling lost. I saw
Roger on a horse, riding around the grounds. If Jack and Fritz
hadn’t been in the picture I definitely would have gone out with
Roger.

He had his tee shirt off and he was
solid, gorgeous, lickable muscle. I leaned against a fence and
waited for him to ride by me.

He held his hand down to me.

“
Come on, let’s go for a
ride.” He was watching around me particularly the distant
trees.

He pulled me up without straining an
eyelash. I was amazed at how tall the horse was.

“
I’ve never been on a
horse.”

“
Scared?”

“
Yeah. They’re
huge.”

“
Don’t be. I’ve got you,
I’ll go slow. I like to go slow,” he nibbled on my neck.

What was it with men today? David.
Fritz. And now Roger. Must be some sort of pollen in this country
air.

“
I need to go to the grocery
store.”

“
No way. Tell Sarah what you
want and she’ll get it for you.”

“
Why?”

“
Strict orders from
Silverman.”

“
Just a little run to the
store?”

He held me tighter, slipping his hands
lower. I couldn’t help but lean back into him.

“
You shouldn’t even be out
here in the open. I would not be surprised if Welsh is here,
watching. If he’d just wanted you dead he would have shot you by
now.”

He called Sarah and handed me the
phone.

I gave her a list and hung
up.

“
You’re cooking? Am I
invited?” he laughed. “Damn, Jack is a lucky man. You ever need a
warm bed at night, just call me. You need to give up on these old
dudes and have some fresh, exceedingly hard flesh.” He gave me a
hard thrust.

His phone rang. “Oh. Right on cue. His
majesty is looking for you. He can get so bitchy.”

He nudged the horse and it galloped,
scaring me. I held him tighter and he laughed.

Jack was waiting by one of the tents
looking irritated. Roger put me down. I did a Jerry Lewis dance
trying to find the ground.

“
Put your shirt on. You’re
making the rest of us look bad.”

“
That’s the idea,” he
laughed and rode out to a line of trees across the
field.

Jack glanced at the area.

“
I thought you might like to
go out tonight,” he glanced at my wrist. I’d taken the bracelet
off.

“
Roger said I couldn’t even
go to the store. I was thinking that perhaps we could eat in and I
could cook for you.”

He smiled. “You’ve never cooked for me
before.”

“
You have that love lust in
your eyes again.”

“
Yes I do.”

“
Good,” I whispered and
kissed him.

Sarah was gone when Roger brought me
back but she left me a note telling me where everything
was.

I turned the music on and made my
chicken with mushrooms in wine sauce and wild rice. Then I made
double decadent brownies. I had been craving brownies all
day.

At seven thirty Jack came in. Roger and
Fritz were gone.

“
Roger’s taking a nap. He’s
been staying here twenty-four seven, you know, and Fritz
is…”

“
Dennington.”

“
Right.”

“
You look so
tired.”

He put his crutches down and walked to
me, putting his arms around me.

“
I’m tired and I’m starving
and I want you more than I want air. You’d better feed me soon or
your clothes are coming off.”

“
Dining room.”

We ate in the huge room in the soft
glow of candlelight.

“
Are you sure Sarah didn’t
make this?”

“
This is my meal I used to
cook when I knew the guy was becoming bedroom serious.”

“’
Bedroom serious.’ Now
there’s a term I like.”

I sat on his lap and we fed each other
brownies and drank more wine.

He picked me up and carried me to the
den.

“
I have to do
dishes.”

He shook his head and dropped me on the
bed. His clothes were off in seconds.

The fear was starting to set in even
though I was fighting it.

He undressed me quickly,
skillfully.

“
Look in my eyes, stay here
with me. You’re safe.”

I wrapped my legs around
him.

He kissed me, hard and wild, his mouth
wandering down my neck to my breasts.
“Let it out, Sam. Let all that heat and desire out. I love
you…”

“
Hey, sorry to break this up
folks.”

It was Roger standing at the door
grinning.

“
Get out of here!” I yelled,
trying, with no success, to find a corner of the sheet to hide
under.

“
Sorry. Thought you’d want
to know Silverman just pulled up.”

“
Son of a bitch!” Jack
pulled his pants on.

“
Roger, turn around, I’ve
got to get my clothes on. Goddammit!”

Jack barked, “Roger, turn
around.”

Roger did a three-sixty, tap danced
with jazz hands, and grinned.

“
She started her period,”
Roger said. “There goes any romancing for a week, boss. Five days.
Maybe four if you’re lucky. At least that’s how my girlfriend
is.”

“
Right,” said Fritz,
standing in the kitchen doorway laughing at Jack.

I sat with my back to them.

“
If you need any help, Sam,”
Fritz offered, clearing his throat.

“
What’s up?” Silverman asked
suddenly standing next to Roger. “Other than Roger.”

“
She started her period,”
Roger said. “Little blood on the panties.”

“
Very observant.” Silverman
nodded. “Too bad, Jack. At least we know she’s not…”

“
Would you all just stop!” I
yelled at them, stood, grabbed my skirt and pulled it on and then
my shirt. I stomped into the dining room.

I had to have a brownie. The world
could blow up but I was eating these sonofabitchen
brownies.

They followed me. Silverman reached for
a brownie.

“
Touch these and die,” I
growled at him.

He laughed. “I saw
the
Exorcist
three
times and, hey, I believe you. Especially after you glued that
guy’s weenie to a ruler, honey, I
believe
you. Everyone in the office
appreciated that one. Whole side of you I didn’t
expect.”

I stared at him in
disbelief.

“
How?”

“
My job. But, I
am
here for a reason, and
it’s obviously not brownies,” said Silverman. “This arrived at my
office, with my name on it, a couple of hours ago. I was so touched
that he knew my name. He must be a fan.”

He pulled an envelope out of a large
plastic bag. Inside were long range pictures of Sarah standing by
the pool.

“
He wrote us a nice little
note, too. He’s a thoughtful psychopath. Kind of let us know his
emotions, thoughts at the time, few select ramblings about his
friend, Satan. His grammar is excellent, nice style, don’t you
think?” He passed it around.

Pure blood. I have not
tasted pure blood. Unborn. Warm, sweet blood. I offer this child to
Satan, my lord, my master. Sam, my Lilith, my bride, you will be in
my arms soon. I will taste you, reach deep inside you, please my
loins. R