breathe. Your face is turning red.”
“Just tell me…”
“She was not taking a bath.”
“Okay.” Max took a breath. “I couldn’t handle anything like that. You know that.”
“I know. However, Trixie is very beautiful as well.”
“That’s different. I’ve known her for eleven years.”
Antonio dialed the Sachem Suite. “Good evening, Miss Moon. This is Antonio. If it’s convenient, I would like to introduce you to another gentleman who’s here this weekend.”
“What’s she saying?”
“Thank you, Miss Moon. We’re just down the hall.” Antonio fitted the BlackBerry back into its holster. “She accepted. Stop fussing with your bowtie.”
Antonio stopped at the double doors of the Sachem Suite; nodded greetings to the security officer posted discreetly nearby, and pressed the bell. He turned and made the necessary adjustments to Max’s bowtie as the double doors to the suite clicked open and began to swing inward. The entryway to the suite was empty, the marble tile reflecting the mirror image of the hall chandelier. Antonio ushered Max into the room. Once they had entered the door began to swing closed.
First they saw a bare foot that seemed to barely rest upon the marble.
As the door moved, a bare leg was revealed.
The leg extended from beneath a towel.
The towel was wrapped around the body of Shannon Moon, whose shoulders glistened as vibrantly as the Cristal she swirled in her crystal flute.
She smiled at them. “Hey fellas.”
Max turned to Antonio, flabbergasted.
Antonio explained, simply, “Jacuzzi.”
Chapter Six
“Hey, I know who you are,” said the young actress, staring intently at Max.
Antonio was taken aback. “You know each other?”
Max’s cheeks were ablaze. “What?”
Shannon was smiling at him. “Everybody knows you…” She finally snapped her fingers. The sudden motion caused her towel to slip. She wrapped her arm around her breasts, pinning the towel in place. “The Lone Ranger!”
Antonio looked at Max.
Max’s head jerked backward. “Ah. Oh.”
Antonio casually outstretched his hand.
Max lifted the white Stetson off his head and shoved it towards Antonio. “The hat,” he said, smoothing down his hair with both hands, “for the tournament. They make us wear hats.” He sneered at the Stetson. “Big hats.”
“I’m Shannon .”
Antonio reached out and accepted her flute of champagne.
As she extended her hand to Max, the muscle of her bare shoulder moved.
“ Shannon ,” said Antonio. “This is Max Allen.”
“I’m Max.” It took his hand a long time to reach hers. Once there, it seemed unsure what to do.
She leaned forward. The tops of her breasts glowed in the overhead light. “I’m wet. Sorry.”
Max stared at her.
Antonio asked, “How was the champagne, Miss Moon?”
She raised Max’s hand overhead and ducked beneath it, doing a twirl. “It made me feel woozy! But it was yummy. Can we get a bottle to go with our dinner?”
“Of course, we’re well stocked.” Antonio’s BlackBerry buzzed on his hip. “Pardon me a moment.” He walked a discreet distance and checked the screen. The text was from Mark Ford:
Ang Wang trashed room. Prick is loose. Call asap .
Antonio turned to his guests. “I apologize, but I have to make a rather urgent call.”
Shannon tilted her head at him. “Bad news. I can tell. Is it about Ang Wang?”
“Who?” Max asked.
“Ang Wang is a paparazzo who has been giving Miss Moon a rather hard time of it, I’m afraid. Not to worry. We have the situation in hand.”
Shannon nodded. “Good enough. I trust you, Antonio.”
He bowed slightly. “And I vow never to lose that trust. I’ll just be over here if you need me.” He dialed the number and turned his back.
Shannon padded over to the
“Just tell me…”
“She was not taking a bath.”
“Okay.” Max took a breath. “I couldn’t handle anything like that. You know that.”
“I know. However, Trixie is very beautiful as well.”
“That’s different. I’ve known her for eleven years.”
Antonio dialed the Sachem Suite. “Good evening, Miss Moon. This is Antonio. If it’s convenient, I would like to introduce you to another gentleman who’s here this weekend.”
“What’s she saying?”
“Thank you, Miss Moon. We’re just down the hall.” Antonio fitted the BlackBerry back into its holster. “She accepted. Stop fussing with your bowtie.”
Antonio stopped at the double doors of the Sachem Suite; nodded greetings to the security officer posted discreetly nearby, and pressed the bell. He turned and made the necessary adjustments to Max’s bowtie as the double doors to the suite clicked open and began to swing inward. The entryway to the suite was empty, the marble tile reflecting the mirror image of the hall chandelier. Antonio ushered Max into the room. Once they had entered the door began to swing closed.
First they saw a bare foot that seemed to barely rest upon the marble.
As the door moved, a bare leg was revealed.
The leg extended from beneath a towel.
The towel was wrapped around the body of Shannon Moon, whose shoulders glistened as vibrantly as the Cristal she swirled in her crystal flute.
She smiled at them. “Hey fellas.”
Max turned to Antonio, flabbergasted.
Antonio explained, simply, “Jacuzzi.”
Chapter Six
“Hey, I know who you are,” said the young actress, staring intently at Max.
Antonio was taken aback. “You know each other?”
Max’s cheeks were ablaze. “What?”
Shannon was smiling at him. “Everybody knows you…” She finally snapped her fingers. The sudden motion caused her towel to slip. She wrapped her arm around her breasts, pinning the towel in place. “The Lone Ranger!”
Antonio looked at Max.
Max’s head jerked backward. “Ah. Oh.”
Antonio casually outstretched his hand.
Max lifted the white Stetson off his head and shoved it towards Antonio. “The hat,” he said, smoothing down his hair with both hands, “for the tournament. They make us wear hats.” He sneered at the Stetson. “Big hats.”
“I’m Shannon .”
Antonio reached out and accepted her flute of champagne.
As she extended her hand to Max, the muscle of her bare shoulder moved.
“ Shannon ,” said Antonio. “This is Max Allen.”
“I’m Max.” It took his hand a long time to reach hers. Once there, it seemed unsure what to do.
She leaned forward. The tops of her breasts glowed in the overhead light. “I’m wet. Sorry.”
Max stared at her.
Antonio asked, “How was the champagne, Miss Moon?”
She raised Max’s hand overhead and ducked beneath it, doing a twirl. “It made me feel woozy! But it was yummy. Can we get a bottle to go with our dinner?”
“Of course, we’re well stocked.” Antonio’s BlackBerry buzzed on his hip. “Pardon me a moment.” He walked a discreet distance and checked the screen. The text was from Mark Ford:
Ang Wang trashed room. Prick is loose. Call asap .
Antonio turned to his guests. “I apologize, but I have to make a rather urgent call.”
Shannon tilted her head at him. “Bad news. I can tell. Is it about Ang Wang?”
“Who?” Max asked.
“Ang Wang is a paparazzo who has been giving Miss Moon a rather hard time of it, I’m afraid. Not to worry. We have the situation in hand.”
Shannon nodded. “Good enough. I trust you, Antonio.”
He bowed slightly. “And I vow never to lose that trust. I’ll just be over here if you need me.” He dialed the number and turned his back.
Shannon padded over to the
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