Dancing in the Dark (Curves for the Rock Star 4 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) by Clare Cole Page A

at
the size on that chandelier."
    I slapped
Rick's arm. "I don't give a shit about the chandelier. Can you just
keep an eye out for your crazy ex-girlfriend, please?"
    We stood in the
lobby of the Los Angeles Continental Hotel, waiting to be checked
in so we could get to our room and lock the door as quickly as
possible. We would have to stay here overnight, waiting for the
all-clear to go back to our apartment in the morning.
    "Excuse me,"
Rick asked, leaning over the hotel's marble counter. "How much does
something like that cost? Must be an arm and a leg, right?"
    I turned to him
and glared, quietly seething.
    "It's very
expensive, Sir," the manager replied with a grin. "Certainly in the
region of several hundred thousand dollars."
    "Wow. I figured
as much. Really sparkly, huh? Nice how it catches the light." I
jabbed an elbow into his ribs. "Ow! Careful, I bruise easily you
know."
    "I'll bruise
more than your ribs if you’re not careful. Can you just concentrate
for more than thirty seconds, please?"
    "Fine, fine. I
was just admiring the decor, that's all." Rick leaned in to the
manager again. "Excuse my voluptuous but slightly jittery
girlfriend. At least I appreciate your hotel's design
aesthetic."
    “Hmm. Thank
you, sir. The penthouse is ready for you now. Enjoy your stay.”
    As we headed up
the hotel’s lavish staircase, I kept my wits about me. I was
looking for an indication, any sort of sign that Louisa may have
been lurking somewhere in the hotel. Instinct kicked in and I found
myself naturally on edge, even though every ounce of common sense I
had kept telling me that there was no way she was there. It was
illogical, completely irrational. And yet, somehow, I couldn’t
fully relax.
    Rick inserted
our key card into the penthouse door and it opened with a clunk. I
almost jumped out of my skin as my phone began to ring. “Oh God,
that scared the life out of me. It’s just Karen from the record
company.”
    “Hey, Amy, are
you and Rick both okay?”
    “Yes, we’re
fine. We’ve just landed in LA and are booked into the hotel now.
Any news?”
    “Plenty. First
things first. We’ve been able to confirm with the police back in
France that they’ve arrested somebody for breaking in to the house.
Just some local teenager, a petty thief. It appears that somebody –
and we’ll assume that somebody is Louisa – contacted him over the
Internet and sent two hundred and fifty euros to his PayPal account
in order to give you both a scare. So, it appears that Louisa was
never in France after all.”
    I didn’t know
whether to be relieved or not. “So if she’s not there, then where
is she?”
    “Well, we’ve
spoken to the police this end and it appears that she never left
the US. Her passport is expired anyway. But that’s not helping us
very much.”
    “Why not?”
    “Her doctor has
told us that she hasn’t picked up her latest prescription. If
that’s the case, she’s almost certainly off her medication and,
just to complicate things further, there is no sign of her at home.
Neighbours haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. Sorry to break it
to you, Amy, but right now we don’t know where she is.”
    I felt the
hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Be honest with me, Karen,
are we in danger?”
    “Look, it’s not
ideal. We all know that. But the police are on the lookout for her
and you’re in a pretty secure place right now. Just keep your wits
about you, okay?”
    “Okay. Thanks,
Karen,” I nervously replied.
    “No problem.
Hang in there, Amy. Oh, and keep that sexy rock god of yours under
control, okay? Anywhere with room service and a mini bar is just
asking for trouble.”
    I hung up and
turned to look at Rick. “Good news?” he smiled.
    “Not
really.”
    “Let me guess,
she’s nowhere to be found and hasn’t taken her meds. Am I
warm?”
    “How did you
know that?”
    “Because she
used to do it all the time. She’d disappear for days, weeks
sometimes. She’d turn up out of