by Morgan Black
“Monique?” The gorgeous black girl from earlier? Shit.
"Yes. She's one of the best. She knows exactly how to make the buyers happy and she’ll teach you her ways. You will listen to everything she says, and do exactly as she says. She’ll meet with you tomorrow morning after your date.” She passed me a business card with Monique’s name and phone number.
I sighed. “Got it.”
She passed the judge’s card back to me, "There’s clothes for you upstairs in the dressing room, I believe you were up there earlier with Jessica. Change into something appropriate for dinner and go to this room at the Roosevelt." She scribbled down a number on a pad.
"Do I take a cab?" I realized that it probably didn't have enough money for the fare.
She shook her head and smiled, "Oh darling the girls here don't take cabs. We'll have a town car drive you. You will go there and you will wait for him, he'll pick you up for dinner probably an hour. I'll call him to make the arrangements. And don't be nervous, they can always smell fear on a first date."
I held a small piece of white paper in my hands with the number 421 written on it. I sat waiting for further instructions.
"Sweetheart you need to get moving if you're going to get there on time. Go.” She commanded.
I nodded and exited quickly out the way I came.
I attempted to walk back through the club unnoticed but when I turned to look at the far table I saw that the judge was gone. I stood there for a moment wondering if he already left to meet me, or if the date was no longer happening. As I stood in the middle of the club probably looking very confused Hudson approached me.
"So I was considering giving you my card." He had his left hand in his pocket and the other holding his glass.
"That's a shame." I tried to channel my attitude from before. It seemed to intrigue him. And as cocky as he was, I wanted to peak his interest.
He cocked his head at me, "Why?"
I smiled, "Because I've already accepted another card for the evening. I told you earlier Hudson I'd already made my choice. Perhaps another time."
He took his finger and drug it along my forearm. He leaned into me and whispered, "I will have you." As he pulled away I stared into his deep brown eyes and I felt myself falling into them. But I didn't have time for Hudson and his tricks, I had a date to get to. I pushed past him and walked up the stairs back into the dressing room where I found an outfit laid out at a makeup station with my name written on it. They worked fast. I changed quickly into the red dress that they had picked for me. It went to above my knee and wasn't what I would call overly sexy, more of a classy look. I grabbed my coat from the closet and ran out to the front doors where a black town car was already waiting for me. The driver held the door open for me and closed it after he helped me in. He began driving without me even telling him the address. This business was a well-oiled machine and I had just become one of its newest gears.
4
When I arrived at the Roosevelt I approached the front desk with my coat over my arm. I wanted to look comfortable yet confident, like I belonged there. I had never been in a hotel this nice before. The marble floor and matching columns had probably cost a fortune. And there was a bellhop at every turn. Twice I was asked if I needed assistance with my coat. I clutched it like it was the last thing I owned, it was the only piece of my own life that I was carrying with me. I was in the club’s clothes all the way down to my underwear, nothing of my own besides my coat and my purse had remained with me. I was a completely new person, someone just playing a part.
“Room 421 please.” I said to the man behind the counter.
“Ahh Judge Paxton’s guest. Of course. He hasn’t arrived yet. Odd of him. I'm sure he'll be up momentarily. But please allow John here to take you up while you wait. And if you need anything please let us know." He slipped a key card across the marble counter. I took it and held it under my coat.
He smiled at me kindly and a bellhop walked over to me and offered his arm. "Allow me to walk you up Miss.”
I smiled at both of them, "Thank you." I took John's arm and he walked over to the elevator where he pushed the UP button. He allowed me to walk in front of him and as the door shut behind him he turned around to face away for me, so that we were standing next to each other. "You haven't been here before have you?"
I shook my head and clutched my coat tighter to my chest. "No I’ve never been here. It’s a beautiful hotel though."
He looked over at me, "You're different than the others."
I attempted to appear confused but I was sure that I knew what he was talking about. "I'm sorry?"
He turned this time so that he could look at me completely. "You're different than the others, don't let them change that about you."
Before I could ask him what that meant we were on level four and he was holding the elevator door for me to exit.
"It's the fifth door down on the left Miss, have an excellent evening."
I emerged from the elevator slowly but as soon as I turned around, rethinking my decision, the silver door shut in my face. The hallway was empty, I was alone. I walked down the hallway to room 421 and I used the key that they had given me at the front desk to enter. I walked into a room with white carpet and white walls and an entire wall full of floor to ceiling windows. I dropped my coat on the floor and my purse by the door as I admired the beautiful landscape in front of me. I could see all of Boston from here. It was breathtaking.
There was a bottle of wine and two glasses sitting on the coffee table, it had already been opened for me. I poured myself a glass and sat in the white chair looking out over the city's landscape. I watched as the twinkling lights spoke to me stories that would never be told out loud. Friends meeting for dinner, lovers meeting for late-night tryst, and parties going on that wouldn’t end until dawn. There were all these other little worlds out there that I knew nothing about. But suddenly I had been thrown into a world I didn't even know existed, and the thrill of it all was like high that I couldn't get enough of.
My glass dried quickly and so I poured myself another. I figured that at any moment the judge would come in and we would leave for dinner at some lavish restaurant. The Madame said it would be under an hour, but it seemed like a lot more time than that had passed. I sat in the chair continuing to watch landscape until my eyes started to close from the wine. I wanted to set my cell phone to go off on alarm, to just take a quick power nap but my phone was so far away back by the door and I was so comfortable in the chair. I must've nodded off to sleep.
I heard a knock on the door that stirred me awake. I stood up so fast that I dropped what was left of the wine in my glass on the floor. Luckily the glass itself didn't break. I grabbed it and put it back on the coffee table before smoothing out my dress and trying to appear as though I hadn't been sleeping. I checked myself in the mirror and quickly grabbed my coat and purse from near the door and put them on the chair that I had been sitting in. I didn’t want the judge to think that I had been bored waiting for him. The knocking grew louder.
"I'm coming!" I took one final deep breath as I walked back to the door and put my hand on the handle. I opened it with a bright smile on my face trying to appear calm even though my insides felt like they were on fire.
But the judge wasn’t at the door. It was a young man in a dark brown jacket and he had a serious look on his face
“Is this Judge Paxton’s room?”
I nodded, my confidence gone.
“And you are?’
I gulped. I was about to get caught on my first night. "An acquaintance.”
He smiled. “Sure.” His phrase dripped with sarcasm. “May I come in?”
"Not until I know who you are."
"I'm Detective Barton, and I think there's something you need to know."
Shit. Not only was I caught, it was by a cop. This could be the end of everything.
"What's that?" I prayed the judge would come up behind him and clear all this up. Any moment I would
see his figure coming down the hall.
"Judge Paxton is dead.”
I leaned against the door as my eyes widened with fear. I hoped it would hold me up. “Dead?” I had just seen him an hour ago, or had it been longer than that? He had seemed fine at the club.
“Murdered.”
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