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got an important business meeting ahead. As
much as I'd love to stay.”
                He
reaches inside the bedside table and gives me an envelope.
                “Oh...”
                I
feel the bills inside. More money than I've ever seen in my life.
                But
proof that this is business, after all.
                “I
thought this one was on the house,” I say.
                He
smiles. “I was wondering about that...was that your idea?”
                “Yes,”
I said. “I'd heard about you. I wanted you to come back to the Blue Room.”
                “Scrappy,”
he says. “Brave. I have to admit – I was curious about you – even before I knew
you were you , based on that. But...” he sighs “I can't take you up on
your kind offer. I think it's better if things are...open. Honest. In the
future I'll pay you beforehand.”
                I
feel almost disappointed as I take the money.
                “Maybe
you think it ruins the fantasy?” He smiles and kisses my fingers. “I don't. I
think money means we can be honest with each other in a way most normal people
can only dream of. Because our arrangement is just ours.” He kisses me so
deeply, so passionately, that any doubts I have to the sincerity of his desire
for me are lost.
                “I'm
going to take a shower,” he says. “You can have the room as long as you want.”
                I
watch him go. My body misses his.
                I
sit for a while, recovering from the pleasure that Mr. X. has given me.
                His
phone rings again. Instinctively, I reach out for it.
                Then
I see the name flashing across the screen.
                RITA
MALONE.
                My
heart stops.
                Rita's
alive.
                All
my feelings vanish in a single instant. I no longer care about Mr. X., about my
body, about my pleasure. All I care about is the truth.
                For
a moment I think I'll grab it, take the number. My hands are shaking.
                Then
Mr. X. comes back out.
                I
drop the phone. I'm all smiles.
                Who
is this man, really? And how many mysteries does he hold?
                His
body still can take my breath away.
                As
he dresses – in jeans and a clean white T-shirt – I allow my eyes to linger on
his form.
                Who
are you, Mr. X?
                And
how can you make me feel this way?
                He
takes his phone and slips it in his jeans pocket.
                I
try not to let my disappointment show.
                “I'm
going to book you again tonight,” he says, kissing me lightly on the lips.
“There's so much more I can make you feel.”
                The
thought makes me dizzy with desire. But the moment he's gone, I'm on my feet –
searching his suite, searching for a sign, a clue,
                But
there's nothing there. No ID, no passport, nothing that gives me any clue to
who Mr. X. might really be.
                Then
I find it. At the bottom of a stack of Yellow Pages in the bottom of his
closet, a book unlike all the others.
                Advance
Medical Studies.
                A
required medical school textbook.
                My
fingers are trembling as I open the first page.
                Rita
Malone.
                Beneath
it, a doodle. I recognize it well – Rita was prone to drawings. She used to
love to sketch, to doodle – to hide hidden messages and codes. She used to make
grocery lists like that in our own place – challenging me to figure out what
she wanted me to buy. A secret joke between us.
                And
this is more than just a