Decadent Desire

by Zuri Day

  Julian wasn’t a dancer, but one couldn’t tell. A disciplined workout regimen and martial arts training kept his six-foot-one-inch frame in shape, ready for several rounds of lovemaking. Finally, after Nicki’s third orgasm, he gave in to his own shuddering release. A thin sheen of perspiration covered them both as he folded back the flowered spread, pulled away the cool white top sheet and covered them.

  “See how much I missed you?” he asked, using his finger to smooth strands of dampened hair behind Nicki’s ear.

  “I felt how much.” Her face was turned away from him, but Julian heard the smile in her voice.

  “You sure I can’t talk you into leaving New York, moving to the West Coast and ending this notion of a long-distance relationship? I can’t see not having you, not having this—” he caressed her booty “—on a regular basis. Can you?”

  Nicki turned to face him. “I almost died this month without having you around to do what you do, and very well, I might add. Of course I want to be with you. But you know I can’t. I’m not the lead in this show, but it is Broadway. When are you coming to see the show?”

  “I don’t know, but I’d love to be there opening night. When does it start?”

  “Next month.”

  “August? Isn’t that unusual?”

  “It’s rare. Most shows open during the fall. We’re hoping that being one of the few new shows next month will translate into a strong box office showing. What about you? Ready to open for business?”

  “I already have a few clients. The office will open in two to three weeks, depending on how quickly I can hire an assistant. Mom worked with an interior designer friend to create the type of environment I want—professional and relaxing at the same time. It’ll be finished by the time I get back in town.”

  “From here?”

  “No, from Chicago. I fly there for a conference that begins on Wednesday.”

  “Office up and running, clients on the schedule. Sounds like the transition from intern to private practice was easy.”

  “There were challenges.”

  “Obviously none you couldn’t handle.”

  He smiled, swiped the tip of her nose. “What’s your point?”

  “The point is that you can make opening night, maybe even bring some of your family along. It’s going to be a great show. The Rapunzel fairy tale has been done before, but never like this.”

  “With Rapunzel rapping her lines? I think not. Bet those DJs in the ’70s talking over beats had no idea what a revolution in music they were creating, a style that would end up on Broadway and take over the music world.”

  “The genre has definitely outlasted its critics. The show involves hip-hop, jazz, even country. It will appeal to a wide audience, which is why I think the chances of A Hair’s Tale succeeding on Broadway are very good. It’s a limited run right now. Only sixteen weeks. But if it remains as popular as it is now, the show can get extended indefinitely. Have an unbelievable run, like The Lion King, Phantom and Cats. As long as it’s on Broadway, I want to be playing my role!”

  “You’re dramatic.” A caress suggested it was a part of her that he enjoyed. “I’ll tell them about it, see if they want to join me.”

  Nicki turned, her gaze loving as she took a finger and outlined Julian’s thick brows, his aquiline nose and Cupid’s bow lips. “Thank you, Doctor,” she whispered.

  “You’re welcome, my private dancer,” he cooed, brushing his hand across her long, silky tresses before pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply and silently vowing to find a way to permanently shorten the distance between them.

  Chapter 2

  Julian Drake, PsyD. A bit pretentious, Julian thought as he stopped and observed the gold-and-platinum name plaque on the door of his practice. His mother had purchased and mounted it as a welcome-home surprise, along with the office suite they’d given him for earning his psychology doctorate earlier than most and breezing through an eighteen-month internship with ease.

  He appreciated the gesture, even though the nameplate wasn’t his style at all. A plain black plastic slider with white lettering would have been fine with him, and the office suite had a few more rooms than he needed. Especially now while just getting started. His parents, Ike and Jennifer, were understandably proud, and ecstatic that he’d decided to open his practice in Paradise Cove instead of on the East Coast as Nicki had wanted. That she hadn’t joined him was a disappointment for his family and devastating for him. His family loved Nicki. Her tomboyish ways with his brothers helped her fit right in, and her knack for style with a bohemian edge, along with being a professional dancer, made for a lot in common with his sisters. Jennifer had even approached Nicki with the idea of periodic dance workshops at the Drake Community Center. As much as he’d wanted it, Julian knew the chances of Nicki relocating with him was a long shot. After she got a major role in a Broadway show, he knew there was no shot at all. The entertainment world was all abuzz about the talented young writer who’d created the show and the composer who’d scored the work. His sister had even heard about it. When Julian told London about Nicki’s invitation, she’d excitedly asked to join him, but the preview shows were sold out.

  Julian was eager to get his practice up and running. The busier he was, the less time he’d have to think about how much he missed Nicki.

  His cell phone vibrated. Had he thought her up? Retrieving it from his jacket pocket, he unlocked the door while answering the call.

  “Dr. Drake.” He hit the speaker button and continued through the reception area to the spacious corner office he occupied.

  “Yes, Doctor. This is Natalie Moore from Superior Staffing. You left a message with our service last night requesting a call.”

  Julian immediately recognized the voice. “Natalie as in the Nat Pack?”

  A short pause and then, “Do I know you?”

  “Yes, you do. It’s Julian.”

  “The Julian Drake I picked on all through grade school?”

  “I think it lasted through junior high, and yes, it’s me.”

  “No way! And you’re a doctor now? Not surprising, since you left all your classmates behind in the dust. You skipped, what, one or two years?”

  “More like doubled up on some and tested out of others. They didn’t really skip me.”

  “However it happened, you graduated at sixteen. You’d already been gone a couple months when I found out. I can’t believe you remember me.”

  “Didn’t at first. Your married name threw me. But I’ll never forget that high-pitched voice.”

  “And I’ll never forget you had no voice at all. Always so quiet. And I’m divorced, by the way. Would have reverted to Johnson, but I have a son. The boy genius Julian, a doctor. That fits you. Will you be working at the urgent-care center that just opened up?”

  “I’m a psychologist, not a medical doctor. I’m opening a private practice.”

  Another pause, this one a bit longer. “Come to give my dad some competition, huh? He’s the go-to shrink in this town. Has treated patients here for over thirty years. So good luck with that.”

  “I have no desire to compete with Dr. Johnson or anyone else. Mental illnesses and behavioral disorders have steadily increased through the years that he’s practiced and are still on the rise, which means, unfortunately, there are likely to be enough clients for both of us.”

  “That’s what a couple other doctors thought. One still has an office here, though I heard she teaches at a community college to supplement her income. Guess the one or two people who slipped past my father weren’t enough for her to pay the bills.”

  “Thanks for the encouragement.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Julian pondered Natalie’s words as he gazed out the window. It was a beautiful day. During the festivities in Louisiana, the mercury h
ad climbed to ninety degrees and above. Too hot for Julian, even for July. Or any other month. He much preferred the seventies experienced during Northern California summers. The office’s location on the building’s fifteenth floor offered unobstructed views of the town’s tony square and the sprawling fields and ranches of Paradise Valley beyond it. His brother Warren owned one of those ranches. He thought how good a horse ride would feel but knew that with the work ahead of him, today wouldn’t be when he got to do it.

  “Where’d you graduate and do your internship?”

  “Graduated from Columbia.” Julian walked back to his desk and sat. “Interned in New York.”

  “Impressive, Doctor. Why’d you decide to come back here?”

  Julian looked at his watch. Time to focus on the matter at hand—hiring an assistant. If she was as nosy now as she had been in high school, the Natalie he remembered could keep him on the phone all afternoon.

  “Probably the same reason you did, to do business in my hometown. Speaking of which, I assume your call is regarding the information I filled out online?”

  “Yes, Superior Staffing is my company, and yes, PC is still a very small town.”

  They shared a laugh. “Indeed. Will you be able to assist me, considering I’m viewed as your dad’s competition?”

  “Ha! Dad has probably forgotten more than you’ll learn.”

  “Ouch!”

  “Just calling it like I see it. You’re no competition for him. As for an assistant, I do have a couple qualified recruits in mind who, based on what I know so far, would be good matches. At least from the online questionnaire that you filled out.”

  “So how do we proceed? I’d like to get someone hired as quickly as possible.”

  “Normally I’d set up the first appointment and send them over at your earliest convenience. But since it’s you, a friend I’ve known since grade school, I think a follow-up interview is in order, one done in person so I can be sure to select the most appropriate candidates for the position. What about dinner tomorrow night at Acquired Taste?”

  “I’m busy most evenings. How about lunch, around noon?”

  “Perfect. See you then.”

  “And Natalie, no practical jokes, okay? The little kid is all grown up.”

  “You sure have, and quite nicely. I pulled up your profile online.”

  “Good. Then I’ll be easy to recognize. See you tomorrow.”

  Julian dodged Natalie’s flirty comment. He remembered her popularity in high school and had known several of the guys she’d dated. Pretty girl. Funny, too. He wanted her assistance in finding a competent assistant, but nothing more.

  * * *

  “Another great show, Nicki!”

  “Thanks, hon.” Nicki hugged Paige, her friend and cast mate. “Had to take it to the next level to shine beside you!”

  “That’s right, girl! Razzle!”

  “Dazzle!” They high-fived. “If these previews are any indication, opening night is going to be huge.”

  “Is Julian coming?”

  “That’s the plan. What about Mike?”

  “I don’t know. He’s always working.”

  “Hmm, the detective sounds like someone else I know.”

  The two laughed, locking arms as they walked down the dark and narrow backstage hallway to the exit just off Forty-Ninth Street. As usual, a group of theatergoers circled the exit, waiting for a chance to get a snapshot. Maybe even an autograph or a selfie. Most were there for Paige, the famous pop celebrity playing Rapunzel. But a lot of fans loved the best friend added in the modern retelling of the classic fairy tale and waited for Nicki, who played her. Though tired, Nicki obliged them. Countless times, she’d been that fan, waiting for her favorite star. Dying for an autograph. She’d dreamed of being that star since she was ten. And here she was.

  Paige turned to her. “Hey, my car’s here. Want a ride?”

  “Seriously? Of course!”

  The driver stood next to the rear car door he’d just opened. “Good evening, ladies.” A nod and smile accompanied the formal greeting.

  “Joe, this is Nicki. Nicki, Joe.”

  “Hello, Joe.”

  They slid into the back seat of a roomy town car. Nicki rubbed her hand across the soft leather seat. “Is this one of the perks of being the star?”

  “Thanks to my agent. I wouldn’t have thought to request it on my own.”

  Nicki settled against the seat and sighed. “Lifestyles of the rich and famous.”

  Paige leaned forward toward a panel of buttons and raised the privacy partition.

  “Ooh, fancy! Just like in the movies.”

  “I thought you’d like it. But I put it up because you had something to tell me.”

  The reminder sat Nicki straight up. “Oh my gosh, girl, you won’t believe it. And I’m telling you right now. This can’t be repeated. If I hear it back, I’ll know where to come.”

  “Don’t you know you can trust me by now?”

  Nicki did. The entertainment business was cutthroat. Jobs on Broadway were limited. Competition was fierce and few made friends, Nicki included. Paige had been the exception. The two had met while doing regional theater, ironically both having boy troubles at the time. They commiserated and eventually met each other’s boyfriends—Julian and Mike. Shortly after the play ended, Paige moved to New York. They’d been besties ever since.

  “Remember a couple years ago when Julian and I broke up?”

  “Like the for-real breakup, because you turned down his marriage proposal and broke the guy’s heart? Yep, I remember.”

  “Dang, Paige, did you have to say it like that?”

  “To clarify which off-and-on we were talking about? Yes, I did. Besides, isn’t that what happened?”

  “Anyway...remember my rebound guy, the pro basketball player?” Nicki placed air quotes around his title.

  “Told you that he played pro ball, left out that he hadn’t had a contract in years?”

  “I still can’t believe I didn’t google his ass.”

  Nicki paused and looked out the window. A mental replay of meeting Vince Edwards played in her mind.

  Late-night party uptown. Private. Rooftop. Being beautiful seemed the price of admission. A stranger approached while she sipped a drink. Introduced himself as Vince Edwards, a pro basketball player. He’d sure looked the part. Tall, attractive. Muscles and dimples in all the right places, with enough raw manly swagger to bottle and sell. When they hugged she got goose bumps, but along with the excitement came a foreboding feeling. She ignored it and gave him her number.

  A couple of weeks into the romantic whirlwind, behaviors began to surface that had reminded Nicki of her earlier apprehensiveness. The first was declaring his love for her a week after they met. The second was falling in love with her brownstone that—number three—he wanted to move into after the second week. Nicki saw more red flags after this request than those waved in Arrowhead Stadium at a Chiefs football game. But she’d continued to date him. Until the fourth reason—a woman named Brittany. The woman with whom he currently lived. The woman who’d threatened to kick him out for cheating, and not just with Nicki. In a calm, almost pleasant voice, the astute stranger had passed along a few pertinent details Vince had not shared. Multiple children. Gambling habit. No new sports contract or endorsement deals. Nicki thanked the woman and meant it. Got back with Julian a short time later, thankful she’d dodged a bullet.

  “I thought you blocked his number.”

  “I did. A call came up private. I answered it without a second thought.”

  “What did he want?”

  “Nothing much. Just wondered if I had twenty thousand dollars to loan him.”

  Paige screeched. “WTF?”

  “Oh, and he needs it by Friday.
Can you believe it?”

  “How’d he figure you had that kind of money?”

  “I guess because I’m on a Broadway stage.”

  “Even so, why’d he think you’d loan it to him?”

  “That’s where it really gets crazy. He’s taking credit for the show I did in Atlanta shortly after we broke up. Says he pulled the strings that got me the job.”

  “Ooh, right! And he showed up backstage claiming y’all were a couple. Wasn’t the director his sister or something?”

  “Cousin, and it turned out only a distant one at that. He had nothing to do with me getting that job. I auditioned like everyone else. What a liar.”

  “You guys didn’t even date that long. What was it, a month?”

  “Barely.”

  “Jeez. So what did you say when he asked you?”

  “What do you think I said? No! Then he had the nerve to ask me out!”

  “What was your answer?” Paige asked, laughing.

  “Hell no!”

  Nicki tried not to laugh but was soon cracking up. Paige always made her feel better.

  “Do you think he’ll call again?”

  “With the size of his ego? I don’t doubt it.”

  They reached Paige’s apartment building in trendy SoHo. The driver dropped Paige off, headed toward the Brooklyn Bridge and twenty minutes later was at Nicki’s place, a three-story brownstone that had been converted into two apartments. Hers was the larger one and occupied the two upper floors. It was spacious and airy, with tall ceilings and big windows to let in lots of natural light. Her respite from the grind of the theater district, where she practically lived six days a week.

  “Bye, Joe.” She blew a kiss to the driver, then opened the gate and hurried up the steps to the second-floor entrance. Within seconds she’d kicked off her shoes and walked to the kitchen in search of something sparkling with a kick. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but a wine spritzer after two shows helped her wind down.

  “Nothing,” she mumbled, looking in the fridge. “Great.”

  Bypassing the heels she’d just kicked off, Nicki grabbed a pair of sandals from the hallway shoe rack and headed to the corner store that, luckily for her, stayed open until eleven. After picking out her favorite chardonnay and a liter of sparkling water, she headed back home. The street was sparsely populated and quiet, typical for this time on a Wednesday night. As she neared her walk-up, two men got out of a car parked in front. Ever the New Yorker, she was on instant alert but didn’t pick up any negative vibes. They talked casually, even laughed as the driver tapped the key fob to lock the car. Nicki relaxed, stepped to the right to walk by them. The driver, to his left. She looked up, expecting a come-on. The man was not laughing. At all.