Grand Hotel (A Geek An Angel)

by J. A. JACKSON

  His fingers slowly caressed her hand and slowly edged up her arm. “You know the kind. The kind that can fulfill and satisfy that deep sexual hunger a woman has all pent up inside of her. The kind she can remember for a lifetime.”

  They glanced between each other.

  Pearl realized Monty was loaded with a lot of hot and spicy words and some of it was the most exceptionally sweet talk she’d ever heard.

  Grudgingly Pearl tried to look away. She had to admit that Monty had her number down. Tonight was the first night in months that Louis had spent any time with her. The dance they’d shared together had not been enough. Knowing Louis, he had probably penciled her into his night’s agenda.

  Pearl sighed, thinking how she’d been patient every year for the months leading up to the Grand Isle Ball. Every year it was the same. Louis would be too busy to notice her. A few nights before she’d dress in a black lace veiled negligee’ and climb into bed beside Louis, only to find he had fallen fast asleep. As usual he’d be too busy to show his wife any affection or give her the much needed attention she craved. Her body felt starved.

  Monty lost himself in Pearl’s beautiful face. He could tell she was tormented by her thoughts. He studied her while her mind was distracted. She was just where he wanted her to be.

  She was the kind of woman a man wanted to give everything he owned to. He reached out and clasped her hand in his. Her skin felt so soft.

  Pearl looked up into Monty’s eyes. His eyes flickered wickedly back at her with hot desire. He wanted her.

  “It’s getting hot in here,” she said swallowing hard. “I…I need to get going Monty.”

  His eyes looked at her tenderly. His voice was soft. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you Pearl. I swear. I’m sorry if I offended you. But I had to get that off of my chest. It’s hard to find a good woman like you Pearl. I envy Louis. Forgive me,” he reached out and took her hand and brought it to his lips. “If I ever got the chance I could love you better. I could satisfy you.”

  Pearl felt weak. Her resolve was dissolving.

  “Have a drink with me. As a friend,” his eyes pleaded. “Please?”

  “Sure,” Pearl said with a nod. She couldn’t seem to say no to him. She lifted her glass.

  “Here’s to a woman of few words and great beauty. Mrs. Pearl La Cour, a woman full of all the right stuff,” he said swallowing his drink.

  Pearl quietly watched Monty. For some reason she couldn’t seem to raise the glass to her lips.

  “Drink up Pearl, drink up,” Monty said encouragingly. He kept his eyes on her drink. Watching her bring it to her lips.

  All at once Pearl turned her head. She caught a glimpse of something.

  The atmosphere in the room seemed to change suddenly.

  “What a strange feeling,” she said bewildered.

  The room enfolded like a serene heavy fog. It carried a feeling as if something not of this world.

  “What is it Pearl?”

  “Can you feel it? It reminds me of something. Something my grandmother would call having a visit. You know someone visiting from out of the past,” she shivered. “Don’t you feel it Monty?”

  Silence hung in the air at that moment as slowly a woman’s body came into view in front of her. She had curly kinky red hair and large saucer-wide innocent blue eyes.

  Pearl shook her head she was speechless. At that moment she was thankful her grandmother, Madeleine Chaminade, had been born with second sight. She had taught her many things and told her that there were a lot of things that didn’t belong to this world.

  The woman was like a dream, a ethereal creature of peace come to life. She wasn’t ordinary. She reached out and took Pearl’s drink. Her silvery and emotionless voice penetrated the air. “I’ll toast with him, if you like.”

  Monty shook his head and looked back at the redheaded woman. “Baby, where have you been all of my life?” he asked curiously, as if held in a trance.

  Pearl looked up at the woman and forced herself to consider the possibility that she was hallucinating. The more she stared at the ethereal redheaded woman, the more she knew that there was an angel underneath that mop of red hair. She supposed that a sinner like Monty didn’t stand a chance. Everyone knew Angels preferred Geeks to sinners.

  Pearl gave a short laugh. She wasn’t amused. “Well Monty. I guess that’s my signal to leave. I’ll be seeing you. Oh and enjoy your new friend. If she stays around you long enough,” she whispered under her breath with a deep knowing as she headed for the exit.

  “Bye Pearl,” Monty said eying the redheaded woman as if he’d been in love with her forever.

  Seconds later Monty shook his head. He felt strange. “Pearl….Pearl. Hey wait a minute. I don’t know what I’m doing. I swear it. It must be the alcohol. Come back Pearl,” he called after her. Quickly he turned around. “Say lady what did you put in my drink?” he rubbed his brow. “Did you switch our drinks?”

  The red headed lady laughed.

  Chapter 22

  I’ve got a plan

  Katrina figured if she shut her eyes and concentrated hard enough she could believe the hands that were cupping her breasts were Jorge Manteau’s. The thought of being naked in bed with Nate Trent made Katrina nauseated. But he was on the board of directors at one of Silicon Valley’s oldest Foundations and he was the head judge on the pageant board.

  Nate Trent stared back at the naked young woman in front of him as if he was hypnotized. She was the younger beautiful spitting image of her mother except for the blond hair.

  He thought back into his memories. He licked his lips. He’d always wanted to screw Pauline Baptiste. He’d even spent time trying to be her best friend. He remembered when Jean’s business kept him too occupied to take time with his wife. Pauline had been lonely and friendless. She had attended the Foundations committee meeting religiously. But the other women on the committee had been jealous of her. None of them would befriend her.

  Nate had made it a point to be her friend. He had taken the time to make Pauline feel special, even taking her out to dinner after their weekly committee meetings and going shoe shopping with her. He missed no opportunity to get close to her. But she’d never let him have anything to do with her sexually. She looked down her nose at him when he’d asked her point blank why she wouldn’t sleep with him. She told him she loved her husband Jean Baptiste too much to ever cheat on him.

  Her words had stung like the venomous bite of a poisonous snake when Pauline told him that. But that was years ago. Now he didn’t care. He could pretend her daughter was her.

  Nate gently set his lips on Katrina’s, tasting her, savoring her.

  Katrina murmured out a groan. “You promise me Nate?”

  Sweat ran down Nate’s face. The girl had reached out and touched his penis. He shuddered from the feeling it gave.

  “Yeah honey, I promise. You make sure I enjoy screwing you and I swear that crown is yours,” he grunted. “I’m the power behind that pageant’s panel. I make all the decisions,” he said running his hands up and down her body.

  Katrina shimmered in closer and let her hand cup his behind. She squeezed. “You ride me hard now Nate and I’ll give you the best ride of your life.”

  “Just hold on tight sweetie! Just hold on tight,” he grinned.

  Katrina shut her eyes tighter and thrilled at the glorious surge of power. She had a plan and Nate Trent would help her put it into action.

  All at once Katrina started uttering moans of incredulous ecstasy that she was sure to arouse Nate’s sensual pleasure.

  “Oh Nate you are so amazing,” she moaned.

  “Yes……Yes…..I am,” Nate said grinning wide.

  Chapter 23

  Memories don’t leave like people do

  Pearl walked as quickly and quietly as she dared down the silent dark corridor. Finally dim lighting above a glass door greeted her. The words written on the glass door said Pool.

  Her hand gripped the door h
andle firmly. It gave as she pushed. The roof top pool area was open.

  She closed the door behind her and stopped abruptly. She let her eyes skim the roof-top pool area. She didn’t spot him. The bright lights illuminating from the pool made the water look mystic blue. She listened attentively. She was alone.

  She sighed. She could have sworn she saw him enter.

  The night sky made the area feel strange and lonely.

  She thought she heard a sound behind her.

  All at once a man’s deep voice sliced the air.

  “Why are you following me little girl?”

  Pearl whirled around instinctively. Her eyes looked in the direction of the voice. She smiled wide.

  “Horace,” she said smiling as something stirred in her heart.

  Horace Sherlock Garrison’s silhouette emerged from the darkness. He walked slowly into the light.

  “My goodness Horace, you scared me!” She breathed out.

  “Pearl, I intended to,” Horace’s voice was cold and stern as he stepped closer. He swallowed hard. “What are you doing here? You’re a married woman. You shouldn’t be sneaking around in the dark, alone.”

  His harsh words weren’t what she came for. They made her feel so alone in the world. Pearl hung her head and walked slowly over to the side of the pool. She stood for a moment with her thoughts, before tilting her head and looking up at the night sky.

  Horace slowly joined her. “That sure is a beautiful sky out tonight,” he said pausing and staring above into the sky.

  Overhead the steel blue of night sky was brightly lit with stars.

  Pearl sighed heavily. As they both stood there studying the night sky. She tilted her head and looked him over. He looked so handsome. “I’ve been looking for you Horace. I saw you when you first came in. I didn’t get a chance to say hello.”

  Horace didn’t say anything for a moment. As he thought, Louis La Cour was a lucky man. He had a family he could be proud of. A robust intelligent son, a lovely daughter and a beautiful wife that was standing in front of him. He’d bet money Louis wouldn’t give them up for all the money in the world.

  He took a deep breath and let it out. “I know I saw you with your daughter, Lacey,” he nodded. “By the way, she looks just like you. You always did want a little girl,” he said, as his eyes searched her face.

  She thought she heard the anguish in his voice. She glanced around making sure they were alone. “I needed to talk to you Horace,” her eyes pleaded. “You and I are old childhood friends. We are both from the same place.”

  Horace gave her a sympathetic smile. “Oh, now I know what this is about, Pearl,” he shook his head. “I should have known. You’re homesick again. It’s the month of December. You always get melancholy in December. Remember? That’s because your Grand mere Madeleine died on Christmas day. This month has always made you sad.”

  “No….No…I’m lonely. Very lonely,” she choked out. “I can feel it in my bones Horace. I can feel it in my bones,” she repeated and stared straight ahead.

  He frowned with a heavy sigh. “I’ll suggest to Louis that he should send for some of your kin folks to come out and visit you. You’ll get over your loneliness real fast then. Better yet, maybe I should just tell Louis to take you back home to Louisiana for a visit.”

  Pearl closed her eyes. She shook her head. “No….No… You do not understand me, Horace,” her voice pleaded. “I’m living with memories of decisions I’ve made. Every day I struggle with them and I’m miserable behind them.”

  “What decisions?” Horace asked emphatically.

  “My marriage to Louis for one thing,” Pearl said. “There are problems with my marriage. First off I was just a kid when I married Louis.”

  “That’s the past Pearl. Let it go. We all made stupid decisions when we were kids,” Horace said. “Just let it go. Now you’re acting like a spoiled child. You are not a child anymore Pearl. You are an adult and a mother first.”

  “What is that supposed to mean Horace? You’re treating me like a child now.”

  “That’s because you’re acting like one. You’re not looking at your priorities right now. You don’t see the big picture,” he ruminated. “You are a mother and your children should always come first.”

  Suddenly tears formed in Pearl’s eyes. It had been useless trying to talk to Horace alone. He didn’t understand. Maybe he never did.

  Pearl gave a silent shaking shrug. Tears begin streaming down her face. “You bastard! You’re the one acting like a child. You asshole Horace! I don’t know why I even tried to talk to you,” she cried.

  Horace winced. “Wait a minute Pearl. Calm down. You’ve never spoken to me like this before. I’m your best friend. We grew up together. You’re my family.”

  “Go fuck yourself Horace! And don’t you follow me!” Pearl yelled as she ran from the room. She slammed the door behind her with a bang.

  Horace stood silently for a few minutes and ran his fingers through his hair. It was obvious he didn’t want to be seen leaving too soon after Pearl. Finally he straightened his jacket and strode across to the door and slammed it behind him.

  A short distance away, in the darkened solitude, a man watched the scene play out silently, in the dark. Jealousy tormented him as he moved slowly into the light. His face was contorted with agony. The miserable stupid little whore was just like any other woman. Behind his eyes he felt a buildup of pain. He should have never followed her. He passed a hand over the throbbing pain behind his eyes. He touched his eyes. They felt wet. He was crying. The corners of his lips twitched. “Well I’ll be damned,” the man muttered under his breath.

  Chapter 24

  An Embarrassing Situation

  Rog laid comfortable in the bed. “Darling you are not a shy thing! I love it that you are so active in the bedroom and you’re beautiful, you’re superb,” Rog whispered as his hand molded around her breast.

  The man is a handsome and thoughtful sexy machine! Celica thought as she stared back at him remembering how her body felt when Rog had brought her to her last climax.

  At first, when she saw Rog standing naked before her, she had felt as jittery as when he’d first asked her to dance. She’d made him wait while she downed a couple more glasses of champagne before she felt light headed enough to jump on him, straddling him, as she pinned him to the bed.

  Their lovemaking had been fierce and passionate. She hadn’t felt that much pleasure with a man in a long time.

  Rog rose up and got out of bed. He reached for the bottle of champagne and poured. He handed her a drink.

  “Here’s to the Celica Baptiste –You’re everything a man could want.”

  They clinked glasses.

  “Let’s order some dinner.” Celica suggested.

  “Isn’t it about time we returned to the ballroom? I thought you needed to be there when the Queen is crowned?”

  “Things have changed. I’m having a great time,” she said. “Besides, I’d much rather have room service with you. Aren’t you hungry?”

  Rog leaned over. “Of course,” he said softly brushing her lips with a kiss.

  “Good, that settles that. Do you like pasta?” she asked without waiting for an answer. “They have the best Chicken Primavera here.”

  “Great, I’ll have extra chicken on mine.”

  Celica reached for the phone.

  Twenty minutes later. Rog laid stroking Celica’s shoulders as they lay in bed together.

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Gosh that was quick,” Rog said. “I haven’t even had time to put my boxers back on,” he said reaching for his underpants.

  “Good, because I am famished,” she reached and pulled the sheet tighter around her. “Just have room service add the check to my suite.”

  Rog walked to the door and opened it. Instantly recognition hit.

  “Almighty God! Oh shit!” Rog loudly screamed.

  Several men entered the room.

  Celica flam
ed in fury. “How dare you come in here? This is a private room. Get out! Get out!”

  The men ignored her and tussled Rog to the floor.

  “Rog….Rog! Who are these men? Let him go….Let him go!” She shrieked loudly, clinging to the sheet.

  Rog lay handcuffed on the floor. He stopped struggling. “Celica they’re fucking MPs. Oh shit! Oh shit! The handcuff is too tight.”

  One of the MPs knelt over Rog on the floor. “Okay soldier get dressed. Put your pants on or I’ll put them on for you.”

  Another MP turned and focused his attention on Celica as she lay in the bed. “Lady this man is under military arrest.”

  “Military arrest,” she repeated, puzzled. What for?”

  “Lady that’s classified information,” the MP said.

  Dressed, the MPs headed Rog toward the door. Abruptly he stopped.

  “Sir, can I just say something to the lady?”

  The MPs nodded.

  Rog turned and looked back at Celica. His eyes were sorrowful. “Being here with you this past couple of hours and getting to know you Celica, I feel I’ve got to be honest with you. I’m afraid I haven’t been a truthful man with you.”

  Celica looked puzzled. “Rog what is it?”

  Rog shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not talking about my being arrested by the military police. That’s classified like the MP said,” the corner of his lip twitched. “I’m talking about my being married.”

  “Married!”

  “Yes,” Rog said. “I just wanted to tell you so that you didn’t run out and try and help me or something like that. You’re good people Celica,” he paused. “But you see my wife wouldn’t understand. Nor would she like it very much if you showed up at the military hearing or anything.”

  Aghast Celica stared back dumbfounded. She felt so humiliated. A married looser she thought. She could really pick them.