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To Emerald’s surprise, Romy nodded, replying, “I do. In fact, a past lover of mine was a rep for Remy Martin.” Romy took a breath from the sifter and smiled. “But this is a much better brand.”
Emerald grinned. “That is so interesting! I actually know the CEO of Remy Martin; he was good friends with my second ex-husband. They used to go golfing at the Mulberry Country Club. And they also loved working out at the nearby fitness center across the street.” Romy interjected, asking excitedly, “CrossTown Fitness? I used to work there as a trainer for two years. It was one of my jobs as I was working towards my security license. What a small world!”
The conversation effortlessly flowed as soon as their external connection had been established. Emerald was amazed to find out that there was much crossover between many of their mutual acquaintances. Gazing at Romy, her sparkling blue eyes and strong jawline, Emerald felt a deep sense of comfort and familiarity. “I’m surprised we hadn’t met sooner. We have so much in common.” Then, looking out into the courtyard, the actress suggested, “Would you like to stroll around the garden? The air is so lovely right now. I love a hot summer night!”
Romy agreed, and the women walked along the circumference of the grounds. Emerald had an irresistible urge to grab Romy’s hand, but she didn’t dare. While Emerald was well versed in the powers of sexual seduction, she had less experience relaxing with a woman as her true self. Some days, Emerald wasn’t even sure who she truly was, but tonight, she felt the layers of walls melt away, and suddenly, Emerald felt new and innocent, even shy.
“So, what made you want to become an actress?” Romy asked. Soft gravel crunched under their feet as they made their way to the back entrance of the estate.
Emerald smiled, thinking back to her childhood. So many people had asked her that question, but Emerald always felt pressured to give a canned response in accordance with her public image. But with Romy, she thought that she could be honest.
“Well, when I was ten years old, our fifth-grade teacher, Ms. Barlow, also taught drama. It was nothing intense; we were just kids.” Emerald shrugged before she continued, “But I loved transforming into someone different, becoming a character. With acting, I could be anyone I wanted, and it felt so freeing to me. But I, well, I also loved Ms. Barlow.”
Emerald suddenly placed a hand on Romy's forearm. “That stays between us, okay? I've never told anyone that. But I think that was the first time I realized I was gay. Or at least that I wasdifferent.But acting afforded me the luxury ofbeingdifferent; it's where I fit in.” Chuckling, she added, “But things changed when I came to Hollywood. Once the opportunities started to come, I was limited on how different I was allowed to be, and that complicated things. But the trade-off was success and fame, and god knows how hard I worked for that.”
“It must be hard on you,” Romy commented. “I couldn't imagine not being able to live authentically. I've been out for as long as I can remember. Shit, I think I came out of the womb as a full-fledged dyke!” The women shared a laugh as Romy continued, “But my life has also been unconventional, especially my career choice. Maybe it's because I've also felt different and sought comfort in unique spaces where I could thrive, as opposed to hiding.”
Emerald nodded, taking in what Romy had said. She felt a bond of understanding growing between them, and it softened Emerald, making her feel connected. The conversation between them flowed effortlessly, she felt completely in the moment until the lights in the garden turned off.
Romy stopped in her tracks, appearing alert. But Emerald commented, “Don't worry, they are on an automatic timer. So, I'm guessing it must be midnight by now. I didn't even realize the time!”
“Do you want to head back inside?” Romy asked. “I'm getting a little tired. But, unlike you, I got up in the morning.” Emerald playfully elbowed Romy while wishing the night didn't have to end.
“Sure, we can, but, um, I have a small request,” Emerald propositioned. “I—well, I haven't been sleeping well. Not just because of the recent events but for awhile.” Taking a deep breath, she faced Romy. “Could you sleep in my room with me tonight? I'm not looking for sex. I just really need the company.”
Romy's expression changed from guarded to gentle. Then, narrowing her eyes, she looked directly at Emerald and replied, “Sure, yes, I'm happy to do that.”
“Okay, thank you.” Emerald smiled, feeling herself glow from the inside. “I'll head up to my room and give you some time to prepare for bed. Just enter when you're ready; you don't need to knock.”
The women traveled up the long, winding staircase with Emerald trailing behind. She was lost in her thoughts, feeling peaceful and dreamy from her evening with Romy. Once in her room, she took a quick shower and slid into a plain, black lace negligee. The lingerie was simple in comparison to other, more scandalous looks. But the gown was made of quality silk and comfortable for sleeping. Unlike most nights where she sought distraction, Emerald desired comfort and warmth tonight. And she was excited to share her bed with Romy.
Tucking herself under her duvet, Emerald waited in the quiet room until she heard the door creak open. “Hi,” Romy whispered, slowly closing the door behind her. “I hope I didn't wake you.”
Romy wore shorts and a tank top. She looked beautiful in the dim light.
“No, you're fine. Please, get in under the covers.” Emerald felt the weight of Romy's body beside her, sinking into the mattress. She turned her back to Romy and asked, “Could you spoon me? I can't tell you how long it's been since I felt someone hold me in bed.”
Romy agreed, wrapping her muscular arms around Emerald's petite frame. Immediately, Emerald sighed, leaning into the warmth of Romy's hug. It felt like Emerald had just received a meal after years of starvation. Every muscle in her body relaxed as Romy's gentle breath tickled her neck. “Thank you. I feel so safe right now. You're the best bodyguard I’ve ever had.” Emerald uttered, feeling sleepy.
Romy stroked Emerald's hair, fingering the delicate curls. “You are safe. I promised to protect you, and I will.” Emerald purred inwardly, relishing in Romy's touch and soft caresses. Before long, Emerald fell deeply asleep, nestled in Romy's strong arms.
10
“Yup, coming!” Romy refilled their glasses with cold, filtered water. The women were lying in the sun at the back of the estate. She returned with the drinks, handing one to Emerald.
The past week was quiet at the mansion. While Romy enjoyed the peace, the nature of her job required constant focus, and she was having trouble relaxing. Emerald continued receiving frightening threats and aggressive text messages from Thomas, which Romy could tell affected her ability to socialize.
But neither he nor his lackeys showed up in person. Romy knew that Emerald was on edge, and she, too, remained at attention until the next shoe dropped, which Romy felt would be soon. Once they returned inside from suntanning, Romy was going to continue her investigation of Emerald’s ex-husband to determine his next move.
“Oh, thank you!” Emerald took the glass from Romy. “It's so hot and lovely today; I think I'm going to sunbathe topless.” Then, giving Romy a wink, she turned to ask suggestively, “Do you want to help me with the bikini strings? I could use some sunscreen, too, if you don't mind.”
Romy chortled, rolling her eyes. But naturally, she didn't mind. Emerald was stunningly beautiful, and her body remained luscious and toned. And Romy was starting to realize that Emerald's flirtatious manner was her way of communicating; the teasing was never malicious in its intent. She began to see more authenticity and vulnerability in Emerald.
Romy still felt unsure about Emerald’s motives but seeing a more genuine version of Emerald was reassuring. Romy began to warm up to her antics and often outrageous personality. “Sure, turn around. I'll get your back and shoulders.”
“You're the best. And oh my god, you gave me the most incredible orgasm last night! You have great hands.” Emerald purred as she scooted around so her back faced Romy. “How are things going with Thomas and his crew?”
After delicately removing Emerald's bikini top, Romy slathered her hands with coconut-scented sunscreen. She ran her hands over Emerald's smooth shoulders, cascading down her slim back.Her body is like a work of art; the definition of her muscles is exquisite. And she has the softest skin I've ever felt.Romy felt herself becoming distracted, and Emerald's question reminded her to return inside shortly to move ahead with her investigation.
