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She knew it was an important day for Emerald, and Romy wanted to present herself professionally. She pulled a black suit off the rack, sweeping it with a lint brush.Yup, that's perfect. The suit will add style, but it still makes me look like a bodyguard. There should be clarity about who I am and why I'm accompanying Emerald to this meeting.
Behind her closed bedroom door, Romy could hear the sound of a hairdryer from next door, signaling that Emerald was awake. Romy’s heart lurched as she resisted the urge to visit Emerald in her room. Sighing aloud, she spoke to herself, “No, it’s best that I leave her alone. I need to focus on my assignment, and Emerald needs to focus on this meeting.” Romy’s body felt heavy as she cascaded down the stairs, greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee.
“Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?” Marilyn asked, chipper as ever. Romy didn’t dare express her misery, instead choosing to lie. “It was great, thanks. And this coffee smells divine.”
Marilyn grinned. “Enjoy. Emerald should be downstairs soon, and Jesse will come in 45 minutes to pick her up. I’m guessing you’ll be driving behind, right?” Romy nodded, picking up her mug. She sipped on her brew, keeping her gaze low. Anxiously, she waited for Emerald to join her in the dining room.
Over the past weeks, they had developed a routine of enjoying their morning coffee together; for Romy, it was a pleasant way to start the day. But this morning, Romy wasn’t sure that would happen. Her heart ached at the thought of losing the small comforts that had developed between her and Emerald.
“Marilyn? Jesse should be here soon. Could you fix me a fruit plate, please?” Romy was startled by the sound of Emerald's voice as she cascaded down the staircase. Romy glanced at the actress, eyeing the silky white slip dress that hugged Emerald's perfect curves. The dress was short enough to show off the actress's shapely legs but still classy enough for a daytime look. Emerald's beautiful blond hair was voluminous, curly, and rich. As Emerald reached the bottom stair, she threw on a matching blazer, her six-inch stilettosclick-clackingon the marble floors. Romy gulped, her face blushing at the sight of Emerald's beauty. Not for the first time, Romy was speechless.
Emerald briefly made eye contact with Romy, stating in an icy tone, “We're leaving soon. I need you to drive behind myself and Jesse. Got it?” Romy bobbed her head, straightening her tie. “Yes, I understand. I'm ready to go whenever Jesse arrives.”
Marilyn set a plate of fresh, tropical fruits in front of Emerald and turned to Romy. “Did you want anything before you leave?” Romy shook her head; the anxiety brewing in her stomach had killed her appetite. “No thanks, I appreciate it.” Avoiding eye contact, Emerald sat in front of Romy, spearing a slice of cantaloupe with a fork. Finally, after a few moments, Emerald spoke, “How did you sleep? I'm guessing it was nice to be back in your own bed, huh?”
Romy couldn't tell if Emerald was being sarcastic; the truth was that Romy slept horribly. But she knew better than to share her truth. So instead, she replied, “I slept well, thanks. You?”
Stretching her arms wide, Emerald replied, “So good. I forgot how much I loved taking up space in my bed. And it was nice not to have to deal with snoring.”
Romy recognized the jab, ignoring Emerald's comment. Instead, she rose from the table. “I'm going to wait in the front foyer. I'll hop in my vehicle and follow you when Jesse arrives.”
“Cool,” Emerald replied curtly, focusing her attention on the fruit plate. Then, sighing audibly, Romy strolled away from the table, feeling uncomfortable.God, I can't wait to get out of here. The tension in this house is too much.
Thirty minutes later, Jesse arrived to pick Emerald up, and with Romy trailing close behind, the group soon reached Crystalline. Romy watched as Emerald exited the back seat and strolled towards the lounge. Romy took it as her cue to get out of her car and follow Emerald, maintaining two feet of distance between them. As Romy noticed Emerald approaching the entrance, she turned to look behind her, holding the door open for Romy. “Thanks,” Romy said, with the actress nodding her acknowledgement.
The group reached the rooftop patio, which was empty except for a bald, overly tanned gentleman in a checked suit and a short, younger-looking man in a plain black t-shirt. The checkered suit beamed at Emerald as she glided across the patio. “Emerald, my dear! You look stunning.” Romy watched Emerald and the bald man kiss on the cheeks before Emerald introduced her security.
“Chet, darling. It'ssolovely to see you!” Then, pointing to Romy, Emerald noted, “This is my bodyguard. She'll be hanging out in the background while we talk business.”
Emerald's agent appeared just as Romy imagined him—bald, loud, and bronze with a set of pearly-white dentures. To Romy, he looked like a used car salesman, although she was also aware that Chet Walker was one of Hollywood's top movie star agents. “Nice to meet ya, Romy.” He pumped the guard’s hand, exclaiming, “My, that's some handshake on you!” Chet turned to the younger gentleman, saying, “Rory, Emerald, no introductions are necessary for you two, correct?”
Emerald leaned in for him to kiss her cheek, gleaming at him with a charming smile. “Ofcourse not!Thanks so much for meeting with us. I'm excited to get back on track with this project.” Chet motioned for the group to sit down, but Romy preferred to stand to keep an eye on her surroundings. She slipped on her aviator sunglasses and held her arms crossed in front.
Emerald and her entourage chatted and laughed for what seemed like hours; Romy was bored, wishing she was at the gym.
Once the meeting had ended, Emerald stood up and announced, “Chet, we’d like some privacy, please,” as she pointed to Romy and herself. Emerald rarely needed to say more when explaining a request. Romy knew what would be coming next, and even with the tension between them, Romy had to admit that Emerald’s power and authority greatly aroused her.
“Of course, my dear. I’ll follow up on the details of what we discussed.” Chet gathered Rory as the men left the patio. “Pleasure to meet you, Romy. Enjoy the day, ladies!”
Once the two women were alone, Emerald turned to seduce Romy. She patted the seat beside her and offered, “Come sit beside me. I know last night was tough on both of us. I understand you don't want to be in a secret relationship.” Then, biting her bottom lip and batting her lashes, she added, “But you did mention that you didn't mind the job as it is, right?”
Romy froze, unsure of what to do. The confusion caused her mind to race in different directions. She felt her emotions spiral while her libido revved; having sex with Emerald was an exquisite experience, and her essence was intoxicating.
Brushing her dark hair out of her face, Romy nodded. “Um, yeah, that's true. Ididsay that. So, what do you want from me, Emerald? You want me to fuck you right here, on this rooftop patio?” Romy was being partly sarcastic, but she was pretty confident that Emerald was serious.
“Hmmm, mmm!” Emerald's eyes penetrated Romy, boring into her soul. As the women locked eyes, Emerald slowly began to lift her slip dress, teasing Romy with a subtle flash of her shaved pussy. “I'm not wearing any underwear either, so it's easy to access for your magical hands.” The actress slinked lower into the couch, out of view as Romy approached closer.
Fuck, she is driving me crazy.
Even though Romy was looming over Emerald, she felt as though Emerald was hunting her, luring Romy closer with suggestive movements.
Once Romy sat beside Emerald, Emerald slid a single strap off her right shoulder, slipping the material down past her breast and exposing a nipple. “Come here,” Emerald whispered, “Suck on it; I want you tofeel me, Romy. I want your hands all over my body. That's an order.”
Filled with chaotic desire, Romy couldn't hold back any longer. She knew this was Emerald's way of maintaining control after rejection, but she couldn’t help her own arousal that was overtaking her. Emerald's magnetic energy hypnotized Romy, and her sexual prowess was an undeniable force.
Wordlessly, Romy kneeled on the couch and put a palm between Emerald’s breasts, lowering her further into the patio furniture. Then, with her other hand, she lifted Emerald's dress so that the bottom half of her body was available. Emerald giggled at Romy's dominant move, succumbing to her power.
“If you want me to fuck you, you need to lay right there and be quiet. Don't say a word; just take it. Okay?” Romy ordered, feeling assertive and disconnected. If she were going to be used like a sex toy, then Romy would behave like one, void of emotion or softness.
