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“Steve?” She appears behind me but I hold out my arm.
“Who the fuck are you?” I step toward the man.
“Daphne, are you okay? I saw this man enter your apartment earlier. Should I call the cops?”
“No, Steve, it’s okay. I know him.” Daphne calmly answers him, but I don’t like the way this guy is looking at her.
“Why are you watching her apartment?” I ask, stepping toward him.
“Baby.” Daphne grabs my arm and I turn to look at her. This is the first time she’s called me that. This is the first time she’s called me any term of endearment.
“Baby?” Steve repeats, his eyes darting from her to me, then back to her. His face glows red as he balls his hands into fists. He turns around, stomping back to his apartment, muttering something before slamming the door.
“What the hell was that?”
“I told you about him. He asks me over for movies and stuff.”
“That’s the harmless guy? You’re giving him way too big a benefit of the doubt.”
“Come on, don’t let it ruin our night.” She presses her hands to my chest, reaching up to kiss me.
“Oh, before I forget.” I reach into my suit jacket and pull out the envelope. “Cash for your services on the trip. I figure you don’t want to carry it around all night and neither do I.”
She reaches out and takes it slowly. “This feels so wrong. I barely watched Daisy on the trip. Can’t we just call it a favor instead and you keep the money this time?”
“Fine,” I say, slipping it back into my pocket. “But for the record…” I grab a handful of her ass. “I would pay a hundred times what’s in this envelope for the way you sucked my cock on that trip.” I reach around her to close her apartment door, double-checking it’s locked when movement catches my peripheral vision. I glance over to her neighbor’s door that quickly shuts.
Was he watching us?
We head downstairs to my waiting car and go to dinner, but I have no intention of letting things with Steve go. I can read people and that guy isn’t harmless.
“Wow, I had no idea this place was here.” We step down off the street through a hidden door and into a jazz club. The lights are dim, the ambience romantic as the sultry voice of a woman on stage fills the room.
“Evening, Mr. Vaughn,” the owner greets me, taking us to a quiet circular booth in the far back of the club. It’s secluded but we can still see the stage in the small room. We place our drink orders with the waiter.
“I love the velvet.” She runs her hand over the tufted material of the booth. “This place is like a throwback.”
“It used to be a speakeasy during prohibition actually. The owner, Les Palmer, his grandfather started it, then his father ran it and now he does. It’s a jazz club but on the weekends like tonight, they also have cabaret.”
“So is this your go-to date spot?” She gives me a cute look but I know she’s being serious.
“No, baby.” I place my hand on her thigh beneath the table. “I’ve never brought any woman here.” I see it register on her face. Without saying it, I just told her that I never even brought my wife here. Mira didn’t enjoy things like this; she also wouldn’t enjoy the seduction of cabaret, even if it’s classy and the women don’t get completely nude.
“Here you are,” the waiter says, placing our glasses down. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” I nod and take a sip of my scotch.
“This is delicious.” Daphne sips her champagne cocktail. “How’s your scotch?”
“You know, it’s missing a little something.”
“Soda?” she says innocently and it makes me chuckle.
“No, something sweeter.” I lean in, running my hand up her thigh. “May I?” She looks at me, unsure.
“What?”
“Open your thighs for me.” She glances around the room. “Don’t worry, nobody is looking.”
“Um, are you sure?”
