Chapter 10
Gerald sat on the left side, middle of the table, listening to the various conversations humming around him. The people were all pretentious assholes. Someone was talking about stocks and the latest increase in the mutual fund market. Another person felt that everyone around them was fascinated by a woman’s list of the renovations they’d “had to do” to their villa in Tuscany. And the two at the end of the table, his mother had given the chair at the head of the table to Senator Something-or-Other and he was about to start fisticuffs with the man to his right. Gerald had no idea what they were arguing about, nor did he care.
Gerald was having a lovely fantasy about leaving this table and going back to his apartment where Emily would be waiting for him. She would be naked. Maybe even tipsy? Yes, that would be extra nice. Then he could convince her to do things to him that she wouldn’t normally do.
Maybe he could even get a few of those yummy pills that someone had given him. He’d used them on his last mistress. She’d been furious when she’d woken up the following morning, screaming about how he’d drugged her and…well, that had been the end of the relationship. The bitch hadn’t appreciated anything he’d done for her.
What sort of Christmas present should he get for Emily? She deserved something nice. Maybe he could convince his mother to increase his allowance. He could maybe get Emily a diamond bracelet. No, that was too much. Maybe some ruby earrings? Yes, rubies were cheaper but still something that impressed the masses. Rubies were so low class, but Emily would think they were special.
He chuckled at the thought of how she would show her appreciation to him for the gift. As soon as he heard his laughter, Gerald looked around. Thankfully, his laughter seemed to coincide with the other people’s conversation, so it didn’t seem odd.
Surreptitiously, Gerald glanced down at his watch. How much longer would this dinner last? He wanted to get out of here. He wanted to go back to his apartment and peruse the…?
No! He wanted to drive by Emily’s house. Unfortunately, he had no idea where she lived. He had a vague sense of the area, since he’d followed her several times. But Emily had odd work hours, sometimes not leaving the club until the early hours of the morning. So he still wasn’t exactly sure of her address. He’d have to fix that. Soon!
As his mother’s servants came around with yet another course, Gerald contemplated ways to find out where Emily lived. He could ask her, of course. But he wasn’t ready to reveal his interest in the lovely waitress. No, he’d drive over to his club. It was closed today, though he didn’t understand why. Emily had said something about giving the staff the day off to celebrate the holiday with their families. That sounded idiotic. Staff were paid to be available whenever they were needed.
Still, the fact that the club was closed today gave him an idea. If he went to the club, the administrative offices would be completely empty. Then he could sneak into Emily’s office and, perhaps, find out where she lived. And maybe, just maybe, he could leave a few delicious surprises for her!