Abel
Once Adam is out of sight, I get up and start blotting Tom’s clothes with a napkin.
“It’s not doing any good,” he hisses.
“Then let’s go back to your place so you can change into something more comfortable. Like nothing.” Gag.
“You really want to?” No.
“Yes, I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Bigger gag.
“Let’s go,” Tom says and throws enough cash down on the table to cover the check.
In the limo, he starts trying to paw at me. I push him away.
“What’s wrong, Abel? Let’s get this party started. Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“I haven’t. I just don’t want my first time to be in a car,” I say and open the mini fridge. There’s a bottle of champagne. Yes.
“Your first time? Seriously?” he asks as I open the champagne.
“Yes. Do you want a glass of this to celebrate?” I ask and pour two glasses without waiting for his answer.
“Jackpot,” is all he says. How I ever found this disgusting excuse of a man attractive, I’ll never know.
I slip the sedative into his drink while his attention is focused on my butt. I had to bend over to put the champagne back in the fridge, and I use the distraction to my advantage.
I hand him the glass, and he drinks it down in two gulps “Jackpot,” I say and wink at him. He has no idea why.
I try to move the conversation towards the deal without making it obvious that I know about it, but it doesn’t work. Tom is starting to get loopy so I try asking him questions about where he stores important things. I tell him I have something precious and very sensitive that I need to store securely, but he’s already showing signs of the drugs. He just makes a bunch of dirty jokes about storing something sensitive inside me and I want to punch him in his stupid face.
The limo pulls up in front of his building and I have to half carry him to the elevator. I slip his key out of his pocket and he tries to grope me again. I almost drop him on the floor, but he might hit his head. If I have to call an ambulance, I’ll end up getting nothing out of this night.
The elevator ride up to his penthouse takes forever. It’s right after dinnertime, so lots of his neighbors are coming and going. Most of them just smile and laugh at him. Some people give us the side eye. I just hope we get to the top quickly because he’s almost unconscious and is quite heavy. The elevator dings, the doors slide open, and I’m finally able to drag him into his apartment.
The place is so big I don’t know if I can pull him far enough to put him in bed or even on the couch. He’s totally out now, just like Adam said, and completely dead weight. So I just drop him on the foyer floor. Ooops.
I ride the elevator back down and get Adam from the lobby. Tom is still out cold when we get back into his apartment.
“Showtime,” I say. “Where do we begin?”
“I’ll start down here. You take a look around upstairs,” Adam says and nods towards the staircase leading up to the second floor of the penthouse.
We’re lucky that Tom’s domestic staff has gone home for the day, so we have free access to his apartment. I don’t know what we would have done if he had a live-in housekeeper but we don’t have to worry about that. Upstairs, I find the master bedroom and several smaller bedrooms too. There is also a gym and a door that is locked. I’m not sure I want to know what’s in there but I’m going to have to find out. Maybe I’ll send Adam into that room.