Fool for Love by Mel Curtis

Author:Mel Curtis [Curtis, Mel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Purple Papaya LLC
Published: 2013-08-26T07:00:00+00:00

“Vivian, wait.” Blue hurried out to the shadowy driveway.

Vivian Gordon’s long blond hair was slicked back and soaking into the back of her red T-shirt. She had the door of her Mercedes coupe open before Blue reached her.

“Wait.” He grabbed the door. “I’m Blue Rule. We met at a Flash game a few months ago.”

“I know who you are. I got your messages.” She stared at her toenails. Her bikini top triangles were soaking through the front of her T-shirt.

And yet Blue was unaffected. It was Maddy he wanted. Insightful, infuriating, Queen of the Comeback, Maddy. And Maddy he’d get when he was done here. The rest of it – the ego boost, the power surge, his bruised principles – he’d deal with his feelings after he’d dealt with his desire for Maddy. “Why did you come tonight? Those women are decades older than you are.”

“My Aunt Winnie thought the experience would do me good. But I think I’m scarred for life.”

Suddenly, Blue felt as if they’d just had no-names-sex in a club bathroom stall. “I…uh…I know this is going to sound weird, but if you ever need someone to talk to, about the divorce or anything – ”

“Divorce? Who said anything about a…” Vivian pinned him with sharp green eyes. “Did Jack tell you he was divorcing me?”

Shit. He felt like slime. “Well…uh…”

“I’ll kill him.”

“Let’s not get carried away.”

“My husband hired you people to get my rocks off and my aunt was in on it. Why shouldn’t I get carried away?” Vivian jumped behind the wheel, pulling the door closed so fast she almost caught Blue’s fingers.

“It’s not like that,” Blue protested, but she was gone.

He went inside and retrieved Mr. Jiggles, who was so exhausted, he didn’t so much as growl when Blue put him in his messenger bag carrier. The older ladies were in the kitchen, laughing and joking with each other. Their joie de vivre was contagious and would have made him smile if only one person wasn’t missing. “Where’s Maddy?”

Winnie beamed at him, looking less carnivorous than usual. “Maddy just left.”

“Can we do that again next week, Blackie?” Mary tucked a one hundred dollar bill in Blue’s pants pocket, like he was a stripper.

The tawdriness of what he’d done washed over Blue in a wave of revulsion that had him gasping like a fish washed ashore. This was why he didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. Dooley Rule had no moral boundaries. At least when Blue had sex with a woman, he called it sex, not a Freedom Transformation. There was nothing freeing about what he’d done.

Winnie gasped dramatically. “Mama! That was inappropriate. Apologize.”

“Why?” Mary harrumphed. “Tipping is de rigueur. And he earned it.”

Taking slow, deep breaths, Blue gripped the white granite island countertop. Everything in Winnie’s house was clean, yet Blue felt dirty.

“Give her back the money,” Winnie commanded.

Blue set the bill on the counter and mumbled his goodbyes.

He sat in the Cayenne, blasting the air conditioner until both he and Mr. J had snapped out of their funk.

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