Joanie by Lucy Heart

Author:Lucy Heart [Heart, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen: The Realization

Joanie’s room was on the fourth floor.

The hotel had used an old coal elevator to create the elevator up from the parking garage.

There was no such luxury for getting to the upper floors in the house.

So they had to walk it.

It was almost four o’clock in the morning. Kristen had gone to work that day, had dealt with two difficult rescues in a row and a mound of paperwork. She’d then proceeded to dance her ass off for all the acts that opened for Joanie.

And there had been a lot of opening acts.

At the beginning of the evening, Kristen had been tired. As the night progressed and each subsequent thing happened, Kristen grew more and more exhausted, and even with the attraction and the shock and the adrenaline...these things can only get you so far.

So, all of this is to say that by the time they reached that fourth floor…

Kristen was feeling it.

She was young, sure, but she wasn’t exactly in shape. She was in a kind of shape, which was really better than nothing. The human body, even in the best of conditions, can only go so long and so far before needing a snooze.

But Kristen didn’t need just a snooze.

She needed several hours of deep sleep, a couple plates of the dinner she’d missed and about an entire gallon of water, she was so dehydrated.

“This is it.” Joanie inclined her head toward the farthest door down on the left. There were only three rooms on this floor since it was the highest one in the old house, and these were technically the servants’ quarters from long ago. The much smaller rooms had been combined into a few really fantastic penthouse suites.

When Joanie fitted the key in the lock, turned the knob, pushed the door open and gestured inside, Kristen assumed it would reveal a hotel room. A very nice hotel room, but still...a hotel room.

She was a little off.

Kristen went to Vegas before for her senior trip, and that was the only thing the room immediately brought to mind. Everything that could be gilded in gold had been, which resulted in a very shiny view. The couch and chairs in the entryway had been upholstered with decadent (gold) tapestry fabric, and there were enormous paintings on the wall of overdressed women from previous centuries who had perfected the “nip slip.”

The wall was full of breasts.

The paintings, in thick golden frames, were all classic art, refined, tasteful, but they also made Kristen blush on sight.

She was no stranger to the naked female form, especially in art…

But this wasn’t a normal moment, was it?

Everything felt more immediate, somehow, when she glanced up at the closest piece of art. It was a print of Botticelli’s “The Birth of Venus,” but it’d been texturized, so that it looked for all intents and purposes like the original painting. The soft peach of the goddess’s nipple (the other one being “chastely” hidden by a careless wrist) was something that had somehow never drawn Kristen’s eye before tonight.

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