The Blue Room Vol. 2: The Blue Room Series by Gow Kailin

Author:Gow, Kailin [Gow, Kailin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: theEDGEbooks.com
Published: 2014-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

It's almost eight o'clock. Or, as I have taken to calling it in my head: showtime. Time to be a femme fatale – to be everything Mr. S. wants me to be. Kinky, wild, savage in bed, totally uninhibited. Willing to do or say or be or try anything – at least once.

Outside, at least, I look the part. I've sat silently and let Mrs. Walter's wonder team work their mysterious magic on me. They've done everything, absolutely everything: top to bottom, back to front. I've been shaved, waxed in places I didn't even know I had hair, been exposed to the most uncomfortable intimacies as every mole and pore on my person is pored over, in turn, and covered up. My eyebrows have been plucked to perfection. About twenty different products and creams have been massaged into my hair, and then Mrs. Walters and her redoubtable crew have taken a blow dryer and several styling mousses to it, so that it falls in glamour-girl ringlets around my bared shoulders. My skin they've treated with a light tanning solution, making me sun-kissed without making me look orange. My breasts are encased in a bra so flattering I think it's something out of science fiction. But it's the dress that's the real kicker. Gold sequined, skin-tight, off-the-shoulder, so form-fitting it looks like it's been poured onto me in the style of molten gold.

And in a box Mrs. Walters hands me with a smile, a box so precious and tidily wrapped it might as well be from Tiffany's, a blue sapphire bracelet: the sign that I am taken, tonight, that I am his.

To my surprise, Mrs. Walters finishes her primping and preening an hour early.

“Don't overexert yourself,” she says in a dry voice. “I've taken ages to get the makeup just right. Don't eat or drink anything. Try not to move. Try not to ruin all my hard work.”

“What, I should just sit still then?” My voice is heavy with sarcasm.

“That would be ideal,” she sighs. “But we're all human, aren't we.” With a click of her fingers she summons the rest of her team and they are on their way, leaving me alone in the hotel room that with every passing day feels more like a prison.

I sit for a while, staring straight ahead, trying to decide what to do. No Internet, no live TV, no real connection with the outside world. No real connection with anyone in here. I can't call Terrence, for obvious reasons. Part of me longs to call the only family I have left – but I'm not sure I'd be able to stand lying to my mother about my real plans for Thursday night. And I know that Mrs. Walters would have me shot like Roz if my mascara runs because of tears.

I flick through my contacts, and at last settle on one.

CALLING...BEN.... The phone lights up.

“Hello?” He almost sounds confused.

“Hey,” I say. “I'm sorry – this is stupid...”

“No...” His voice sounds sincere, now. Sweet. “What is it?”

“I've got a date in an hour.

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