The Blue Room Vol. 2: The Blue Room Series Read Online Free Page A

again.
                “Careful!”
                A
voice behind me makes me whirl around sharply so that I almost lose my balance.
                “What
do you want?” For a second I forget I'm supposed to be a Blue Girl – compliant,
fulfilling every fantasy. I'm just me – and I'm annoyed.
                “I
just wanted to make sure everything's OK,” the man says.
                He
seems almost familiar, but I can't place him. He's very handsome –
devastatingly so – with a chiseled face and neatly cut dark hair that shows
off  his hazel golden eyes perfectly, eyes framed with long lashes that women
would kill to have. His sensual lips are the color of rosy pearl. He's the
handsomest man I've seen here – the Blues brothers excluded, and I give a
little gasp in spite of myself.
                “Why
wouldn't it be?”
                His
eyes flicker over to the treadmill dashboard.
                With
surprise I note that I've been working out for three hours. A red flashing
light is indicating something bad.
                “You're
pounding it pretty hard, there.”
                His
voice is friendly, non-threatening, barely even registering my outright
hostility. I soften up. At once I remember that real people stay in the Blue
Towers – not just hookers and patrons. Business travels. Captains of industry. Real
people. Not like me. I feel embarrassed for how angrily I reacted.
                “I'm
sorry,” I say. “I get kind of out of it when I work out.”
                He
hands me a fresh towel and a cone of water from the water machine.
                “Hey,
I get you,” he laughs. “When someone tries to disrupt me, I'm a regular lion. I
bite their heads off. I should have known better than to try and interfere with
someone else.”
                “It's
cool,” I say.
                “But
health and safety and all that,” he gives a little laugh. “I'm pretty sure you
need some water before you collapse on the treadmill.”
                “Let's
say I have a lot of tension to work out,” I say.
                He
laughs again, and I too can't help but smile. It's nice, I think – so nice – to
be talking to someone normal, someone from outside the Blue world. Just another
guest at a hotel. Who thinks I'm just another guest at a hotel. Someone
treating me like a person again, not just a slab of meat.
                “What's
on your mind?” he says.
                “Work
stuff.” It's all I can say, really.
                “Mergers
and acquisitions,” he asks, with a wink.
                Well,
merging is certainly part of it, isn't it? “I'm in the entertainment industry,”
I say.
                “Oh,”
he looks impressed. “Might I have seen you in anything recently?”
                I
flush, trying to come up with a good lie. At last, the truth seems easiest.
“You're not exactly an actor, are you?”
                “And
here I was hoping you thought I was a Hollywood heartthrob,” he grins.
                “Quick
tip,” I say. “When you're in LA – if you have to ask 'have I seen you in
anything,' the answer is usually no.”
                “I
find that surprising,” he says. “You've got presence.”
                “I'm aspiring ,” I say. “You'll find a lot of us here in LA.”
                “I'm
afraid it's all pretty new to me,” he says. “I'm from New York. I'm in
finance.”
                “Huh,”
I tease him. “Own any companies I've heard of?”
                He
flushes slightly, and lets loose a boyish grin that brings out dimples so
charmingly sweet that I can’t help but smile back at him. His teeth are
Hollywood white. He could so easily be mistaken for a leading