WARNING: This part contains drug use and explicit sexual content.
You can tell a lot about a man by the way he drives a car. That was one of the only bits of accurate wisdom Scarlett’s mother had ever given her. Men that drove sloppily were doomed to be sloppy in life, bumbling in and out of jobs, relationships and problems. Raze Constantine drove smooth and fast like the burning undulations of a tattoo machine, weaving in and out of traffic. Never once in their ten mile journey across town in his sleek black Mercedes did he have to slam on brakes. He even managed to point out landmarks along the way. Strangely though, Scarlett never feared for a moment that they wouldn’t make it to their destination.
Pulling over abruptly, they stopped in front of a large, silvery high-rise. The architecture was ultra-modern with sleek points and curves. A stately gentleman in a suit opened her door and held it as she got out. Scarlett blushed in spite of herself, being unaccustomed to having people wait on her and slightly embarrassed at her one little suitcase that the doorman retrieved out of the trunk. “I’ll take that, Andrew,” he said, taking the suitcase. Scarlett waited for him obediently on the sidewalk, waves of uncertainty rolling around in her belly. She leaned back, looking up at the building that loomed before her and realizing that she could not see the top. The spires disappeared into the clouds like Jack’s beanstalk. “Welcome to RazCon,” he said in her ear, startling her with his sudden closeness.
“I guess I didn’t know what you meant about towers,” Scarlett sighed.
He chuckled and took her hand. She stared down at it, shocked at the intimacy of this small gesture. “You’ll get used to it. Which reminds me…” He dropped her hand a moment and went into the breast pocket on his shirt. “You’ll need this.” He handed her a small card with her picture and a magnetic strip. “It’s a keycard. It will open almost any door in the building. Of course most of them you’ll have no need to open, but I wanted you to have full access. It should also get you past the concierge after hours, should you be coming in alone. Just don’t lose it. I’d have to change all the locks.” He grinned and winked playfully as she took it.
“I’ll keep it safe,” she promised.
“Good,” he replied, taking her arm and weaving it through his. “Come on, I’ll show you the penthouse and then you can come down and see the studio.”
Scarlett was all eyes as they entered through the enormous revolving doors and into the vast lobby of RazCon Towers. Men and women dressed in smart suits and shiny shoes rushed this way and that, swinging their briefcases. A row of glass elevators framed the reception desk seeming to run up and down in an endless stream carrying people from one floor to the next. The floors beneath their feet were polished gray marble that sparkled in the sun streaming through the windows surrounding the lobby. She felt so… shabby, walking through this place and she instinctively curled into Raze’s side. “It’s beautiful,” she said, allowing him to lead her past the reception desk and the bank of elevators. For a moment she was afraid that he would take them up the stairs and she just didn’t think she could climb to the top floor of this place, but he stopped at a smaller elevator on the far end of the hall and swiped his keycard. The doors opened and he motioned her inside.
Their long journey on the elevator ended on the 60th floor and the doors opened into the foyer of what could only be the penthouse Raze had spoken of. To say that it was the picture of opulence would be an understatement, but it was in no way sterile. The dark wood floors were covered with lush rugs in deep colors of rust and wine. One entire wall was glass, looking out over London, and it curved with the dome at the top of the building. In one corner, an enormous dark- finish grand piano stood proudly over the miraculous view. “Do you play?” she asked, pointing at the instrument.
“A little from time to time. I’m afraid I don’t have as much free time these days as I’d like,” he replied. Deep leather couches and chaises were strewn about the room in a couple of casual seating areas. Some arranged by the fireplace, others pointed toward the flat screen television that hung like a painting over a barrister styled bookcase. A tray had been left on the ottoman in front of the large couch and, upon inspection, Scarlett could see that it held the remains of Raze’s coffee and a half-eaten omelet. On one end of the apartment, a half-wall separated the kitchen from what served as the dining room. She could see that beyond the kitchen was a door leading onto a balcony that she imagined would extend around the entire place. “This is breathtaking,” she commented. “I never thought that an apartment could be so… large.”
“It’s comfortable. I figured that if I had to live where I work, then the living space could be as luxurious as I wanted.” She wandered into the living room, trying to keep from gawking at this place she would be calling home for the foreseeable future. The room was warm and a fresh fire had been started in the fireplace, giving off a scent that conjured images of autumn and home. “Through the doorway there is the kitchen. I have a housekeeper that comes in each day and cooks, but you’re welcome to anything that’s there. And of course if there’s anything you’d like in the way of groceries, she goes to the market every couple of days. Just write it down on the list by the fridge.” The kitchen looked like something out of House Beautiful or Epicurious. Granite countertops and stainless steel appliances gave the appearance of a restaurant quality kitchen. “Would you like some coffee? I made a fresh pot earlier that should still be hot.”
“No thanks. Maybe in a little while,” she replied, peeking out the glass door and onto the balcony. “Does the balcony go all the way around?”
“Not all the way. Come, I’ll show you.” He led her out of the glass door and onto a patio that looked like a secret garden, suspended a thousand feet in the air. There was a small swimming pool there with a couple of comfy-looking chaises and umbrellas beside it. “This place is wonderful for night swimming. You don’t need a suit. No one can see you at this height.” Scarlett’s stomach flipped over again, imagining Raze swimming naked in this pool. Though his face had gentle lines of age creasing his brow and around his eyes, he wore it well. For a moment she wondered what his body looked like underneath those clothes. She could tell that there were sharp angles there and elongated lines, but she wanted to feel the musculature underneath. She could feel his strength in the hand that held hers. Surely he was no less than an Adonis.
“I wouldn’t think it would ever be warm enough to swim on the roof in London,” she joked nervously. The gray sky overhead certainly seemed to suggest her accuracy.
“The pool is heated, you silly girl,” he teased. “And if you still need warmth there are propane torches.” He laughed. “You Americans and your delicate constitution.” He tugged her arm gently and led her back inside. Through the kitchen and living room, Scarlett noticed that there were vaulted ceilings and a gallery overhead that must lead to the sleeping areas. A polished oak staircase led upstairs. Raze paused at the door and grabbed her suitcase, so she assumed that she would at least have a room of her own. “Up here there are two suites, each with a private bath. Yours is to the right.” He pointed the way with his arm, gesturing for her to go first.
From the moment she stepped through, she felt at home. Perhaps more than she ever had before. Scarlett’s life had always been turbulent and she never felt that she had a place of refuge, but everything about the guest suite in this decadent palace invited her in. The bed was an expanse of fluffy pillows in shades of champagne and pewter. A large window to one side looked out onto the patio she’d seen earlier. In fact, she could see the swimming pool and she blushed at the possibility of late-night spying. There was a small glass fireplace built into the wall that separated the bedroom from the bath. A ceiling fan turned slowly overhead with a soft light emanating from its center. “Is this alright? I mean, I hadn’t had this room furnished until now. Last week it was a storage room with an exercise machine and lots of my old clothes strewn about. If it’s not to your liking, we can always call the decorator back.” His voice was so eager, as if he were truly anxious that she would not feel contented here. But how could she not. Though the room was a bit more masculine than she would have designed for herself, it was beautiful and near-perfect.
“No. I can’t imagine a more wonderful place. Thank you for going to so much trouble for me.” She tried to look up into his eyes, but found that she could not do it. In fact, her heart pounded in her chest at the prospect.
“As you mentioned last night, you’re going to be here for quite some time. I want you to be comfortable. Please feel free to help yourself to anything here. Food, appliances, books… whatever you need. I’m afraid I’m not here very much. There may be days when you don’t see me at all and I frequently have to travel on business. But the housekeeper, Mrs. Krauss and of course Geoffrey, will be here to keep you company.”
“Do they both live here?”
“Geoffrey does. His room is downstairs past the dining room. Mrs. Krauss lives here in London with her husband. She arrives at 6 in the morning and is usually gone by afternoon, though she will stay and prepare a special meal if I ask.”
“I don’t mind cooking,” she murmured. “Though I wouldn’t presume to know what you’d like.” A smile played on the corners of her mouth.
“I’m not that hard to please,” he replied with a chuckle that let her know that he’d caught her little joke. “As long as you don’t burn the place down.” Then there was an awkward silence. He stood there, shifting from one foot to the other with his hands shoved down into his pockets, looking almost boyish. “Well, I suppose I’ll leave you to get settled,” he said. “I’ll just go do some work. In my office. Here in the house. We can go down to see the studio later if you like.”
“Thank you,” she said, offering a smile. “I’d like to see it.” He nodded and went back downstairs, leaving her alone. She closed the door behind him and collapsed against it. Soon she was giggling like a schoolgirl. It was a nervous laughter, but also one of complete exhilaration. What on Earth had she done to deserve this? She couldn’t help but think that the other shoe was about to drop any second. She was so used to seemingly good things in her life suddenly blowing up in her face. Why should this be any different? Would Raze turn out to be some kind of pervert billionaire? Or worse, some psycho who would hold her hostage here in his tower like a Rapunzel for the 21st Century? Although, even Rapunzel couldn’t complain about such a tower. It was like she had fallen into a fairy tale, even if the prince was somewhat mysterious.
It took only a few minutes to unpack her suitcase and put it into the back of her closet. Looking at the few things hanging there, she suddenly realized that she had packed for a couple of days in London, not a couple of months. Perhaps later she could walk down to some of the surrounding shops and at least buy some underwear. The lack of underwear made her think of David. “Shit, he’s probably worried sick that he hasn’t heard from me.” She fished her cellphone out of her jacket pocket and switched it on, expecting to find several missed calls. There was nothing. “Hmm… that’s odd,” she murmured. David usually behaved like her nursemaid. Constantly keeping tabs on her behavior and telling her what to do. Sometimes she felt more like his naughty child than his client. It could be annoying at times, but sadly, she felt that he was the only person on Earth that truly cared for her and that made him worthy of her consideration. She scrolled through her contacts until she found his name. She pressed the ‘send’ button, but nothing happened. Putting the phone up to her ear, there was nothing but silence. She tried it again, but with the same result. “Damnit,” she sighed, punching the number on the touchscreen manually. This time all she got was a message telling her that she would need an international calling code. She let out a growl of frustration and tossed the phone aside. “Put a cellphone on the shopping list as well,” she grumbled, falling backward onto the bed and letting the jetlag get a hold of her once more.
His cool hand slid along her thigh, the most delicate of touches. She trembled beneath him, but she was not afraid and the cool of his skin was comforting. Her chest heaved and she felt for a moment that she would cease to breathe, but she did not. The air was so thick. Sliding higher, carefully avoiding her sex, his fingertips traced the inside of her thigh and up to the crease where her leg met the torso. “I’ve waited so long for you.” His voice was so far away, yet it echoed around her, so smooth but with a hardened edge that could turn from sensual to frightening in the space of a word. The nuances went straight to her sex and for a moment there was an intense heat. A burning that was almost painful and she opened her thighs slightly to cool it. “Alone and melancholy.” He breathed over her sex and she could see it plume from between his lips like the smoke of a fiery dragon. Again she tried to move, but a firm hand placed on her hip prevented it. She was welded to the spot and she whimpered at being bound so. She strained her neck to see him, but only caught the top of his head as it dipped between her thighs once more. This time he stayed and the moist heat of his mouth closed over her opening. She cried out into the viscous darkness and heard the muffled sound. The ends of his hair tickled her thighs as he nuzzled his nose against the soft curls that covered the swollen lips of her sex. Then there was another sensation as his fingertips moved over the labia, rubbing in gentle circles that made her throb deep within. Without the slightest touch, she could feel herself open up as if her body was reaching out to him. She felt so empty inside and the warmth he offered would fill her up. She’d never be sad or wanting again. She tried to speak to him, but that oily, thick darkness swallowed up her words.
He parted the tiny nether lips, covered with slick dew, with the tips of his fingers and then kissed her sex fully as if it were a ravenous little mouth. Pushing his tongue inside, her inner muscles pulled and squeezed, as if they wanted to pull the rest of him into her. However, he was strong and teased her well, letting just the tip of the tiny muscular organ slide into her depths. A gentle largo rhythm that mimicked his cock, pressing in a little deeper each time until she was reaching down to grab at the golden strands of his hair. To pull him away or push him inside further, she wasn’t quite sure. The pleasure he inflicted was sharp and almost painful but she craved it. The gentle suction of his mouth with every breath he took drove her further and further toward the edge. She tried to call out his name, but the words died once more and she whimpered with frustration, closing her eyes against the tears.
All too soon, he pulled back and began weaving a trail of kisses over her thighs and belly, then tracing around each nipple before arriving at her neck. His breath hovered against her throat and he kissed gently. She wanted to open her eyes to see him, but she couldn’t. It was as if something held them closed. Working his way higher, he kissed her mouth. She could taste her essence on his lips and the bitter taste made her hungry for him. Opening her mouth to him, they kissed deeply. Every breath she took was one he had given with his own lungs. It was both suffocating and sensual. The thought that he was all that kept her alive.
“You’re mine, Scarlett. Body and soul.” The words were familiar and she opened her eyes.
Azrael raised up over her, his skeletal wings sprouting from between his shoulder blades with a grotesque ripping sound. She stared into his face as it changed from Raze to a death’s head. She screamed as he smiled to reveal glistening fangs, dripping with blood. “Body and soul,” he growled, tearing at her throat.
Scarlett sat straight up, a scream ripping from her chest so pugnaciously that she could feel it burning in the back of her throat. When she opened her eyes, the room was near dark in the fading twilight. For a moment she didn’t remember where she was, but the clean scent of the room seemed to orient her. She rubbed her head, still aching from the violence of her dream. How long had she slept? And what had brought on such a nightmare? Putting a hand to her throat, she rubbed it absently. Some part of her almost believed that she would find a gaping wound there where the angel had torn at her neck. Her angel… or was it Raze? Like dreams sometimes do, it had already begun to fade. Had it been Raze in her dream? Everything had been so blurry. The sensual way in which he’d touched her and then the savage brutality…She’d been dreaming of her angel since the night she’d almost died, but he’d never sprouted fangs and tried to kill her. She rolled over and pulled herself to her feet, trying to get her bearings. She could feel the dull ache deep in her belly that heralded a crash from the pills she’d had that morning. Hopefully she could find her purse and stop the ache before it moved into her head, making her feel sick and feverish. She was unsteady as she groped around the room, looking for the light switch.
“Are you alright?” Raze burst into the room looking as if he’d been asleep himself. “I heard you screaming!”
She jumped, hearing his voice so suddenly. She turned, his body closer than she had thought. Their eyes met momentarily and she felt the flush glowing in her cheeks. Seeing him so close, there was no doubt that he had been her demon lover. “Yes, I’m fine.” She smiled sheepishly and squinted as he flipped the light on. “I must have been dreaming.”
“Evidently,” he panted. “You scared me half to death.”
“No… no need. I was just worried for a moment.” He pushed his hands through his hair, making it stand out in messy spikes. “I see you’ve gotten settled.”
“Pretty much,” Scarlett replied. “Though I was reminded of the fact that I only packed for a few days. I don’t suppose there’s someplace around here where I might pick up a few things. I’m afraid David packed my suitcase with every impractical thing in my closet.”
Raze chuckled. “Of course.” He looked down at his watch and shook his head. “It seems your jetlag caught up to you.”
“Yeah, I didn’t intend to stay asleep so long,” she said, looking around for her purse. “I hope you weren’t waiting for me.”
He smiled. “Not at all. I actually went down for a meeting and did some work in my office. Tried to look important.”
Scarlett giggled and spied her purse strap sticking out from under the bed. “Looking important is a good thing.” She reached down, taking hold of the strap and tugging the bag out and clutching it to her chest. “Whew… I thought I had left this back at the hotel,” she lied. The contract had specifically stated that she wasn’t to have any sort of drugs on her. Somehow she’d have to get rid of him before she could quell the junkie beast within. “I’d be lost without it. No cell phone, you know.”
He smirked and nodded toward the nightstand. “Your cell phone is there. Not that it will work here anyway. Unless it’s an international, of course.”
“I was wondering why it wouldn’t work. I needed to call David.”
“You can use the phone downstairs, for now. The calling code is written on the pad beside it.”
Scarlett nodded. “Thanks.” She nibbled on her lower lip, a nervous habit she had when she was lying.
“Look, since it’s so late, why don’t we save the studio tour ‘til the morning and we can go and have dinner together. I’ll be glad to take you someplace to find something more casual to wear.”
“Thank you,” she said again, her heart pounding. “Just give me a second. You know, to freshen up.”
“Of course. I’ll just go down and wait for you.”
As soon as he was gone, Scarlett upended her purse and poured the contents onto the bed. Several prescription bottles fell out and she gathered them up, examining the labels. Her hands still shook from the fear she’d felt just after the nightmare, making it difficult to focus on the tiny print. Not to mention that her body was crying out for a fix. She struggled to open one of the bottles, and when she finally did the pills sprayed over the comforter. Grabbing a couple, she swallowed them dry, exhaling with slow relief. In just a moment she’d be fine. No avenging angel wearing the guise of Raze Constantine. No more doubt and fear. She would drown them all in a swirling mist of intoxication. Slowly she sank to the bed, feeling her heartbeat slow down and her muscles quiet. A blessed tranquility wrapped itself around her, driving her fears and imagined inadequacies away. Just a few more moments and she could fly.