Present
I sipped the glass of wine I’d ordered. It was an expensive vintage, the bouquet excellent. I could taste the grape which had been fermented over a period of fifty years sliding over my tongue like smooth silk.
I closed my eyes and savored the memory of the woman who had taught me to drink wine, to appreciate the art that went into making every bottle. The ingenuity of all the people involved to make something that seemed so simple at its heart. “You have to take the moment, Bryce, know that hours and hours of work went into it. You can taste the passion then. Just like our science, you can taste the passion in the end result.”
Drifting into the memory, I hoped to see her face. It faded more with every passing year.
As I exhaled, I glanced around the room. The people in the establishment were sophisticated, heavy-paying patrons with plenty of wealth—and not just wealth, but names labeled with respect. The intelligent ones were always the ones looking from across a group filled with morons. That memory returned with every taste.
Sasha was late again; waiting for her, I ordered the wine she enjoyed most. She finally appeared. She was apologetic, but I understood; science was our second love. Still, I couldn’t help wondering if, with time, my feelings might change and make me bitter and regretful of her long hours.
She always spent more time than she intended while involved with the alien specimens. I had my own interests, my own duties to the job. However, my heart ached with devotion to her.
My work entwined into several projects. I could manage my work and still be hers. Again, I wasn’t jealous. I had no right to be. The project she was working on was taking an interesting twist. We spoke of it often, comparing notes. She loved to hear my input. Yet I often wondered if it was mostly to challenge my observations.
My eyes danced across the room and found an attractive face peering in my direction when she took a call. Having spotted him long before she had arrived, I even welcomed his glances. Weakened by my own desires, I found the strength never to act upon them. Even though I needed more, I was devoted to the relationship. Sasha, unfortunately, left me longing for companionship far too often.
“Bryce, the least you can do is pretend you’re interested in seeing me.”
I glanced across the table at her and smiled, caught. She had been talking, apparently to herself, while I exchanged glances with the man across the room.
“Is there another place you’d rather be?” she asked in a spiteful tone.
Embarrassed, I was about to apologize; however, she didn’t give me the opportunity.
“Are you blushing, Dr. Müller?” she asked instead, further embarrassing me.
Avoiding her eyes, I took a drink of wine. She had me sweating under the collar and fidgeting in my seat.
“He’s rather handsome, I can see.” She turned and gave him a look. This was one time my wandering eyes had been caught. “And young. Maybe late 20s.”
“Sasha, please … I was merely admiring him.” My explanation was pointless, regardless of what I thought. She could always reduce me to a fumbling fool, no matter the situation. The wrong words always slipped through my lips. My gaze dropped.
“The least you could do is be discreet,” she added. “Yet you haven’t been, have you? You never are. Why are you even with me?”
Quickly, I glanced up. “I love you,” I said, reaching over. She made no attempt to return the gesture and instead did quite the opposite. “Why would you ask that?”
“Honestly, I don’t care,” she said boldly. “This hasn’t been much of a marriage anyway. You obviously like him. I knew this when I met you. I was never afraid I would lose you to another woman … quite the opposite. But I guess I was young and thought I could change you.”
Surprised by her speech, I stared back in amazement. “I love you. The fact that my eyes wander from time to time means nothing. I admire beauty in everything. I’m with you. I love you.”
“It’s not enough. I believe that you believe that,” she said. “That’s why I ignore it.” She gave me a quick smile. “Now, let’s drop it and try to enjoy what’s left of this dinner. Then, you can return to your boy toy. I don’t care.”
She was blunt. As much as I loved that about her, I despised it at the same time.
There was nothing more to say. I let it go.
“I’m sorry I was late,” she said after a moment, our little disagreement a faded memory like everything else. “A lot is going on. Tomorrow, we’re testing the dark substance discovered on the ship.” Our eyes met again. “Yes, that same substance and, yes, I have taken precautions. I have a good feeling about it this time. It could be another form of energy, something different from the crystals.” She took a drink of wine.
She was excited. I tried to keep my eyes on her, even when I saw my suitor get up and walk to the door of the restaurant. My eyes danced from over the rim of my glass to see his form behind her.
He looked back at me and appeared rather disappointed to see me no longer alone. My eyes dropped, glancing at the items on the table instead as I lowered my glass. The plates each held individual servings of, seasoned veggies and seasoned potatoes, completed with fresh rolls. The fillet and steak came on their own plates.
I glanced up. “The few samples you sent to my lab left me concerned. It looks quite unstable, and if I may say, alive.” I sipped more wine.
As always, my observations disturbed and annoyed her. Nevertheless, after the incident in the lab, I was cautious not to introduce any foreign elements to the black substance. We still didn’t understand it.
Sasha peered over with a furrowed brow. “Alive? Is that your scientific evaluation?” she rudely asked. She hadn’t been there when it unleashed and killed our colleagues. She hadn’t seen the nightmare I had witnessed.
I was solemn, but she didn’t seem to take me seriously. Something about the samples made me wary. The substance was dark, tar-like; it moved at one point as I did my examination. And even though it was a tiny sample, I was wary of it growing into something far more to fear. Afraid and worried it would escape, I contained it.
It moved, stretching tiny arms, feeling its surroundings from within the glass container. It was an organism; it was alive, but what was it? All it reminded me of was … a “parasite”. It stuck to its host. Attached its tentacles to each of my colleagues. It was looking for something. Yet what, I had no clue.
It had escaped. I had no time then to rationalize the implications of such a thing. My warnings had fallen on deaf ears. It hadn’t been contained. And it was adaptable. What would it do if introduced to our environment? That worried me. And now Sasha was heading along the same path.
“We plan to test it on one of the specimens, see what reactions it’ll have, if any … and if there are any similarities to the crystals.”
“Have you forgotten what happened? I’m concerned about their instability. I would be cautious, my love. How do you plan to test the subject?” I asked curiously.
My concerns only angered her.
She regarded the room, contemplating my words. She had always been scornful and competitive. “We will be better prepared. The fact that Andrew failed to secure the project cost him his life and the lives of others. Don’t forget, it was Dr. Colbert, your treasured colleague that failed to follow procedure. I won’t make the same mistake,” she shot back.
She was scrutinizing me as I met her gaze with a clenched jaw. She would remind me of that. I only knew a few details. Dr. Colbert had begun the experiment. Sasha, to this day, could not account for her time or whereabouts. However, she claimed she wasn’t there when it had happened.
“Of course, we’ve examined it, but a ‘parasite’ is not something we would conclude. Where did you get such an assumption?” she mocked.
Those were the very words I had used to describe the thing to those at The Company, already aware she had read the report regarding the incident. “The samples I sent were not enough to make that conclusion.”
Agitated by my question, she gazed over, taking another sip wine. She was far more confident than I.
“Well, I would recommend extra precautions. As I mentioned, the substance makes me nervous. It’s not meant to be handled. It’s far too unstable. It’s a living organism. It’s highly unpredictable and dangerous.”
An eyebrow twisted slightly. Did I dare question her scientific observations, those dark eyes seemed to ask?
Sasha took another call. When I was about to speak, she put up a finger to stop me. “I have to take this,” she said. Into the phone she uttered, “Yes.” Unable to hear the person at the other end, she rose and walked away from the table.
I was left alone, looking at my cold fillet. I released a breath. My suitor was long gone. There had been times I’d considered cheating on my wife. After this display of affection from her, I contemplated a lot more.
Sasha didn’t return to the table. Instead, I got a text minutes later that she had to return to the lab. Her last text was “Now, you have time for your boy toy.”
Dropping the phone on the table, I ordered the waiter to bring the check.
Now, she was dead. After what she did to Andrew, she deserved nothing more; however, it only made me bitter at the end. Still, I recalled her screams as she pleaded with me to let her out.
My scientific hypotheses had been tested and proven.
“How is the wine, sir?”
I was startled, frowning at the weakness I’d shown to my own memories. The waiter was wearing a look of feigned interest; he was more concerned with doing his own bit of work for his paycheck.
“Yes, it’s excellent. I will take the bottle for the evening.”
“Very good, sir,” the waiter replied matter-of-factly. He walked away, probably savoring the gratuity he would receive just from an expensive bottle of wine.
I glanced at my watch; Jonas would have Michael in the car by now. The man would be brought before me any moment. Taking another sip of the wine, I tried not to let the memories intrude again.
What would we be, if she were still here? Unhappy, most likely. No, I couldn’t think like that. Why were the memories of her that most haunted me? I hardly ever thought of him, even though I had loved him completely.
They arrived on the quarter hour. Jonas was always on time. Michael and Joseph walked into the restaurant, looking around. Raising a hand in congenial favor, as men in power often did to those beneath them, I beckoned. All I needed was to whistle and it would be like calling a dog. So far, Michael was proving trainable.
Joseph and Michael were delivered on time; John, however, was absent from the group. Nevertheless, it was time. “Lass uns spielen.” Let’s play, indeed.
Rising when Michael approached the table, I reached out to shake the other man’s hand.
Michael wore a blue suit and dark tie, well dressed. The last time we met outside Joseph’s office he’d sported a dress shirt, dark slacks, and tie. His hair was a nest of white and grey. He had large blue eyes with thick dark eyebrows to mask them. His expression was innocent, that of a gentle man who saw the world and its people full of goodness. Like a fairy tale, there was kindness in everything and everyone. He didn’t know how far from the truth that was.
“I trust your ride was comfortable,” I greeted them.
“Your man, Jonas, took good care of me. You own a very nice car, sir,” Michael said.
Joseph stood alongside him like a well-disciplined soldier, ready to play his role. His apparel this evening was a little less dark: a charcoal-gray suit, two-buttoned style, with a pastel-pink silk shirt. The tie was bold blue with a white checkered pattern. The colors of his clothing made the features, contours, and tone of his golden-brown skin stand out attractively. Such beauty and color had always appealed to me. He looked well put together. Restricted by the color of the uniform as a guardian, he now dabbed and dared to go bolder. He caught my gaze quite a few times, although I doubted he would believe it had anything to do with my admiration of his apparel.
“Thank you for the invitation, Dr. Müller,” Michael said.
“Please, call me Bryce,” I offered.
The man smiled, appearing more like a child getting rewarded with candy by his mother.
“Brother,” Joseph said playing the role. “Forgive me, John is—”
“John is dropping off my daughter, Claudia, at my home,” Michael interrupted. “I’m sorry if he’s late. That would be my fault.”
Michael acted as if he were doing Joseph a favor. He didn’t know how far from the truth that was. Guardians were responsible in keeping the hunter in line and always present, especially on gatherings where I was to meet with them.
“Oh,” I said, seeming to accept the excuse.
Joseph’s face firmed up and he was silent. Had this not been what he wanted to reveal? Why? I was puzzled. “Is everything okay with the lovely young lady?” I asked Michael.
He didn’t seem worried. There might have been slight disappointment she was not there to join us for dinner. “She was not feeling well. So, I decided she should stay home. John was generous enough to take her home on such short notice.”
“I see … I hope it is nothing serious.”
“No. I’m sure it isn’t.”
“Please, sit,” I insisted. The atmosphere in the restaurant was pleasant with a violin softly playing a classical melody, not overpowering where one person could not hear the other over dinner.
“Thank you. Please, call me Michael. I already feel like we are on a first-name basis after the generous donation you made to Milton,” Michael said very pleasantly. He took a chair across from me.
Joseph took the seat to my left. The empty spot to my right was for John.
“Ah, did my brother tell you?” He gazed very intently at Joseph.
He regained his role and smiled. “Now, now, I can’t take credit for that, brother. I promise, it wasn’t me this time.” Joseph was also a great performer.
“I usually like to keep my involvement of such donations a secret,” I said, lifting my wine glass.
“I promise you, sir, Joseph had nothing to do with that. Dr. Rodriguez, our current superintendent, is a very good friend of mine and, well, he knows we have been waiting for the funds for such a long time; he couldn’t keep a secret, not with something like this. I hope that’s not a problem.”
“None at all,” I smiled. My glass tilted toward Joseph, who filled it.
Michael observed this curiously as he did this. I wished I could get into that skull of his and find out what he was thinking.
“I’ve taken the liberty of ordering us a bottle of wine. I trust you drink?”
Michael nodded.
Joseph poured wine into an empty glass and, as he handed it to me, I slid my fingers along the rim as I lowered it near Michael.
Michael didn’t see the action.
Good. If I needed persuasion, it would not be difficult to add something to the wine.
He took the offered wine glass with thanks and took a large sip.
“Ah, there he is! Right on cue,” Joseph said as John entered the restaurant.
He made his way toward our table. And just as Michael had indicated, he was without the lovely Lady Belle, the exotic beauty I had met in Joseph’s office. This was intriguing, and it invited curiosity. Even though Michael had explained that she was ill, it opened the door for toying and interrogating the boy.
He looked rather nervous, and sounded annoyed, unprepared to play his role. “Forgive my tardiness, Father. I was …”
“Seeing to the care of the lovely Claudia Belle … yes, I’ve been informed,” I finished for him. He wasn’t surprised by my words.
“Yes, sir.” He seemed a little uneasy, nothing of himself prior to his mission. He appeared less like my hunter each day and more like a timid teenage boy, something he was far from. A hunter that could take down a large adult man, take on a whole team of soldiers—this most certainly could not be the same person.
The boy was well put together; just like his guardian, they seemed to be in sync. He followed the same dress code as all others at The Academy. Today would be different.
“How is the lovely Lady Belle?” I probed him as he took a seat to my right.
He pulled at the top of his collar. He wasn’t used to the restricting choker around his neck.
“Still ill, isn’t she, nephew?”
“Yes, sir,” John said with only the slightest hesitation. Guardians were always aiding.
A slight vibration directed my attention to the side of my pocket. The ring on my finger gave off the same vibe: unnoticeable, undetectable, so only the wearer could sense it. The feeling was like a slight tingle on the skin of my finger. Looking around, I observed the display at the table. There was no indication it came from the surrounding restaurant. Whatever it was, it was faint and among our group. Intriguing.
Joseph, and even John, appeared unfazed by the slight distraction. Either their equipment had been switched off or it had failed to do so. Now, who was playing games? The devices were never wrong, but my hunter and guardian displayed no indication their devices had gone off.
“Joseph, when I ask for your input, or need an answer regarding my son’s affairs, I will ask for it. I believe John can answer for himself,” I stated on behalf of John.
“She’s doing well, Father. She just fainted,” he answered quietly.
“Fainted? That could account for a whole number of medical issues. Let’s explore them, shall we?”
John looked annoyed. It was a pleasure that I could still get into his head.
“We don’t have to,” he mumbled.
“Dehydration would cause fainting,” I continued, ignoring his displeasure. “Was she dehydrated?”
“I’m not sure, sir.”
Michael looked uncomfortable and confused. He had no idea of the lengths I would go to get a reaction from the boy for making me look the fool. He was a less confrontational man, and I could see that. He was silent.
“Was she coughing?” I asked.
John stirred in his seat. “No, sir.”
“Cardiovascular conditions are often cause for fainting …”
“She doesn’t have heart problems, sir,” he responded quickly. John was always bold with me, a little more than others. Something I appreciated. It was when others cowered before me and displayed weaknesses that I became annoyed.
“I sure hope not,” Joseph said, raising his glass of wine. The tone in his voice revealed nervousness, even a slightly uneasiness.
I wondered for whom. “Is she taking medication?” I continued my interrogation, my eyes directed at Michael.
“None, sir,” Michael answered.
“Ah, she’s not pregnant, is she?” That was the final blow. The color drained from Michael’s face.
John glanced over sharply. Our eyes met and he turned an intriguing shade of red. Had I touched something sweet and tender? She was growing on him.
He was distracted, just as Joseph’s report had indicated. At least, John could not impregnate a girl, even if he were careless. It was something I had come to discover. The alien half of his body could not conceive offspring with ordinary females. His body could tell the difference between an inferior breed and that of a superior being. Procreation in the alien DNA advanced the species, never made it inferior.
Still, I enjoyed the position I’d put the boy in. He wasn’t aware of this specific genetic code.
Michael’s eyes were burning a hole into him, waiting for him to answer. He was very much surprised, and speechless, by those words and the fact I had said them.
All eyes were on John as the question remained unanswered. Finally, he replied, “No, of course not, sir.”
The tension could be cut with a knife. I smiled, taking a sip.
“She had nothing to eat all day and she fainted,” he answered so quickly, he sounded child-like.
“Well, I hope she recovers soon. Give her my regards, Michael. Now, Joseph.” I turned my attention to the guardian; it was his turn. “Have you thought more on why I needed to meet with you in person?”
My eyes furrowed as he put down his glass to give me his full attention. Michael seemed most interested in my question and how quickly my attention focused on Joseph. I wondered if they had gotten close. It was obvious that he was clueless on what I was talking about. However, he listened attentively.
Parched, John reached to take a drink from his glass of water; I assumed, after my lengthily interrogation, one would.
“I did,” Joseph responded. “I hope that I can help explain any problems you had with my report. Was there anything in particular you needed to know about?”
“Report?” Michael asked. He didn’t understand why I would require a report about my son. He didn’t know the lengths of our deception.
Joseph glanced at him and began to explain, “Oh, well, you see …”
“I’d asked my brother to give me a full report on the goings-on in Milton, in order to make my evaluation on whether I shall continue to allow John to attend,” I interjected before Joseph could say another word. “I must admit, I have my doubts about the school’s performance. Especially after the display shown on my last visit.” I drank deeply.
Michael was speechless.
The report was real, even if the explanation wasn’t. John’s quick drink was a clear indication that he feared the bold measures I was willing to take. He knew I wouldn’t care that Michael was with us; Michael knew no more than what he was told. As far as he knew, I was discussing the school’s performance. In truth, I was curious to know if they had discovered what I needed. Joseph’s report had given me nothing. I was ready to pull them off the project; it was a waste of time. Plus, my personal interest was catching the eyes of certain members within The Company.
A smile from John made me curious. He took a quick drink of water to clear his throat.
“I take my son’s education very seriously, Michael.” He was surprised by the methods I would assume, but he composed himself well.
Michael was quick to defend his school. “I can very much understand that, sir. Let me just assure you, Milton has high marks. Its performance has never been in question.”
“I question it,” I stated. “I’m sure as an employee of the Milton staff you would, no doubt, try to assure any parent of such. So, I don’t take much stock in such remarks or the opinions of an assistant principal. That is the reason I asked Joseph to prepare a report that includes summaries of the past years and present performance, tests, and student capacities to assure the school isn’t overpopulated. I need assurance that every child’s needs are being met, including those of my son. Joseph might be caring for him, but I’m still his father, and I write the checks.”
Observing Michael, I took a drink of my wine. He seemed restless, but remained silent.
“Of course, it’s because of Joseph’s report that I decided to offer my support in donations,” I continued.
Judging from Michael’s reaction, it seemed he didn’t know whether to be insulted or take my charity as a compliment. I found humor in that. Kind donations seemed to have favored his overall decision to tolerate me. How incredibly amusing.
“I was surprised to see Milton High had such high marks. It’s rated as one of the top schools, despite its appearance and lack of repairs.” I examined the other man for a moment. I could see a sheen of sweat on his brow and smell animal nervousness. People were so easy to read. “I make it an effort to know all these little details.” I flashed Michael a slim smile.
Turning to Joseph, I said, “We can talk business after the food has arrived, dear brother. I’d like to hear more about your new position.”
“Of course,” Joseph said politely, taking a quick sip. If it weren’t for my continuing questioning and probing, the table would have been a perfect display of silent awkwardness.
“Now, I’d like to concentrate and give Michael my full attention, since I hear my son and your lovely daughter are dating. I know we haven’t had the pleasure to discuss this yet, son.” I glanced at John. My words caught his attention. “And although we’ve only met one other time, Michael, I would hope that we could become friends.”
Michael’s brow creased in confusion. There was no sign of suspicion in his trusting face. “Friends?” he repeated curiously.
“Yes, I find it a much more amenable environment for the child if we can all be friendly with one another.” I grinned at John, who stirred in his chair. “How serious is this relationship, for one thing?” I asked casually.
“Father, please,” he muttered.
“It’s a question any concerned father would ask. Wouldn’t you agree, Michael? I’m sure you had the same questions for my son regarding his intentions with your daughter. I would think less of you if you didn’t, but I doubt that was the case.”
“Yes, John and I talked. John is a very respectable young man. I have no reason not to trust him. In fact, you should be proud of him. He came to talk to me about his plans to ask out Claudia.”
“Ah, did he? Well, I’ve always taught him to be respectable and to always reach for more, to strive to succeed … which brings me back to his education. It’s been brought to my attention, his lack of concentration.”
“I assure you John has perfect marks,” Michael said.
Michael only saw what was on the surface, and goodness in the boy. That trust was about to be tested.
John no doubt was aware of what was coming. The young man would not meet his eyes. He knew better than to do so with me looming beside him. John knew the speech was part of the role I played and was able to read between the lines. I could see him translate my words into something like, “You’ve been distracted, as I’d suspected. Either get back into the game or I’m pulling you off the mission, as I have instructed previously. This is your last warning.”
John raised up his eyes slightly. Our gazes met and connected as Michael continued to speak.
“He’s an excellent student, aces his tests, and is described as a great student by all his teachers. Believe me, I know. I had to check to make sure he was working hard and doing right to be dating my adopted daughter.”
If Michael only knew the truth of John’s reason for being here. The reasons for his distraction were made more unsettling, because he was trained not to be distracted. He was trained not to be moved by emotion. His upbringing had left no room for error regarding this subject.
“I think he shows great promise,” Michael stated.
“You checked his marks?” I smiled. “Well done. I would have done the same.”
“Yes, he’s an intelligent boy.”
“Of that I have no doubt, but he is being distracted.”
John glanced up, then looked at Joseph. He appeared betrayed.
“Distracted?” Michael uttered. He seemed to take offense. He’d caught on. I was insinuating his daughter had something to do with the distraction.
“I hope you know I mean no disrespect, Michael. His education is very important to me. He should have no time for anything else but his work. I’ve been considering and discussing this with John … enrollment in a top academy overseas. It’s one of the main reasons Joseph has been collecting such information for me.”
Michael looked surprised.
“John knows this. Has he not been truthful with you and the lovely Lady Belle about his future in Milton?”
John glanced over sharply.
“I travel a lot and, that being the case, I move a lot. I’ve been to Europe more times than I can count. John has opted to stay with my brother; however, I am considering a permanent move back to London. That being the case, I’m taking John with me and sending him to a nice college, one I’ve been considering for some time now.”
Distraught, Michael hoped that perhaps he had been mistaken, that somehow John hadn’t been aware I meant to take him away. Finding no such solace, his surprise turned to a look of betrayal.
“I hope John has not given the lovely Lady Belle any high hopes he was planning on a lengthy stay. If he has, he hasn’t been truthful.”
Michael peered at John. At the other end of the table, Joseph was trying to disappear by pouring himself another glass of wine.
“No, I didn’t know.” The hurt in his voice was almost a tangible thing.
“Michael.” John spoke, his voice an utter whisper. He knew he was being observed by me.
“Claudia is going to be very disappointed. She’s going to be so hurt, John.”
He looked torn. “I never meant to …”
Michael could barely meet John’s gaze. His disappointment hung heavy around the young man.
“Now, Michael, let’s change the subject for a moment and talk seriously.” Coldly, I moved on, brushing aside the mess I had created. How I loved setting things in motion to pull them in another direction.
John looked pained. Joseph appeared as unfazed as Jonas would. Ah, things looked like they were returning to their rightful places, as they should be.
“You’re a great assistant principal, Michael. However, I also know you’re a man with immense potential, a man who has been passed quite a few times as candidate for principal.” I let the words dangle to see if I could catch hold of the man’s ambition.
There was a spark in his eyes. Michael wanted something. What?
He also looked astonished by my thorough research. His eyes questioned how I could have gotten my hands on this knowledge, but just beneath the surface, I could see a more important inquiry: how could I possibly help him achieve this goal? He was thoroughly intrigued.
“And I know more than anyone that you deserve it,” I continued, watching the glitter of want in his eyes.
“It’s been such an honor to work at Milton. I don’t know anything else I would rather be doing,” he admitted.
“And that’s why you settled?”
His brow furrowed slightly in offense, but he was curious as to why I would choose such wording. He explained his choices like a child might. “If I can’t be principal, then I would happily continue where I am. I don’t think I settled.”
“What makes Milton such a special place?” I genuinely wanted to know. Besides the reports that this location was a strong possibility to find my source, my hunter and his guardian seemed to be affected by this place.
“There is such a great energy between the teachers and the students. We all understand each other, I think. I believe it was Dr. Rodriguez that championed for the school to keep the small classroom sizes?”
John was still quiet, listening perhaps, soaking in what was being said, and waiting his turn. Even with the perfect soldier-boy exterior, I could see the questions in his mind regarding his guardian’s loyalty and the contents of the report. He looked pained and worried. I caught him glancing at his watch and phone several times. Was he texting?
I thought of reaching over and snatching the phone from his grip but, instead, observed him from the corner of my eye. He did his best to conceal this act. He had to know I was aware of what he was doing. He couldn’t be that foolish.
“We have some wonderful students that are going to go places as they get older. I can see it in them already. I want to continue making a difference, even if it’s not in a position of principal,” Michael continued.
A true selfless sort, I was beginning to understand what motivated this man, and how I could use it to my advantage. He genuinely cared about the students under his care. That was an interesting development. I had been a party to conversations like this before. There were always agendas to seemingly noble crusades. There was no hint of Michael wanting more than what he said. Either this man was genuine, or a very good liar.
“I see. Are there any students in particular that you see with potential? I could easily ask Joseph, but I’d like to hear from your prospective. I can help with getting scholarships for the exceptional ones and help with discipline for the troublemakers, both students and staff.”
At those words, John’s head tilted towards the conversation; this had hit a nail of concern. Why did he care? Was it because of this girl? Had she blinded his vision, corrupted him from his task?
Eyes widening, Michael covered hesitation with another sip of wine. He was spared a response as the waiter arrived with appetizer salads, honeyed Brie, and slices of fresh bread with an olive-oil dip. We placed our orders and the waiter sauntered off.
Taking a moment to take a piece of bread and cheese, I waited for Michael’s response. Silence could work wonders on someone as agitated as those seated around me.
John and Joseph were waiting. John had his phone in his hand, looking up to observe the silence from across the table where his guardian was motioning him about the phone … warning him that it was a bad idea, considering he was seated several inches from me.
The only one oblivious of anything going on was Michael, who took a slice of goat cheese dipped his bread into the dip. He took a bite, chewing deliberately.
“I would have to check with the students to see if they are comfortable with something like that. Many of them are very suspicious of adult influences, even the brilliant ones. We’ve made good progress and I don’t want to cause any problems by adding in someone they don’t know. Joseph could vouch for that.”
A smile greeted me when I looked at Joseph. He tipped his wine glass. I motioned my glass and he took the bottle and poured wine into it.
“What about the lovely Lady Belle? I’ve heard remarkable things about her from my brother. She’s exceptional, isn’t she, John?”
John glanced at me, and his head bobbed slightly. “Sir, she’s very intelligent. One of the brightest girls I know.”
Now, he could be complimenting her to make up for the betrayal Michael was feeling, or trying to figure out how much I knew or how much Joseph had said regarding her.
“A person with intelligence can go places,” I said. “I know a lot of people, Michael. She could attend Yale or even Harvard. I could write a letter of recommendation for you.”
Michael looked over. He wasn’t sure what my endgame was. He was struggling. He wanted the best for his adopted daughter, that much was clear in his all too revealing eyes.
“Yes, you can be the principal of Milton. Joseph doesn’t plan to stay once I’m gone.”
Joseph flashed him a grin. Michael looked like this was all happening too fast and he was waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under him.
“I can also recommend you for the position,” Joseph offered with a shrug.
“You can be the principal of Milton; it’s what you’ve always wanted.”
I could see questions rising. Nobody grew to Michael’s age and realized offers like this didn’t come for free. What would I ask? The prize was too great not to consider any price I would put forth. “You can do that?”
“My brother can do anything,” Joseph offered arrogantly.
John was back to glaring across the table. The light from his phone washed his face in what they called “blue light”. He’d received another text. He was acting the teenage boy he was supposed to be, but the role was not meant for this setting and, most certainly, not with me.
Joseph’s eyes were burning a hole in him, but the boy would not turn away from his phone. Although I wasn’t looking directly at him, I could see him from the corner of my eye. The struggle continued between hunter and guardian.
“Just think of me as a close friend. I will help with anything I can. The funds should cover the expenses to pave the parking lot and cover the hole as well.” I smiled.
Michael offered a small smile in return. He looked like a mouse, hoping the house cat was declawed. Little did he know this cat liked to play with his food.
“That’s very kind of you, sir. I could use a friend, thank you most kindly. I suppose there have been a few strange things. I’m not really sure how to explain it, or who to talk to about it.”
“Give it a try.”
He paused, jumping slightly as he reached for the phone that had gone off in his pants’ pocket. He lifted it up, looking at the screen. His eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me, I have to take this call.”
Michael left, walking towards the front of the restaurant. I frowned, glancing over at Joseph.
“Should I follow him?” he asked.
“No,” I responded. I watched Michael’s back as he spoke, the way he shifted his weight and put a hand on the back of his neck. He would try and leave. Whoever was calling him wanted him to leave the dinner.
John gave Michael a glance of concern before his eyes dropped to the phone screen. He avoided my eyes and continued looking at his phone, waiting for a text to arrive, that much was apparent. It was on the second glance at Michael that I snatched it. Let’s see what’s so important, shall we?
John peered up anxiously, realizing I had taken the phone. I was scrolling up and down the message he had been typing. The messages of a teenage girl were what had taken his time … time he’d always reserved for me.
I said nothing as I read over his little love message to her—childish rubbish, the ramblings of a teenage boy crushing over a young girl. She had reduced one of my top hunters to this. He was no longer a man but a boy.
My jaw stiffened, it was time to take measures into my own hands, but a call flashed upon the screen. Ah, she was contacting him. I disconnected the call before it would go to voicemail.
John didn’t notice. Even if he had, what could he do? His weakness was obvious. His human side could cause this. John had been among these creatures far too long; he was showing his softer side. He would have to return to The Academy for more training. He would need an injection with an alien dose of adrenaline to suppress his human side, to contain it, and keep him from softening into a boy.
I put the phone on the table and pushed it toward him. He was still, quiet, waiting for the lecture that never came.
“Take Mr. McClellan home,” I instructed him.
John picked up his phone from the table and rose. His glance fell on Joseph. He was in need of guidance but was given none as he left us to find Michael.
After Mr. McClellan and John left, I settled in my seat. The food arrived. The waiter was confused on the absence of the rest of our group.
Joseph set his mind at ease by asking him to pack up John’s meal so he could take it home. The waiter nodded and, after refreshing our water glasses, took the remains of our appetizers and disappeared.
There was a moment of tense silence.
“Your report states that he wishes to leave? Is this correct?” I asked, seeing no point in making pleasantries.
“Yes.”
My brow furrowed and I exhaled. Foolish boy, all this over a girl.
“Well?”
Joseph hesitated briefly. Perhaps it would be best to make sure he thought about his answer before speaking.
“It is, sir, but John … well, is …”
“Come now, Joseph, this is the purpose of this dinner, is it not? Is there something you do not wish to share regarding your potential, other than betrayal?”
“It’s not betrayal, sir.”
“Ah, of course. You are bound by the code.”
“This has always been to protect John, sir. To help him.”
“Of course, it is. We all want to help John.”
“He’s young, sir. I will set him back on the proper path,” Joseph said before I could continue.
“I find this all too familiar, Joseph; wouldn’t you agree?”
He gave a stern look but didn’t say anything in response. We both knew what I meant and that was enough to stir tension between us.
I took a sip of wine. He knew there was no excuse for John’s behavior.
“Du musst sie töten,” I said. You must kill her.
There was a slight hesitation as he glanced at me. Had he doubted what I’d said, or did he want to challenge or defy the order?
“There is no excuse for his lack of progress, no excuse for his performance. You know that, Joseph, or do I need to remind you?”
“No, of course not, sir.”
“Now, she will pay for his ignorance and lack of discipline.”
Joseph held a breath. “May I make a suggestion, sir?”
I regarded him as I raised my glass to drink. Guardians were always looking out for their officials. It was the way of things. Jonas had done the same for me. He looked out for my best interest, always.
I put down the glass and picked up my fork and knife to cut into the steak. The flavor of the steak exploded in my mouth as I chewed. After a minute or two of savoring the taste, I glared at Joseph. His words dangled between us, unfinished.
“Well?” I pressed.
“Allow him to finish off the year. Let him go to the prom and graduate with her. Then, after all this is done, I’ll do as you asked. He won’t know any better. But let him have this. He deserves it.” He sat firm, a voice for John, who was not here to speak for himself … and most likely would have chosen the wrong words were he here.
I could picture Jonas in the same manner.
“If only John knew the care you took to watch over his best interest. He might not hate you so much for betraying his trust.” I poked at his vulnerability.
If it bothered him, he did not show it. At least one guardian was staying true to the code.
“Can you assure me that he’ll return to his work after? With minimal damage?”
Joseph looked at me intently. “Yes, sir, of course. Once she’s gone, there won’t be anything else to hold him back. John just needs release, sir.”
I was amused. “Very well. Let him have his fun … but after, he’ll return to the facility and back to training. I want him under strict watch. He’ll be put in confinement for a week and be monitored.”
Joseph hesitated, but ultimately agreed. “Can I say one more thing, sir?”
I furrowed my brow and waited. “What is it, Joseph?”
“A favor, sir.”
“A favor? I’ve already kindly forgiven your incompetence in allowing your potential to govern you.”
Joseph swallowed but remained firm.
“Well?” I pressed, irritated by his second request.
“If the source is found, will it be necessary to send John into confinement?”
My eyes narrowed at him and, with slow hesitation, I set my knife and fork alongside my plate and wiped at my lips. “If such a success is achieved, I would highly consider forgiving all. Get him back on task and there will be no need to send him to confinement.”
“Yes, sir.” He rose. “I will set him back on the right path.”
“Make sure you do. John is an important asset to The Company and to me. I will not lose him to some foolish girl,” I said sternly. “What is so special about this girl, besides her obvious beauty?” I stared at him and searched for any sign of weakness, or value, in a girl appearing so normal.
I had met her once, but she seemed no more than a girl. Although beautiful and exotic, her loveliness had no doubt become a nuisance and a distraction to a sexual creature like John.
“I assure you, sir, nothing much. John is just taken by her. You know John, he’s a primal creature, with urges.”
“So, I’ve heard.”
He moved to leave.
“Do you not plan to finish your meal, Joseph?”
Joseph’s stern gaze met mine.
“No, I’ve lost my appetite, sir.” He dismissed himself, grabbing the bag and leaving me alone.
I had the waiter pack up Joseph’s meal and keep Michael’s meal hot for me.
Jonas arrived, taking Joseph’s seat as the waiter returned. He set the bag to Jonas’ left.
“Hungry?” I asked Jonas as the waiter disappeared. “It’s lobster.”
Jonas smiled.
“Keep an eye on John Slater,” I instructed.
He nodded and grabbed an untouched glass of water.
“Also, when you have a chance, pay the McClellan household a visit. Go through Claudia Belle’s room for anything suspicious.”
“Do you think she knows something, sir?”
“I’m not positive yet, but I’m curious to know if it’s mere attraction on John’s part, or something I’m failing to see.”
Jonas nodded.
From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed his face at the front of the restaurant. The hostess was bringing him over.
“Make sure John sees you only once, but make it count.”
Jonas grinned. “Yes, sir. Will you be needing anything else, sir?”
I waved Aaron over. The hostess approached with him in tow. He looked very handsome in a jet-black suit. He wore a pastel-blue silk shirt with a navy striped tie. He was always well-dressed, no matter the occasion.
Jonas glanced over, recognizing my dinner guest.
I was aware I hadn’t answered his question, but knew there was no need to.
“I will notify the team to be on alert when you are ready to leave, sir.”
I nodded.
Jonas rose, grabbed the bag, and pulled out the chair for Aaron.
Aaron took the seat, thanking him. Jonas walked around him and left the restaurant without a word or glance at my guest.
“He never says much, does he?” Aaron questioned.
I had no response for him as I rose to greet him. He tried to kiss me, but I avoided his gesture. “Not here.”
Aaron looked pained by my rejection.
I wasn’t embarrassed but I had never been one for public displays of affection, whether I was with a male or female partner.
“I took the liberty to order for you,” I said as I motioned for the waiter.
Aaron’s nose wrinkled. My actions didn’t surprise him, I often took control in our relationship.
They brought out the dish and I ordered another bottle of wine.
“I’m sorry, am I late?” he asked, seeing as I had started my meal.
I took his hand and squeezed it tightly. After my rejection of his longing kiss, it pained me to see him hurt and I wanted to make it up to him. I wanted to change myself. He made me want to.
“No, my darling, you are just in time.” I said, smiling ever so slightly.
Aaron blushed. “Oh.” He glanced around the table. Though cleared, it was obvious there had been more than one other person present.
The waiter brought his meal and set it in front of him.
“Did you have company?”
“Business,” I muttered.
When we first met, he was curious as to what kind of business I conducted. I had given him a few details of what I did. He asked far too many questions—such a delightful and curious beauty he was.
Leaning forward, my eyes examined his features with precision; I took in every line and movement. He was so lovely. The dark tone of his smooth skin was my first weakness. The coffee dark swirls of brown in his eyes were rich and bold, drawing me into his gaze. I liked everything about him, yet beauty was only skin deep, but his intelligence was enticing and kept me interested.
The waiter bought another bottle and poured a glass for Aaron, who smiled at the vintage of choice. “Are we celebrating something, Bryce?”
Smiling back, I said, “Does ordering an expensive vintage require a reason? I merely want to enjoy my moment with you.”
Aaron turned that lovely shade of red.
I observed him for a moment. He began with his vegetables, taking small bites. He displayed love and hate when I studied him, but I couldn’t help myself. I loved watching him. Nothing brought me more pleasure than to see him enjoying something so trivial.
“Aaron,” I said softly.
He took a drink, blinking as I said his name with such care. The smooth texture of the wine was rich and rewarding to his palate, and I could see the satisfaction on his face. He cut into a small section of his steak, dipping it delicately and carefully into a nectar-like, buttery sauce.
“If I asked you to come away with me on a trip, would you consider it?”
Aaron looked surprised by the question. It was a foolish idea. Did I honestly want to drag Aaron into this chaotic lifestyle of mine?
“Well,” he hesitated, “This is … sudden.”
“Sudden, how? It’s a mere question.”
He stumbled with his response. “Well, I have my patients, but I ... well, I love that you have come back into my life, more than you could possibly know. But … um.”
I pulled back my hand.
“Bryce, is something wrong?”
“Nothing, my love, I had far too much wine. It was wrong of me to ask so much of you so suddenly. I can understand your hesitation; it was a bold question,” I immediately said and smiled.
Why ruin what we had now, with foolish questions of a “what if” nature … or of a future I might not have with him? I would enjoy what I had with him now.
Aaron wiped at his lip, then took a quick sip of wine. He seemed to be preparing himself. He was bold in his attempts to confront me with his deepest desires. Was he afraid I would grow bored of him? I played the fiend so well, the one who had broken his heart. If I had done it once before, why wouldn’t I do it again?
“Bryce, what are we? Are we … official?” he asked straight out. Was he in doubt?
I gazed at him. Did he desire “official” confirmation regarding our relationship? Was that the reason for his question? Although I had given him plenty of reasons to question our union, it surprised me. Hadn’t I confirmed our union when we had reconciled?
“You know this,” I stated arrogantly. I took a drink to hide the emotions in my eyes, or maybe it was to conceal hesitation.
“I want to hear it,” he demanded, setting down his fork.
Our eyes met; a smile spread over my lips. “Aaron, you are dear to me.” I put down my glass, running a finger around the rim, licking my lips.
“Then, why can’t you say it?”
I felt a sudden flush.
“If you want me to come away with you, at least be honest with me. Who am I to you?” He pushed the chair back when I hesitated to answer.
Patrons glanced in our direction. I wasn’t afraid of embarrassment … yet.
“Please, Aaron, you’re being irrational.” I cut into my steak. I expected him to settle back into his seat, but he didn’t. I set down my fork and knife.
He was waiting for me.
“What do you consider me?” I redirected the question.
“My boyfriend.” he bluntly said. “I have no shame in that. I would think you felt the same … but you don’t seem to.”
My smirk invited anger. He glared, pained, and rose, moving around the seat, ready to leave. He didn’t understand this was all for him.
“Is that what you think? That I’m ashamed of you?”
Aaron didn’t answer, only pushed the chair forward.
“You are far more than a boyfriend,” I dared to say. “The word sounds absurd and ridiculous. However, if that is what you wish to hear, you are my boyfriend. You’re someone I love … a lover. I adore you, my darling.”
Aaron froze and gazed at me.
“I care about you, Aaron,” I repeated.
He grinned, delighted. He took a seat again.
“It’s been a long time since I cared for anyone else as I care for you,” I confessed and extended my hand from across the table.
Aaron took hold, gripping my fingers and locking his hand in mine. “I would go anywhere with you,” he said.
That was reassuring, but guilt would never allow me to put him in danger.
Aaron squeezed my hand.
We drank, ate, and enjoyed each other’s company. Aaron talked about his work at the hospital. For the first time, I felt I could devote my attention to another. Someone I loved. I took in everything about him—the way he expressed himself, his lips as they moved when he spoke, his body as it took breaths, how he enjoyed his meal a small bite at a time. There was patience in his movements, skill and care in the way he did things.
I imagined him in a hospital, catering to his patients’ requests. I had no doubt his patients loved him. There was something about his smile; it was warm and friendly, far from the grimace most got from me. I often wondered why he found me appealing when he was a complete opposite in every way: sweet, kind and nurturing. What did he see in me, beside the fearsome man I mostly displayed? Or was this what he liked about me?
“What are you thinking about?” he asked suddenly.
I hadn’t realized I had been caught up in my own thoughts. It summoned a look of concern from him.
“Why would a kindhearted person, such as you, find me appealing?”
Aaron wrinkled his brow and smiled warmly. “Do you really want me to answer, Dr. Nicholson?”
I chuckled, a long overdue laugh. I needed that: more laughter in my life. Aaron always gave me that. What I lacked most in my life was living.
“First off, you’re disturbingly and incredibly handsome,” he stated.
I felt a flush, lowered the glass in my hand, and smiled.
“See what I mean? Do you not know what you do when you smile like that? What you do to me?”
I raised my brow. Obviously not. I narrowed my eyes. “Like what?”
“Like that, handsome,” he grinned. “And those eyes, they’re so beautiful they seem to be hiding something. You’re so mysterious, Bryce.” Aaron squeezed my hand tightly. “I’m sure I’m not the only one that thinks that. It makes me jealous to think that smile is not just for me.”
“You have nothing to be concerned about, my love. I adore you. It’s because of you I’ve learned to laugh again.” Those words warmed his heart; I could see it in his brown eyes.
“Yet something troubles you, doesn’t it?” He knew me far too well.
“Let’s not ruin tonight with silly questions, Aaron. I want to savor this moment.” I lifted his hand and kissed it.
He clutched my hand and nodded.
The desire to kiss him increased, and he could see that. He was catching all my cues, easily dissecting me. I hated being predictable but, with Aaron, I was carefree.
I raised my hand for the waiter, and he came right over. I requested the check and, once I signed and closed it, we walked out of the restaurant.
I walked a little ahead of him. From behind, Aaron grabbed my hand, coming to stand alongside me. I gladly allowed his fingers to clasp my palm and we came to the valet booth, holding hands. He wanted this tiny bit from me, and I gave it gladly. I wanted so much more for him.
Aaron handed the valet his ticket and he disappeared to retrieve the vehicle. As soon as he was gone, Aaron leaned in beside me; his warm breath caressed my cheek as he whispered softly, “Come home with me tonight.”
Aaron cupped my cheek tenderly. As he did this, I moved in to kiss him. He welcomed my lips with aching passion. I knew I had had far too much to drink when I cupped his face with both hands, hungry for his mouth. I kissed him hard. It was the first time I had lost control in public, but I didn’t care.
“I think you had too much to drink, my love,” he whispered as I fell away from him.
“I believe you’re right, Dr. Spencer.”
Aaron stroked the side of my face. I was holding him; we were holding each other. I stepped back, realizing how the wine in my bloodstream had made me behave.
“I’ll take care of you tonight, if you come home with me.”
A Jaguar SUV pulled up to the curb alongside us. The valet hastened over and Aaron handed him a tip and moved over to open the door, motioning it with a nod and a smile.
I looked down at my phone. A car stopped at the side corner; it was my henchmen.
“The babysitters have arrived.” Aaron teased.
The wine was making me lightheaded, and I lost a small chuckle to the comment. With him, I could be myself; I could be free. He made me feel so alive, so much like Andrew had when he had kissed me for the first time. Aaron was in every way a reincarnation of him, and so much more.
My security detail lingered. One approached and called my name. “Dr. Nicholson, the car is waiting, sir.”
Jonas was not among them. I had sent him on a different errand, and he had sent the security detail to collect me.
Aaron motioned again. Hesitating, I glanced back at my security team. One guard had an earpiece and was dressed in company attire. One sat behind the driver’s seat, and two others were approaching to lead me to the car, evidently having noticed I was tipsy. Another opened the vehicle door for me.
Aaron gave me no time to answer, took hold of my hand and dragged me into the car. I climbed in, and he hurried into the driver’s seat. He gave me a wide smile before we sped off.
I peered back to see the men staring at us. They looked alert and alarmed. The two that had approached jumped into the vehicle and raced after us.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that,” Aaron said innocently, but I could see he was enjoying the chaos.
I wondered if they thought I was being kidnapped. I took out my phone and typed commands for them to fall back. They did but followed regardless. It was part of their job to keep an eye on me, no matter what.
I settled into the seat glancing at the rearview mirror to find the vehicle was still following.
“What did you tell them? They seem to be slowing down. They’re still behind us, though.”
“It’s their job. They will continue to follow,” I answered, looking down at my phone screen. “What is the address of your residence?”
Aaron’s brow creased and he glanced at me with a frown. “Why do you have to tell them that?”
I gave a small smile. “I’m required to report.”
“Report?” He snatched the phone from my grip.
His action surprised me, and I meant to voice my objections. No one had ever done anything like that. It was strange when being provoked by pleasure and delight. It was odd how it made me feel.
“Today you’re with me, Dr. Nicholson. No reporting; none of that nonsense.”
My brow wrinkled. I wished it were that simple. The Company owned me, however. I wasn’t ready to go rogue, not just yet. “If I don’t report, they will become hostile. Then, we won’t have any time together, my love. Let me calm the dogs; then, I can be completely yours, darling.”
Aaron gazed over. Although he didn’t agree verbally, he returned the phone.
Grinning, I took it back.
“The address is 611 Saint Emanuel Street,” he dictated sternly.
“Is there an access gate?”
“There’s a parking garage. No access code required. It’s a downtown high-rise, near the ballpark1: Lofts at the Ballpark. But you know that already, Dr. Nicholson,” he said amusingly, recalling the day I had broken into his flat to reconcile with him.
“Yes, of course, darling.” I simply smiled. “It was the address I’d forgotten.”
I typed the information Aaron had related and put the phone back in the inner pocket of my suit. The dogs had calmed.
“That was easy and quick,” Aaron said. “Do you always have to do that?”
I gazed at him. “Yes, it’s protocol.”
“Why?”
“We’ve already been through this, my darling,” I said, looking out the window. The view of downtown Houston came into frame: high-rise buildings against the backdrop and night life of the city, coming together in perfect harmony.
“Yes, I know … it’s just …” I drew on my bottom lip as we came to a traffic light. “You didn’t believe me, did you? Is that the reason for your questions?”
“Well, not entirely,” he answered with a shrug. “I knew you were important, that your work was important. But this is creepy. I mean, this whole bodyguard business; you seem more like a prisoner.”
I chuckled dryly. The light changed and he continued down the street.
“What kind of projects are you working on? It must be some serious research for you to have such heavy guards. You have more men on you than the President of the United States.”
His questions made me wary, but I laughed. “I doubt that.”
“Should I worry?”
I stared at the inviting lights of the big city, its narrow streets overflowing with patrons enjoying a stroll. I wished I could indulge in such a peaceful activity.
“Of course not,” I merely said.
“Do they know about me?”
It was an excellent question. One no one had ever asked, and one I had given little thought to.
“I mean, they must know everything … you have such security detail on you at all times. Jonas alone looks like he’s been through thorough training.”
I smirked. True.
He glanced my way, waiting for an answer.
“There is nothing to be concerned about, Aaron. Security is merely protocol; the same protection goes to any company, ensuring care of its most guarded product.”
“You’re not a product, Bryce.”
I chuckled. “Of course not. The security is merely for my protection and nothing more. My affairs are my own. I oversee all manners of reconstruction in the science department; others report to me.”
“So, my boyfriend is the boss.”
I smirked again. “Yes, but I also report to another boss … after I’m left to my own devices to work in my lab. I head the science department and divisions—” I stopped. The lie had evolved and was bleeding into the truth.
“Divisions? What sort of divisions?”
“Reconstruction, DNA, rehabilitation.”
For a moment, he was quiet. He turned to look at me, trying to soak in the details I had provided. He seemed accepting of what little I had revealed. I wondered what he thought.
I stared at him quizzically when he remained far too quiet. “Is something on your mind, Aaron?”
Finally, he smiled. “You’re such an interesting man, Bryce. So disciplined. I bet your lab is spotless.”
My lips curved upward slightly.
“Am I right?” he humored, laughing a little.
“I can’t deny I despise disorder. I’ve always been a man of order and a believer that everything has a place.”
Aaron’s grin was wide. “That’s why I’m crazy about you, Bryce.”
We turned down a street and into a covered garage. “Home sweet home,” Aaron announced.
A song I didn’t recognize played on the car’s CD player. A woman sang a lovely melody, her voice remarkably beautiful.
Aaron over to turn up the volume. “I love this song!” he said, smiling broadly.
I had never heard it; music to me was always in the form of orchestras, violins and pianos.
Aaron sang along.
I watched him for a moment. It fascinated me to that he took such delight in something so simple. I wished I could do the same, but nothing moved me in the same manner. The only thing that ever brought me as close to that joy was my work.
“Dream a little dream of me,” Aaron crooned as he glanced over at me. He blushed when he caught me gazing at him. Suddenly, he seemed embarrassed. “It’s a beautiful song. Doris Day sings so delightfully,” he said.
I didn’t say anything, just grinned. The idea that such little things brought him a great amount of amusement and joy was something interesting to observe.
Moments later, I stood in Aaron’s home; it was as I recalled when I had been there before. Aaron closed the door behind as I stepped into the luxurious high-ceiling flat.
“It’s small, I know,” he said. “Only 850 square- feet, but it’s home and it has a great view of the ballpark. Not that I love baseball, but …” Aaron rolled his eyes. “That’s right, you already know all this.” He smirked softly, whispering the rest.
I walked ahead and looked around. Aaron passed me, strolling toward the kitchen, troubled. He pulled open a cabinet. Was my presence making him anxious? Here I was in his home, once more. My second time in a month. You would think I was moving in. I might as well keep personal items here—toiletries and those sorts of things.
Aaron pulled out a bottle from a rack where a variety of red wines were displayed. The sink did not differ from the last time I had intruded; it was filled with dirty dishes.
He set the bottle on the granite counter of the island as he searched the cabinet for wine glasses.
I moved about the small flat. “Go ahead and have a seat,” Aaron said amiably. “Get comfortable. Would you like some wine?”
I waved away his offer. I’d had my fill for the day. “May I use your facilities?”
Aaron pointed straight ahead, toward the back of his flat. Ah, right.
I strolled toward the bedroom. He led the way, opening the door of his room. The clutter I’d witnessed on my first visit hadn’t changed. In fact, the mess seemed to have grown from the last time I had been here.
Aaron leaped ahead of me, grabbing items off the floor and tossing them in a corner laundry basket. He appeared embarrassed while making the bed. I passed by him by and found the washroom to the left. He followed, stopping by the bathroom door before I could enter.
“I think I can handle this part alone.” I said with a quick grin.
Aaron blushed. The bathroom was in the same shape as his bedroom.
“Excuse the mess … work …” He turned a deep shade of pink.
I closed the door in his face and heard movement outside. I pictured him cleaning the items off the floor, making his bed, tossing the rest of his linen in the laundry basket.
To the left of the bathroom was a small walk-in closet. I walked around, curious, and pushed aside a few items of clothing. Suits and ties sat on a small center shelf; dress shoes were on the lower shelf, lined up and in order. He wasn’t a complete wreck. The state of his closet proved he had potential.
There was a doorway leading to a full-size washer and dryer. It was a simple bachelor flat, open and perfect for a single person. I hadn’t done my own laundry in many years. My suits were all dry-cleaned and handled by Jonas. I hadn’t even seen the inside of a shopping center; my attire was tailor-ordered. It was just one of the perks of being me.
The bathroom had a granite vanity sink and an oval tub large enough for two to have a romantic dip. I hadn’t noticed these simple details on my last visit because I had been preoccupied.
Quickly, I took care of my needs, flushed, and washed my hands. After wiping my hands with a fleecy towel I found in the top drawer of a cabinet, I entered the bedroom.
The bed was made. The items once cluttering the floor were overflowing the laundry basket. A smile crept across my face.
The glasses that had been jumbled on the side table were also gone. The medical books had found their places back on the single shelf that doubled as a television stand.
I moved through the room in search of my potential mate. As I neared the balcony, I noticed it open.
Aaron was standing outside, gazing at the city. His form was barely visible through the flowing curtain that blew into the room, courtesy of a light night breeze. There was a game and a roar of cheering drifted from the building on the other end of the street. It was both pleasing and annoying.
“It’s the Astro’s game. I’ve never been. I just got the place because it’s close to work and this is the area to be in Houston … trendy,” he said.
I understood nothing of what he meant.
Aaron turned as I came to stand at the balcony entrance. He looked handsome out of the jacket and tie. His silk polo shirt was open a few buttons, offering a splendid view of hairless, tanned skin. I reveled in his loveliness.
“Why did you lie to me the first time we met?”
I was surprised by the question. I approached him, perched my arms on the balcony railing, and gazed into the horizon. The roaring of cheering voices and ballpark music invited curiosity. I had never been to a game.
“Lie?” There could be many reasons. I lied to protect him, to protect myself … or maybe because he’d been meant to be merely a one-night-stand. I couldn’t decide which reason was the right one.
“You said you lived in the area,” he said boldly. Aaron’s furrowed brow and stern tone made him adorable. That on anyone else would have proven irritating.
“I didn’t lie.” Not meeting his gaze, even as I felt his eyes on me. “You asked if I lived in the area, I said yes. It was the truth.”
“No, it wasn’t,” he stated. “Now, I find you here in Houston. You don’t live here either, do you? Why are you here?” He sounded suspicious.
I chuckled.
“Is it because of me?”
My poor, innocent Aaron. I wished it were true. “My work requires I move a lot. As much as I wish it was because of you, my lovely, it is not.”
“Is that why you asked me if I would come away with you?”
Ah, back to that. “Yes. I move a lot; the job requires it. The residence you saw in Ohio was simply a rental.”
“I figured it out that night.” Aaron turned toward the street and ballpark. “I knew, but I was just … well, I was hoping …or maybe I was lying to myself that you and I could … be together,” he huffed. “Then, you sent me away. Jonas took me downtown where the convention was held and left me by my car. I knew I probably wasn’t gonna see you again. Imagine my surprise when you came back into my life. By sheer luck, we found each other.”
“It wasn’t a coincidence … or luck, as you claim,” I quickly added.
Aaron glanced back, perplexed.
“If you want me to be truthful, offer me the same courtesy. You have been watching me, haven’t you? Each time I looked, you’ve been my shadow. At first, I thought I must be going insane …” I laughed softly.
Aaron’s youthful face went blank.
“I’m no fool. You went looking for me. The question is, why?” I narrowed my eyes. It was the same glare I had given John on a number of occasions, the same harsh look I gave others when I suspected dishonesty.
Aaron laughed out loud.
I was stunned.
“Seriously? You don’t know?”
So, it was true. Curious, I watched him closely.
Aaron stepped close and cupped my face. “Are you that blind? I fell in love with you that moment. Gosh, maybe I’ve been in love with you far longer. You’re a brilliant man. I fell in love with your work and research before I saw you. Once I put the face to the brilliance … I fell hard.”
Shocked, it still didn’t answer the question.
Aaron pulled away and ambled to the other end of the balcony. Then, he paced. His voice sounded shaky. “Okay, it was childish of me. Yeah, if we’re being honest, yeah, I did. I went to work at the company that employed you with high hopes that I would see you again.” He inhaled deeply, trying to gather thoughts.
“You work for my employer?”
And there was the how: he had been stalking me. Why did that arouse me?
I was speechless for a moment. I never suspected he would do this to find me. I did everything to keep him away, yet he had found me on his own, and not by coincidence as he’d claimed.
All our moments together flashed into my mind: our time in each other’s arms, our meeting in the convention center. He had planned it.
Aaron walked back toward me. “Don’t be mad. It’s just a small role as a medical assistant,” he said with a rueful smile. “I love you. I just wanted the chance to get to see you again and get to know you. I know what you’re thinking—that I’m a young and foolish man who doesn’t know what he wants. I do, though. It’s you I want. Please, say something.”
I smiled wearily, looking into the distance.
“Please, say something,” Aaron begged as he came closer. He scanned my face for an indication of my emotions.
“Did you plan the meeting between us at the convention?”
The answer was clear in his eyes. He lowered his head. I had been played by a young man. I wanted to laugh but held in that delight. So, this was how that felt. I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Yes,” Aaron answered. “I knew you would be there. I did everything I could to make sure the hospital sent me.”
I laughed; he seemed startled. I hadn’t expected that. I thought it rather silly to think so highly of myself.
“When you asked me to go away with you at the restaurant earlier today, I thought maybe … you asked because you love me too.”
“Aaron,” I finally spoke.
His lips froze. When he bit his bottom lip, it aroused me. His expression then took another form: a more pained one.
“I want you to stop working at The Company,” I said firmly.
His questioning eyes met mine. It was not at all what he’d expected me to say.
“I don’t want you there anymore.”
“Are you breaking up with me? Because of this?”
I held his cheek and smiled. This seemed to be torturing him. “Of course, not, you foolish, young man.” I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his, a taste of his tears tickling my tongue. I deepened the kiss, then moved back to look at that beautiful face. “Just do this one thing for me,” I whispered.
“Okay,” Aaron answered, unable to look away as I stroked his skin.
“Just tell me one thing, please,” he whispered softly as I smiled lovingly.
His lips quivered against my touch.
I unfastened the remaining buttons of his silk shirt; he paused unable to continue.
“Yes, I’m listening, darling,” I whispered tenderly. I pushed the fabric of his shirt, my fingertips tracing the his cervical region, where the carotid arteries and the jugular veins supplied blood to the important parts of his body. I worked my fingers down his clavicle, charting the shape of the thorax. He was a perfect specimen. His body was a diagram, but now I tried to see beyond what my medical eyes viewed.
“You would tell me if you were leaving?”
I inhaled slowly. I just wanted to kiss him and hold him. I unbuttoned his trousers.
Aaron looked innocently at me.
I almost felt like a fiend—almost. The grin on my face spread.
His face was blank … tainted.
“Of course, darling … now.” I loosened the tie on my collar. “Kiss me.” I leaned forward and kissed his open mouth, absorbing his full lips before moving down the side of his cheek and onto his neck, where I felt the pulse of his heart.
He moaned as my lips ravished his neck with fervent kisses.
“You would take me with you if you left?” His breath was heavy as I pulled him close and pushed my hands beneath the fabric of his shirt.
Aaron pushed me back, putting a hand on my cheek.
“You would … wouldn’t you? Take me with you?”
Maybe I was foolish, or eager to be by his side. “Aaron, I want you,” I gasped.
Aaron resisted. He wanted an answer. “You promise?”
Desperate to have him, I answered softly, “I promise.”
Aaron let me go and I kissed him hard, pushing him into the bedroom. He dropped on the bed as I stood over him.
I took off my suit jacket as I scrutinized him lying there, like I often observed those on examination tables, ready to be probed by my medical hands. This time, however, the probing would be different.
Undressing, I mounted his warm body and pressed against him. We were lost for a moment in each other’s arms. Our bodies connected us, our heavy breathing lost in casual moans of ecstasy.
At last, we lay still, exhausted. I felt my own pulse racing, while my heart pounded inside my head. My body was alive, tingling with pleasure and a sensation I thought I would never feel again. I reveled in the moment, with Aaron’s warm body in my arms, his manhood pressing against my thigh, his leg draping my waist.
The stresses of the job seemed to have melted from my frame. At last, I could lay here and forget it all. Memories, however, always had a way of catching up with me.
Sasha’s face flashed in my mind just as I attempted to close my eyes …
I loosened my tie, waiting on Andrew, when the door opened. I didn’t turn around, just continued with the process, trying to show distance. I’d already tipped my hand back in the lab about how much I wanted him. His arms curled around my waist and his fingers poked through the buttons of my shirt. His lips gently pressed the back of my neck, kissing the back of my ear.
“Your muscles are rigid,” she said. One hand drifted across the skin of my throat.
I could feel every follicle responding to the touch. I spun and found Sasha facing me. “I’ll prescribe some recreation for your predicament.”
I was annoyed and slightly stunned at her boldness. I’d already scolded her actions back at the lab.
Sasha smiled. She had loosened a few buttons of the cream-colored silk blouse she wore, and part of her breasts were visible through the slit of the fabric. She grabbed my hand and placed it inside her blouse. Immediately, her breathing became heavy. I’d admit it made me hard to feel the firmness of her breast against my palm. I couldn’t deny that. I pulled away and moved to leave, but she wouldn’t let me go.
“Don’t you want me, Bryce? I see how you look at me.”
I pushed her back gently, but she wouldn’t move.
“Why not? I want you; come on. Andrew doesn’t mind sharing you.”
I stared at her. I knew Andrew would be coming any moment.
“Sasha, please, I can’t …”
Her hand suddenly flew up to my neck and I felt a needle pierce my skin. I flinched and she pulled away as I stumbled back and caught sight of the syringe in her hand. She was smiling as I dropped on the bed.
“I will have you. I want you, Bryce. You can’t deny me that. Don’t worry, we won’t tell Dr. Hoffman. It’ll be our little secret, my love.”
I saw a faint, hazy image of her as she leaned over me, taking off her blouse. I felt the tug of my slacks and the weight of her body upon me … and passed out.
I heard her voice in my head again, even as I felt Aaron’s body against mine. I recalled the video she had left me.
“I created the perfect child.” Sasha smiled contemptuously at the camera.
The background was a lab I recognized—a lab filled with equipment to accommodate a genetic experiment. The mocking smile on her face made me shudder.
“I didn’t know what I had then. I tried using my own eggs but those failed. Shit! I should have known ...”
The video cut out part of what she said. There was a flicker and it skipped slightly, so part of the recording was lost.
“… He needed help. He and his wife wanted a child. I gave him a solution. He was a desperate man.”
Whom did she mean? I bit hard down on my lip.
“But they wanted to keep it a secret … something about the comp—”
The video skipped again, but caught her laughter just as it returned. She went off camera, moving files around. “You always wanted a child.”
Her words got my attention. I examined the screen as she settled back on her seat. “I knew I couldn’t use my own eggs; it would be too obvious, but a man’s sperm … well, that’s different.” She laughed again.
“Yeah. I did,” she declared.
Those words revealed something I’d long suspected.
“I used the source DNA … just before the accident.”
She looked right at the camera. It wasn’t an accident; I knew that much. “But you’ve figured that part out already … that it wasn’t an accident. I used your DNA to make the perfect child. I succeeded with your DNA and a donor egg. I gave a family what they wanted … this family that will remain anonymous.” More laughter.
“You thought I would tell you the truth? Who your legitimate child is?” She held up an envelope. “This is the family’s true identity. It’s in here in this envelope, but”—she pushed the envelope into a shredder—“I’m not allowing that. But he or she is out there. Wouldn’t it just be horrible if you ran into this child of yours, and never knew it. If you hurt them as you hurt me? Wouldn’t that just be horrible if you killed them?”
Sasha started laughing maniacally. “I wish I could see the look on your face. Oh, god … I bet you’re stewing in your rage. This is what you get for fucking with me. You and Andrew!” She typed a few commands on the computer.
“Deletion confirmed,” the computer voice indicated.
“You’ll never know. They will grow up without you and you’ll never know them. It’s probably for the best. You’d be a horrible father figure. The last chance you had is gone. I took your chance to conceive and now I took this last part.”
Sasha came closer to the camera. Her lips twisted slightly. I once found that lovely and delightful. Now, it frightened me that Sasha had taken so much from me and I had allowed it.
Her lips curled into a sneer. “Oh, one more thing ... I made … a count—”
The video became corrupted and it stopped there.
“This short time I’ve been with you and I hardly know anything about you. Tell me a little about yourself, Bryce,” Aaron requested.
The memory of my past had found its way into my mind, interrupting the peaceful moment between us. I pushed it away, trying to return to the present as we reclined under the sheets of Aaron’s comfortable bed.
I fondled his dark hair. My body was simultaneously numb from the wine still racing through my veins and tingling from sheer pleasure.
Aaron stroked my chest as I settled into his soft mattress, resting my head on the back of my upper arm. The stadium was viewable from the balcony door, which was slightly ajar, allowing a perfect breeze into the room.
“What is there to say?”
Aaron rested his chin upon my chest, gazing into my eyes. It weakened me and awakened lower regions of my anatomy.
“Tell me about your parents, about where you grew up. I want to know everything about you.”
“I had assumed you would know these things by now … reading of my work,” I joked. I gazed into his dark swirling eyes and smiled.
“You can only get so much from Google searches,” he informed me. “Do I have to remind you that you are a very private man? All the profile on your company’s site would offer was your work accomplishments and achievements of artificial limb reconstruction. You are more than that. I certainly can’t find out what your favorite color or movie is from a job profile.”
I chuckled. “Indeed, my love. However, I would have you know I’m often regarded as quite a bore by colleagues.”
“I doubt that. I find you intriguing.”
“Ah, do you now, Aaron?” I smiled, pressing him close. “Well, to answer your first question: I have no favorite color.”
Aaron wrinkled his nose. “Indulge me, Bryce.”
I grinned and thought very carefully of the words I would give. “Very well. If that is your wish. The exact shade of golden-brown that your skin is.”
“Really?”
“I find it exotic and alluring.”
Aaron was quiet, but he wrapped himself close and kissed the lower side of my neck.
“In regard to entertainment, I don’t watch television. I have no interest in such—”
“Why?”
“I have no time. It’s very simple.”
He was quiet for a moment.
I laughed. “I warned you, my love, I’m quite a bore.”
“No, you’re not. There’s still hope for you.”
I laughed again. “What else would you like to know?”
“I know you’re German, but tell me more. Who were your parents?”
I stared at him. There was an unusual sheen in his
eyes, a sort of sparkle I hadn’t seen since Andrew. That fear I had felt the night of our first encounter resurfaced. I pushed it out of my head and kissed him.
“Very well, beautiful. I was born in Germany- Munich … specifically in the year 1967, April 2, to a German mother and Russian father …”
Aaron listened attentively. Interesting, no other had ever voluntarily listened to my speeches.
“German and Russian … so exotic.”
I grinned as I stroked his cheek.
“Do you have any family now?” Aaron prompted.
“Unfortunately, no. My grandmother survived a hideous war, leaving her widowed, but she remarried a year later, giving birth to my mother, Frederica Ursula Müller, in 1945. I returned to Germany in ‘87 to bury my grandfather and sell the properties left to me.”
Aaron looked saddened. “So,” he softly continued. “Did your mother give you the name Bryce?”
“Actually, my real name is Heinrich, the name of my deceased grandfather but, yes, Bryce was given to me by my mother, from her Scottish side.”
“Heinrich is your name?”
I smiled back.
Aaron lifted himself slightly and gave me an intense look. “Why don’t you ever use it?”
“I have my reasons.”
“What do you mean? I love it!”
I smiled again.
“Why not?”
“We don’t exactly live in a world of acceptance or equal diversity. It’s one of the many reasons I use an American name.”
“Wait? What is your full name?” Aaron’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Heinrich Bryce Müller.” He gazed at me curiously. “That was never mentioned in the profile.”
“You won’t find any of that information on any Google searches, my love. I am allowed some secrets.”
Aaron rolled his eyes. “But you don’t look like someone that would be afraid or ashamed of your roots.”
“I’m not. I merely navigate around racial indifferences and discrimination. I’m a chameleon, taking on a preferred color, but the name Heinrich often raises eyebrows.”
“But what about the accent? You can’t hide that.”
“Most carelessly ignore it, or it goes unnoticed unless I say Ich bin Deutsche …”
Aaron raised his eyebrows. I felt him rise beneath the sheets, bumping my leg.
“Don’t get this the wrong way, but that sounded so sexy. Say something else.”
I laughed.
“Ich liebe dich, Aaron.” I caressed his cheek. “I love you, Aaron.”
Aaron gazed at me. Was there doubt in his eyes? “Do you hide who you are? At the restaurant you did. Are you ashamed, or afraid, what would happen if people knew about us?”
Puzzled, my brow furrowed. The restaurant. My refusal to kiss him. Such a sensitive creature he was.
“I have never questioned who I am, nor am I afraid of who I am, or that I love you. My sexual orientation has never been in question, I would gladly announce it to set all doubts aside.”
“No one will oppose you, Bryce. You just don’t give off that gay vibe.”
I laughed out loud, arching one eyebrow.
“I doubted it when I first met you. I’m glad I was wrong.”
I smiled, lifting my head up to kiss him.
His hands slipped down the top of my chest, making me purr.
“Now, can you please continue,” Aaron demanded, “I want to hear more about you.”
I tried to recall where I left off, even though Aaron’s gentle caresses were making me want to stop and concentrate on him. I had only this night before the security detail team would come looking for me, and I’d already failed to check in.
“Very well, love.” A quick breath escaped through my mouth and I recalled the life of the man that laid in his arms. Thoughts of past events made me wary of what Aaron would think of me. It had never mattered before, but now it seemed to be something important.
Aaron rested his head on my chest as I stroked his dark locks. He nestled closer. His fingertips caressed the defining features of my chest. “What was school like for you? When did you decide to be a doctor?”
“Well, I graduated high school at age 10, the youngest in my class. School is a little different in Germany. However, after finishing my high school exams, I began studying medicine and chemistry in Freiburg. Not long after, I received my doctorate, becoming the youngest at the age of 14 to graduate with honors.”
“My god! You’re a prodigy. I knew there was something about you that was special.” Aaron lifted his head to meet my gaze.
I laughed.
“Tell me about your mother? What was she like?”
My mother: young, beautiful and lost. She had me at a young age. She had a hard life but, no matter what, she loved me.
“I bet she was lovely and loving.”
“Yes, she was. My one regret was not getting to know her more. She died when I was only five.”
Aaron gazed sadly into my eyes and held my cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s quite alright, my love.” The truth was I hadn’t thought about her in a long time. Bent on vengeance, I hadn’t thought about anything at all.
Aaron settled beside me again, draping an arm over my chest. I held him tightly. After this night, I would have to go back to work. Back to the beakers and white lab walls, and the plotting. Back to being the arrogant and ill-tempered boss John Slater knew. Yet I couldn’t bear to leave his side. Aaron reminded me of Andrew. It was him I couldn’t remember, while Sasha’s memory often haunted me.
Aaron stirred. I lay close to him, settled under the bedsheets, and thought of the path that had brought me here. If things were different, I would be with Andrew. Still, the idea of having Aaron in my life was a close second. He was my last chance at happiness.
I closed my eyes and hoped to dream of Andrew, but he was never there. As always, it was just her. I hated her as much as I had loved her.