V.

She turns around in her bed again and again. The alarm clock shows 3.50 am. Sleep doesn’t want to come. The scenes in David’s car still flash back and forth in her mind – leaving her hot and sweatty in the sheets. She never expected that a man could have such an effect on her. Mind-blowing, indeed!
Closing her eyes his strong hands wander over her body again, exploring every bit of her. The sensation makes her tingle and twitch.

When he dropped her at the hostel she shortly sensed he wanted to say something more but then swallowed it – kissing her passionately good-bye. No words about meeting again – just assuring her how incredible it was.
Then she must finally have dozed off.

***
Looking outside the window, sipping her tea, she realizes that it must be raining already for a while.

Damn! Get out off my mind, David Gahan!

The buzzing of her mobile lets her cringe. Checking the display she sighs in kinda relief. It’s Baron & Baron Inc.. Three nights in this hostel already cost a fortune!

„Good morning, Ms. Jenssen! We’re pleased to inform you that you’re welcome in our team!“
„Oh, that’s great news!“
„Could you be around tomorrow at 9 am? Mr. Wilson will show you around.“
„Sure. Same meeting point as last time?“
„Positive! There are a few papers to be signed in the personnel office, but you will get all the necessary details tomorrow.“
„So this means I have to look for a flat now.“
„Well, we have a guest appartment rented by the company. You could have it as long as you found anything appropriate. As your contract will start in two months anyway there’s no need to worry.“

She writes down a few hints concerning the needed documents and then ends the call. Wow! Strange enough she’s not really jumping with joy. Perhaps the message needs to sink in first. She really didn’t expect to be successful.

The day passes her mailing and skyping her friends and family, namely her sister and brother. Some things needed to be managed concerning moving some of her belongings over to the States. Luckily she already has a friend who would take her flat as long as she would be away. She set herself kinda deadline. You never know how fast you’re going to be fired again over here. And she’s not the type cutting down all connections at once. Better play it safe – like with sex.

Oouch, wrong prompt again! Still no life sign of David. It’s already 10.30 pm and she packed her belongings – in case she could take over the agency’s appartment the other day. Maybe a little walk around the block would help to find the sleep she desperately needed. So she puts on her joggers and Sweatshirt, slips into her trainers and locks the door to her room. The city really never seem to sleep. Well, around a hostel that’s no surprise. Getting away from it more and more it get’s quieter. Every now and then she turns around, afraid someone could follow her. In the end it’s still New York. After half an hour she has enough and returns to the meanwhile familiar accomodation area.

***

„Thank you, Mrs. Callaway!“

She takes the keys and waves the concierge bye-bye, closing the door to the appartment. As expected she could move in the same day. With a sigh she maneuvers the heavy suitcase through the short hallway into the living room area. It’s a studio appartment – one main room with an adjacent bedroom, bath ensuite – and a tiny bistro kitchen – aprox. 45 square metres all together. The interior is plain and not really appealing – but it’s free so she can’t complain. It could need some fresh paint as well. First she checks the air condition. Hopefully the windows were not locked. The fan starts with some clattering noises. Hell, she’s happy it’s already autumn! No way to stand this sound 24/7 in the summer! And the window she tries next opens with a squeak. Fair enough. Needs some cleaning, too. Glancing at the aged radiators she doubts that they will work properly as well. At least they produce some odd noises.

A ring at the door. Who could that be now? She lets the wet cleaning rag drop into the bucket, dries her hands at the towel she found in the kitchen and walks for the front door. Looking through the spy hole she cocks her brows and opens.

„Don’t tell me again you can read.“
He smirks at her.
„Acutally I still can – yet I told you I knew some people in the industry. Do you let me in?“
She moves and makes way for him. He comes nearer and hugs her. She turns away her face – so his kiss ends up on her cheek.
„Who did you bribe this time?“
She ushers him into the living room, offering him a seat on the beige leather couch.

„I’m good friends with your art director, Bill Wilson. And you might want to get a vase for these.“
Now she recognizes he’s still holding a bouquet of multi coloured roses in his hands, plus a bottle of champagne.
Returning from the kitchen she places the flowers into a huge glass – obviously for wheat beer.
„I’m sorry – I just moved in and it’s only till I found my own flat.“
Then she musters the bottle.
„Alcohol?“
He smiles back.
„Alcohol free.“
„Eek!“
„Nah, it’s not that bad – honestly!“
„Hmh – I’m afraid I only have plain glasses. Does it need cooling?“
He shakes his head.
„No, just from the fridge. Should be right for consumation.“
She walks for the glasses again. He follows her into the tiny kitchen.
„Geez, this is really a shithole!“
„Ah, you shut up! I already started cleaning. And as it’s for free I can’t complain.“
She flashes him an annoyed look.
„Looks you are way spoiled meanwhile, Mr. Rock Star!“
He decides better not to go on and pops the bottle open. She reaches for the glasses and cleans them again in the sink with some washing-up liquid.
„Let’s go over again before you catch any germs here in this shithole.“

They sit down on the couch and he pours in the champagne. The next they hear is a slam against the wall, then another and a furious male voice.
„I’ll teach you bitch manners!“
A muffled female voice then, crying something. Another tubby thud against the wall.
„I’ll fuck your habits out, slut!“
Then rhythmic bumps, increasing in speed – finalling with some loud moans and evil laughter of that guy. Then silence.

They look at each other, speechless. The colour fades from her face and she covers her mouth, jumping up and running for the bath room.

„You’re OK?“
His concerned voice behind her while she flushes the toilet and wipes her lips with a tissue. She gets up and staggers to the bassin, letting some water into her toothbrush cup. The taste in her mouth is not very nice. She has to retch again and dashes back to the loo. He’s holding her hair out off her face now while she releases all her disgust into the porcellain toilet pan. Wetting a small towel with cold water he returns and gently places it against her face.
„Come back to the couch.“
He takes her by her arm and guides her back into the lounge.
„You can’t stay here, baby.“
She wipes her forehead with the cool towel and stares at him.
„Very funny. Any ideas?“
„Yes, you can have the guestroom next to my studio.“
„You wish for! From one desaster to the next – no, thank you! Saying hello to Jennifer in the lift every day? Being available if you feel like it? You must be kidding!“

He has no time to answer as there is another noise from next door – accompained by some more swearing. She now furiously paces to the other side of the room, hammering with her fists against the wall, yelling back aloud.

„You shut the fuck up there or I’ll call the cops!“
A moment silence then the male voice bellows back.
„You’re next, cunt!“

David drags her back to the couch.
„Are you mad?!“

This very moment there’s a hell of a noise at her door. That bastard definitely wants to know.
„I’ll get you, dirty slut!“
Another bang against the frame. Dave fetches his mobile and dials.

„What are you doing?!“
Her voice is scared now.
„Calling the cops.“

Ten minutes later there’s some kerkuffle outside and then her door bell rings.

„Police! Please open the door!“

She hesitantly walks into the direction of the uproar. Two men in uniform face her in the door frame.
„You called us, Miss?“
„Yes, me and my guest.“

They pose some questions for the protocol while another collegue of them pushes the handcuffed guy through the corridor. He faces her and spits out.
„You’ll pay for this, bitch!“
„Shut up and move!“
The officer drags the man with him.

„What’s with the woman I heard?“
Her question is answered as two paramedics cross the way, carrying a stretcher. The person fixed at it looks horrible – covered all over with blood and bruises.
„God!“

When the cops left and she had shut the door she can’t help but start sobbing hysterically. He pulls her in his arms, talking softly to her.

„Shush, relax. It’s over.“
After a while her tears get less and she frees herself from his embrace.
„Sorry, but I can’t stand your touch at the moment, David.“
There’s something in his deep green eyes now that makes her wish she didn’t say it. She hurt him, no doubt about it.
„No, I didn’t mean it that way!“
He turns away and goes to the window, showing her his back. After some moments of uneasy silence he walks back to her – she’s not able to decipher his expression.
„Get your stuff, Deborah. I really don’t want you to stay here. I’ll get you a decent hotel room – if you’d feel better with that option. And don’t tell me I shouldn’t pay for you again. I want it and that’s about it.“
„I don’t know what I want – it’s all too much!“
She sinks back onto the couch and covers her face with her hands.
„Deb, please! Let me help you.“
She looks up again.
„What do you expect? You can conveniently slip back into your celebrity crib!“
Her fingers cling into the cushions now.
„I can look after myself. And if I can only afford a shithole – so be it! At least it’s mine!“
Something else seems to cross her mind now. Her voice tones down a little.
„Don’t tell me now you had a little chat with Mr. Wilson to give me the job! Then...then...“
She can’t finish her tirade as he now dashes for the door and slams it shut behind him.

„Fuck!“
With glassy eyes she gets up and takes the untouched glasses from the table. Before she empties them into the sink she tastes at one of them. Warm, stale, sweet – simply yuck! Feeling the cold water gushing over her hands she starts to realize what she just smacked David into his face.

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