Universal: Chapter 12
After three days, I finally stopped the narcotics and it was both good and bad. The pain was a little worse, but then I was more clear headed and didn’t sleep as much. Or feel dizzy every time I tried to get up.
I woke the following morning and remembered the conversation Sookie and I’d had over dinner in which she told me she wasn’t going to prostitute herself anymore. I was thrilled and relieved to hear her say that and for the first time since I’d learned of her unusual profession, I felt like we had a chance to really be together.
I could feel her warm body behind me, her soft breath on my neck, her unique scent filling the bed—our bed that we’d shared for the past three nights. I wanted to wake to her every morning, and looked forward to the day when I would be well enough to make love to her when we woke together.
But then I had an image of her fucking some stranger in that silver top and mini-skirt and I felt a wave of nausea. Would I be able to get past what she’d done? Would I ever be able to erase those images from my mind? I was determined to try. She was most certainly worth it.
Since this was the first day my brain wasn’t drug-addled, I called Felipe DeCastro. He was very nice and expressed concern about my health.
I thanked him for comping the room and our meals and told him I hoped to be well enough to go back to work in a couple of weeks. I honestly wasn’t sure if that were true or not, but I hoped so.
“Well, that’s good news, Eric, but I’m afraid I’ve already engaged Victor Madden for the show at The Venetian,” he said.
Fuck. I’d lost the job I’d been chasing for years to another director because of my surgery.
“Oh, I see. Well, I’m sure he’ll do a fine job for you, Felipe.”
“Yes, I’m sorry it didn’t work out this time for us, but maybe there will be another opportunity.”
If so, it would most likely be years down the road.
I thanked him again, and hung up in a very grumpy mood.
Sookie had gone downstairs to buy us some magazines and a newspaper. I could read at least without the Vicodin in my system.
I was watching the news when she came back into the room in her new Venetian t-shirt and the same shorts she’d worn at Universal. She looked so incredibly sexy, but of course, I couldn’t do anything about it, and that added to my bad mood.
She spread the magazines on the bed and I took one and started to flip through it.
“Is the pain worse?” she asked after a few minutes.
“Have I done something wrong?”
“What? No, of course not.”
I looked at her, seated at the foot of the bed. God, she was so beautiful.
I explained, “I had some bad news from Felipe. It’s just a job I’ve been trying to get for a very long time—it went to someone else because of this.” I gestured to my stomach that was on my last nerve. I was so tired of the pain.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
Suddenly, a job didn’t seem so important—not with Sookie in the room.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter. Come here.”
She crawled up to me and very carefully lay beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.
I put the magazine down and put my finger underneath her chin, tilting her face to mine for a kiss.
Her lips were soft and warm, and her breathing quickly grew ragged when our tongues met. I wished so badly that I could make love to her.
When I broke the kiss, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled.
“How are you doing without the Vicodin?” she asked.
“Okay, but now I’m addicted to this,” I said and I gave her another kiss.
She returned it with a soft kiss on the tip of my nose before saying, “Well, there’s an endless supply of this drug.”
I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips.
“I was thinking maybe today you might feel up to lying by the pool,” she said. “You can lie on your back there in a chaise lounge. It’s just a question of getting you out there. Do you think you could walk as far as the elevator?”
“Yeah, I think so. I’m not dizzy today.”
“We could have lunch poolside. How does that sound?”
“Like I could forget I lost a very important job today. Like heaven with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I’ll get your swim trunks,” she said cheerfully as she got up and headed for my suitcase.
It was heavenly being outside by the pool for the afternoon. I was so sick of that hotel room and so sick of feeling like shit. I’d needed a change of scenery in the worst way, and being by a gorgeous swimming pool on a hot sunny day was pretty great. Plus, Sookie was there.
She confessed to me that sunning herself was her secret vice, and I thought, how perfect, because I just happened to live at the beach. I pictured us going for walks along the sand and living together in my condo. I told her where I lived and she just said, “Wow.”
“Well, it is an impressive neighborhood, but my condo isn’t really anything special. Just a one-bedroom.”
“But at the beach.”
“Yeah, at the beach.”
I was pleased that she seemed happy about where I lived and wondered if she’d also thought what it might be like if we lived together.
But then, I imagined the two of us walking along the beach and awkwardly running into some scumbag she’d slept with, and wondered again, how I’d ever be able to get past what she’d done.
“Have you talked to what’s-his-name yet?” I asked. “Sam, is it?”
She looked surprised at the change of topic. “Oh, well, yeah. I told him I was still here and you still needed my help.”
“Did you tell him about your decision?”
Her eyes wandered like she was trying to remember something. “Did we talk about that?”
“Yes, of course we did.”
“Oh, well, no. I thought I should tell him in person.”
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“Go with me? No! I can take care of it.”
“Okay, but the sooner the better, as far as I’m concerned.”
“I’ll do it as soon as I get back to L.A., don’t worry.”
I was able to go downstairs and eat dinner seated at a table like a normal human being, and it felt great. I had to wear my sweatpants though, so we couldn’t go anywhere really nice, but still, it felt so good to be out and among the living.
I still needed my Tylenol every four hours, and I walked like I was about a hundred years old, but at least I was walking on my own.
When we got back to the room, I was worn out though and fell asleep watching TV. When I woke up for my midnight Tylenol, Sookie was there with my glass of water and a smile.
Afterwards, I rolled onto my side and she lay in front of me, her head resting on my outstretched arm. We started kissing and for the first time, my body really responded in the way it was supposed to. I knew I shouldn’t try to really do anything yet, but I wanted to, and my body was on the same page finally.
We kissed and cuddled for a long time and I did misbehave a bit when I let a hand wander up underneath Sookie’s t-shirt. She had such beautiful breasts and to not touch them was a crime.
Her nipple was so perfectly hard and so was I. Every time my thumb stroked her nipple, Sookie gave a little moan into my mouth.
“Does that feel good?” I asked and pulled back to watch her face in the dark.
She moaned a soft, “Yes,” and squirmed a little. Her expression was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“I wish I could make love to you,” I said.
“It’s okay,” she said. “There’s no rush.”
I removed my hand from her breast and rested it on her soft stomach and we just lay there and stared at each other for a long time until I started to get sleepy again.
Sookie reached up and stroked my hair and said, “Go to sleep, sweetie.”