Hidden Hopes-Closed

[Perplexia]

Terrified, traumatized, abused and on the run Casey Hartford looked over her shoulder before going up the stairs to her loft apartment in Philly. Looking over shoulder once more before sticking the key in the lock and entering, closing and relocking the door. She tossed her purse to the chair by the door before sliding down the door to the floor and taking a deep breath.

Today was another day of success, he hadn’t found her, but somehow she knew he’d never give up. For right now she was in a new state, new city, and at a new job with a new identity. Joe had met her in college, at first he was charming, romantic, and sweet. She was a naive shy virgin orphan who had managed to get a scholarship to Florida State University. Casey’s dream was to be behind the scenes in television or maybe even movies. But that was gone now, instead she’d gotten a job with her new identity as an online editor for a magazine publication with an occasional byline in the entertainment section for the city's clubs and restaurants.

The only downfall was she had to go to these places. If she could crawl into a box and close the lid, and stay there for the rest of her life she would. At 22 she was alone in the world. The only thing she knew for certain is that if she wanted to eat, she had to work. Her green eyes closed behind her wide rimmed glasses. She reached up removing the mousey long haired brown wig releasing her auburn locks from the wig cap. Eventually she was going to have to dye it, but for now it helped make her blend in to the undesirables. Any attention was potentially bad attention.

She needed to look into colored contacts to help further her disguise. But tonight she needed to go to a club for an article. There wasn’t much info on the owner, Other than he was in his early 30’s, apparently he turned an old run down club into a new hot spot. The magazine had her added to the list. Looking at her disguise they wouldn’t let her in, she was a big nobody and that's exactly the way she needed to be. If her words weren’t like liquid gold, they would have given this to someone who fit the status quo of the “attractive”. Noone but her was able to see her shapely curves under the large clothes she wore. Or the way her green eyes stood out with her auburn locks. She was never one of the “hot” crowd or athletes, she was far too clumsy for that. Instead her brain and insecurities had kept her oblivious to the nerds in high school drooling for her.

Joe had been the one that made her feel special, made her think she was lucky to have him. He was a rich son of an aristocratic family from Connecticut. He dressed her like a doll, just waiting till she was primed so he could take her virginity. What he had failed to calculate is that she was the one with the brains. Being an orphan you learn quickly to be suspicious of everyone. She wanted it to be true, that he meant the silk words he spun. But after the abuse started, first emotional, then physical, she reported him to the school, reported to the police, did everything you were supposed to do. But his family threw money at it, so she was abandoned by the support system that was supposed to protect her. Luckily he was a year ahead of her. So as long as she stayed on campus he couldn’t get to her himself. But that didn’t stop his threats, having other classmates vandalize her dorm room, writing threats, stalking her, alienating her from ever feeling safe. She still denied him, it could all stop if she came back to him.

Instead she made a plan for an escape. Casey thumbed through her oversized clothing looking for something that could pass as somewhat club apparel, but still let her blend into the wall. A long black goth dress with an oversized sweater, black combat boots, dark makeup, her black cat rimmed glasses , and her mangly wig. With her black satchel, containing her yellow legal pad, pen and laptop she was ready.

Casey waited until the app said the uber had arrived before exiting her apartment and locking it up tight. Looking around she went down the stairs cautiously before entering her ride. It was about half hour with traffic before her Uber pulled in front of the club. A line had already formed, the cold air rushed into her lungs as she opened the door. The smell of fall was in the air and there was something new, something different. Shaking it off she walked up to the 6’5 man with the clipboard in front of the door. He was already to dismiss her when she gave him her name. With a sigh he checked his list and ushered her inside with a shake of disbelief of his bald head.

 

[Homerun2611]

Maximillian (Max) Reynolds stared through his office window into the Philadelphia night skyline. He raised his large hand, and exaggeratedly long fingers to brush a piece of black hair from his eye that had haphazardly escaped his perfectly arranged business professional 21st century hairstyle. He’d worn many styles over the years to blend in with the times. This one was not his favorite, perhaps he should grow his hair longer to blend in with the artistic patrons that visited his establishment, he pondered briefly before turning toward his 1825 George IV mahogany writing desk. It was one of the few personal possessions he had kept with him, but he had bought it long ago, after eyeing it from the cobblestone street in Williamsburg, four years prior to the beginning of the Civil War.

Max was over 2000 years old, and... he was a vampire! Not some Hollywood creation, of what were supposedly thousands of his type roaming the Earth. Maximillian was reasonably aware of the entirety of his population, for he was one of the oldest of his kind undead. His history going back to days of Atlantis, a mere child when the great city tumbled into the sea, and to the best of his knowledge there were less than 1,000 vampires of any kind scattered across the globe.

There were a few rogues left, indiscriminate killers who largely feasted on the great unwashed, in whose absence scarcely a tear was shed. Most, like he, no longer fed on humans, instead gaining their life sustaining protein from various mammals, often raised on their behalf.

This night, he had been sipping his scotch, single malt, Jonny Walker blue, that was his everyday drink, slowly sipped and enjoyed. He had been doing paperwork, checking inventories, reviewing payroll, ordering what needed to be ordered. He had an appointment later in the evening, a young reporter, surprisingly he had accepted. She tried to convince him that whatever she wrote it was still free advertising, he politely suggested, he was the hottest club in town, he didn't need advertising, demand was not the issue, and his limiting of supply was intentional.

No, the argument wasn't what had earned her the interview, it was the tone, the combination of innocence and pain in her voice that did it, he was intrigued, what he wasn't sure was what he might tell her, how much he might disclose, for the club, its true essence, was so much more than the cool jazz, and dark, slightly goth atmosphere that made his spot the place for the most hip, and the most dark, or purely the most curious, in town.

The club itself was The Catacombs. And in one form or another, he had been building it out for fifty years.
The male bartending staff of The Catacombs dressed in black pants with a crisp white dress shirt, a medium black tie, pin striped blazer, suspenders, a fedora, and black dress shoes. The women in short leather skirts, fishnet stockings with a tantalizing seam up the back and black stilletos and a top like Jennifer Beals had worn during her dinner in Flashdance. The wait staff uniforms were all exactly the same, except for black pinstripe blazer, a black shirt and gray tie. Xander had always thought it a shame that smoking was banned in bars since 2008, because an opera length cigarette holder would have completed the ambiance he had attempted to create. So, he began a private club, in the back the humidor filled with Cuba's finest, and patrons could enjoy a night from days gone by.

The main area of The Catacombs was divided into four sections, as well as the back private smoking room. When walking in, customers were escorted to tables that matched your party size. For four or less they took you to the right and for a party to the left. Xanders thought process was that parties tended to be louder and they would be less likely to disturb the more common attendees. Each section had round tables, the 4 or less with overstuffed armchairs, and the parties with L Shaped overstuffed high back bench seating. There was a mahogany bar on each side with a kitchen behind it. Then down front, was the dance floor and stage. Upstairs, opposite Xander's office, was the VIP lounge with a few small tables, its own bar, and the best view of the stage and dance floor.

That was all that was open to the public, those had been put in place during the year spent remodeling the former old bank that was the street facing façade of the club. However, it was the lower section, accessed by invite only, that was why some of the most famous people of the world showed up, only to disappear within the Catacombs. There was a single elevator that could take you down another three levels into the earth. Each level required it's own key.
Level one was for high stakes gambling, five rooms, each with three tables, one room each for poker, craps, roulette, blackjack or baccarat, dealers were handpicked and flown in from Monaco. This level also kept his private wine celler, with one rack locked exclusive to him, as the beverage contained inside was not for human consumption.

Level two was for play, BDSM playrooms and dungeons, four separate, fully equipped areas for adult play. Each room would house a single party, but the number of participants was up to the person who secured the extremely difficult reservation. Level three was Max's personal living quarters, but there were other rooms and accommodations should he ever allow a guest. To date, no one but he had ever accessed this lowest level.

He had been notified when the reporter entered the club, he walked out if his office to watch her, he knew in an instant she was in disguise, and he also could tell there was a precious pearl within that protective shell. He had directed she be taken to the second room, a darker booth, it could seat four, but was best for two. He worked his way through the crowded club to meet her. His black Armani blazer and black dress shirt mingled sensually on his well muscled exoskeleton. His ice-blue eyes pierced from the shadows over the dancing crowd that swooned to the crooning of Andy Williams as he sang “Can’t take my eyes off of you”. The well placed acoustics gave the crowd a unique experience of an almost euphoric floating feeling as the music enveloped them. Maximillian was six foot four inches, two hundred and ten pounds of sinewy, sculpted muscle and moved with the grace of a big cat.

The table where the young author sat, was illuminated by a single candle floating in a shallow crystal brandy glass. There he suddenly stood, extending his cool hand, and when she gave it, bending gracefully to kiss the back of her hand. "Maximillian Reynolds, it is a pleasure to meet you, may I join you?" Without waiting for an answer he slid into thr rounded bench seating facing her.

 

[Perplexia]

The name of the club confused her, she knew it was a jazz club. But when she entered she half expected to see a darker interior. Instead it was stepping through a door into a time era of the past. From the decor to the ambiance it was like almost entering a world where Capone or Bugsy would enter through at any moment.

A smile almost crossed her lips as she imagined what it would have been like to live in that time period. Of course anything was better than living here and now.
But there was no use in imganing. For she lived in a very real reality. Until she could figure out the next step in how to escape from it, she had to make the best of the circumstances as they were.

Mr. Reynolds had been correct when he advised he wasn’t in need of advertisement. This place could cater any age that enjoyed some good conversation and timeless music of the soul. Her words would impact his attendance. Of that she was sure. He would more than likely have to go to reservation only for a bit, or perhaps just extend his books out a few years.

The staff outfits were classic and exuded a sex appeal that was good for both the men and women. It had almost a slight goth feel to it. But was designed with all the elements that could appease anyone. It was actually quite brilliant, all the elements he put into this place made it a place that even she would want to come to, in a different life.

“Miss Hartford?” Casey didn’t turn right away to the young girl that called her alias as she found herself memorizing and liquifying the description she’d later write down. She hadn’t yet grown accustomed to the bland name she’d chosen. “Miss Hartford?” The woman asked again. Turning she nodded, “yes sorry, was just taken away for a moment by the ambiance.” The pretty girl smiled “it happens a lot, quite incredible isn’t it?” “Yes indeed it is”, she responded. “Please come this way, i’m to show you to your table, and Mr. Reynolds will be with you.”

She followed the girl to a table that was dimly lit adding to the mystery and sensuality that enveloped the senses. “Can I bring you a drink?” The girl asked her as Casey sat down. “Um an appletini please, and how much?” “On the house” she said with a bright smile turning on her heels and skipping off. The girl was probably close to her age, and had such a light inside of her. A light that had been taken from her, a youthfulness that had been stolen with an innocence and purity for hope that made her feel ten times her age.

It was good to see that exuberance in someone. She hoped that this girl would never endure the pain and degradation she had. Her self pity was interrupted with a shadow that crossed her table. Looking up her green eyes found a gorgeous kind smile, and the most captivating eyes she’d ever seen. He held out his hand and out of human reflex she took it, still enthralled. He had a cool touch, and when his lips touched the back of her hand she let out an involuntary gasp and pulled it back. “"Maximillian Reynolds, it is a pleasure to meet you, may I join you?” She hadn’t even started to form the words and he took a seat.

Clearing her throat with a slight cough the girl turned up with her drink and asked him if he would like anything. She then scattered away again. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me Mr. Reynolds. I’m Casey Hartford.” She shuffled in her bag and pulled out her legal pad and pen. “So tell me, what gave you the vision for this incredible club? Was it something you purchased, or was it inherited?”

Casey was good at her job, she switched modes from battered on the run girl, to a professional interviewer hiding behind her façade with grace and elegance. Her wallflower motif would make her forgettable, just a blur among the many faces he’d seen on a regular day. That was the way it was with everyone she had to meet. That was the way it had to be. To be known, to be remembered was too dangerous. She waited for him to answer her questions and wrote down his answers before continuing the interview.

 

[Homerun2611]

Max had been moving down to greet her, but there was an issue at the bar, so he stepped behind it, as one of his hostesses, Tiffany Grayson, escorted Miss Hartford, to the table. A little known fact about vampires is they mate for life. Oh, they are by no means monogamous, Maximillian had been a rake for Millenia, but the soul, the soul only mated once. When the vampire was with his mate, and they were fully engaged, carnally, emotionally, it was only then that he was fully alive, able to see colors, taste and eat real food, smell a bouquet, in fact three of his five senses were only fully enabled in those moments. And for Max, it had been over two hundred years, since he had last been with her.

If your mate, your soulmate, went through different incarnations, how did you find them, how did you know? The truth was, you didn't always, no vampire could be everywhere, and only when in close proximity, did the senses register, and the undead begin to feel! He thought back momentarily to their first time, Euphoria, a maiden, in the palace of Julius Caesar. The daughter of a Senator, taken by the brash and daring Maximillian! Four other times had their paths crossed, but each of those times, despite the heat of their passion and depth of their love, as Maximillian had been contemplating turning her, and claiming her for eternity, fate had stepped in, taking her in his own hand as Maximillian contemplated the grueling decision!

He had no doubt, he had missed entire versions, and it had been so long, he began to give up hope! But the momentary flash of deep red, as she walked past, notified him, his mate was here, although she had no idea, and he could not be in a hurry to tell her. He had rushed last time, and the consequences had been horrific! So it was, he approached the table, and kissed her hand. He glance up, looking into her eyes, wondering what reaction his lips, his touch had on her body, her heart, her soul. Something had told him to take this interview, and now he knew what that something was!

He smiled, staring into her, through her as she introduced herself. "A pleasure to meet you too Miss Hartford is it?" The way he said "Is it?" Was more than just clarification it was questioning, "Who are you really? Who are you, this time?" He fingered his drink as she asked the next question, and waited a second as Tiffany set down Casey's Appletini. "I wanted to create this type of place ... again." He saw her look, "I had another bar, long ago, in Paris, and I loved it. I thought I could do it here."

The truth was La Cage, had been his club, in Paris in 1938, it had been destroyed during World War II, and Maximillian had fled to the US, as his kind were hunted by the Nazi's to be used as a specialized killing force! "You cannot see them, but this club has several levels below the ground, I myself live in one. I purchased the bank and the building in 2009, during the financial crises. I was able to save the bank and turn it around. I began the build up of the lower levels at that time. However, I would ask that the existence of the lower levels remain off the record, for your story, agreed?" He saw how she stared into his eyes, he knew she would not remember, not consciously, but subconsciously?

"Over the last few years, when I walked through the bank, I never saw happiness. Money is a safeguard, a necessity, and yes, a source of evil, but never have I seen it be a source of joy. I sold the bank to a conglomerate, and they moved the assets and customers to a new location, and I had my building, to recreate, a place of joy!" There was more, much more, but he would let Casey ask the questions. Max was in no hurry, after all, it had been 235 years since their last evening together, and he had a few questions of his own!

 

[Perplexia]

"A pleasure to meet you too Miss Hartford is it?" The way he asked made her pause a moment. Her heartbeat picked up slightly then she calmed it. She was simply being paranoid. There was no reason he should suspect her of being anyone but who she said she was. Casey would have remembered his face had she ever crossed him before. Stretching her fingers of the hand he kissed trying to relieve the oddness the feeling his kiss left she listened to his answer.

"I wanted to create this type of place ... again." Her eyes raised up to his inquisitively, "I had another bar, long ago, in Paris, and I loved it. I thought I could do it here."
What an odd expression she thought, long ago? He couldn’t be much older than his early thirties. She wrote that down to inquire on a more personal note to question his age at that time.

"You cannot see them, but this club has several levels below the ground, I myself live in one. I purchased the bank and the building in 2009, during the financial crises. I was able to save the bank and turn it around. I began the build up of the lower levels at that time. However, I would ask that the existence of the lower levels remain off the record, for your story, agreed?"

It took her another moment as she was doing math in her head. If he had purchased the bank in 2009 that would have put him in his early twenties. He had purchased and had a club in Paris before that. He must have been a trust baby, or had an inheritance of some sort to acquire the income that was necessary for not one, but two huge endeavors. Either that or he was one of those rare entrepreneurs that learned the art of saving and investing.

“Yes I will leave the lower levels off the record”. She advised writing all the questions that formed in her mind about him.

"Over the last few years, when I walked through the bank, I never saw happiness. Money is a safeguard, a necessity, and yes, a source of evil, but never have I seen it be a source of joy. I sold the bank to a conglomerate, and they moved the assets and customers to a new location, and I had my building, to recreate, a place of joy!"

“That is a very advanced form of thinking for someone so young if you don’t mind me saying so Mr. Reynolds. You seem to have accomplished quite a lot in your lifetime. Most people are still trying to figure out who they are at their early stages of adulthood. What made you choose Jazz and the motif?”

Casey was uneasy, she was torn between wanting to talk to him for hours and to run. There was an odd comfort in his presence, and that terrified her. She was meant to be invisible, yet somehow he seemed to be looking into her soul. That couldn’t be possible. She had long since abandoned the notion of soulmates. The plan would be to stay a year or two at the most and move on. There was no room for crushes on unattainable, handsome, rich, successful. articulate and intelligent men. Casey looked around and observed how the group of single women at the bar stroked their cocktail straws and salivated over him. Fingering her oversized outfit brought her swiftly back to reality. Being a wallflower was her purpose. Getting distracted in this world wasn’t an option.

Taking a sip of her appletini she waited for his response to the questions she asked.

 

[Homerun2611]

He watched her. her response to his kiss, the way she looked in his eyes. Always there was hope that recognition would take place, he wouldn't again need to start over. She did look at him different this time, or so it seemed, but it was not the recognition of the pairing of their souls, he would have known, the lights would have been growing brighter, but there was not yet love in her heat, not for him, not for anyone!

As he mentioned the club in Paris, he could see her trying to do the math, his lips curled in a smile, she had no idea. She agreed to keep the lower level off the record, so he returned the favor. "Thank you!" And he raised hi glass, "I will let you see part of it then, if you come off hours ..." He did the math himself, he planned to be down by sun up, 5:30 AM, by 1:30 he would be well rested, "... say 3 PM, I will show you things only the the most trusted of members ever see?"

She had to wonder why, they had known each other, in her world, minutes, and in his centuries. She was actually incapable of hurting him intentionally, but that was his knowledge, imbedded in her conscience.

“That is a very advanced form of thinking for someone so young if you don’t mind me saying so Mr. Reynolds. You seem to have accomplished quite a lot in your lifetime. Most people are still trying to figure out who they are at their early stages of adulthood. What made you choose Jazz and the motif?”

"So young? ... just what age do you believe I am?" He listened to her answer, "Well that is flattering, I do work out, and I have long been on an almost pure protein diet, except for..." He swirled the two ice cubes in his two fingers of fine scotch. "I am 42, but I still think of myself as young, but I must say, I do feel my knowledge belies my years, I guess I'm just lucky!"

He rolled his neck and you could hear the cracking just as you could see the raw strength and athleticism, the balance and ease of a big cat! "Jazz was the only thing considered, it is the music of the soul. I want you to feel when you ar here. Drown your sorrows if you have them, feel safe but let your soul be inspired!"

He watched her watch the crowd, the beautiful people did congregate here but so did the needy, and they felt just as welcomed! He watched as she slipped her Appletinie, a look of delight in his eyes. "Best you have ever tasted. right? I have hired the greatest mixologists in the world, hired them from Barcelona, Monaco, Paris Hong kong, San Francisco, Manhattan, even Moscow ... Vodka has become crazy popular!"

"Do you know what that Appletini normally costs?" It was a trick question but he wanted an answer. "No one does, for their is no set price. If you're Brad Pitt, Beyonce, $50 dollars at least, but if you are a guy who just lost your job, can't catch a break, you won't pay a dime. We charge what you can afford, I approve every check, but most of my people are quite good at reading people, understanding their capacity and need."

It is part of what makes us different, we understand your story, and we protect those that most need it." H again waited, "It is why I took this meeting, I don't know why, but I know you need help, or I think you do? You tell me?"

 

[Perplexia]

"I will let you see part of it then, if you come off hours ..." He did the math himself, he planned to be down by sun up, 5:30 AM, by 1:30 he would be well rested, "... say 3 PM, I will show you things only the most trusted of members ever see?"

“I appreciate the offer Mr. Reynolds, but I know you’re a very busy man. I shan’t take any more of your time than necessary for the article.” Yes she felt comfortable with him, and would love to spend more time with him. But she felt she could trust Joe too. No it wasn’t fair to assume that things would turn out the same. Max was a man, not a spoiled boy. However, there was no reason, even if there was a remote chance he was interested in her, to bring him into the chaos that was her life. Casey would feel awful if anything happened to him because of her. It didn’t strike her as odd to perhaps not want anything to befall him, she was a kind person. But perhaps the profoundness of the depth of protectiveness lingered at the edge of her consciousness.

Normally with strangers she would simply wish them well and not allow herself to become involved. Staying aloof was safer for everyone. But after only minutes of meeting this man she wanted him safe. What she was prepared to do to ensure it hadn’t even registered yet. Not getting close, just becoming another face he saw would be for the best.

Casey had guessed 34 as an age she thought him to be approximately when he asked. She was quite taken back that he was actually 42, not that age made a difference. But it did help to speak to his self confidence and maturity. He cracked his neck and she found her toes curling in her boots. What the hell was wrong with her. If she was reacting like this for a gorgeous club owner, how would she react if she had to interview a celebrity. ‘Get a grip’ she told herself, taking another sip of her drink. Music for the soul, that was one of the things she had always felt about Jazz music. She smiled slightly at his mention of it.

"Best you have ever tasted. right? I have hired the greatest mixologists in the world, hired them from Barcelona, Monaco, Paris, Hong Kong, San Francisco, Manhattan, even Moscow ... Vodka has become crazy popular!"

“Really?” her tone implied she was impressed. “I have to tell you, most club owners are in it for the profit, the notoriety, a few perhaps for the love of the music, but none have I seen put such forethought into what would suit the people. It’s normally about what suits them, and if people don’t like it, well their attitude is simply they don’t have to come.” Referencing his previous comment “what makes you want to give people a place to drown their sorrows and feel safe?”

"Do you know what that Appletini normally costs?" he asked her. “I would say a place like this probably 8-10 dollars” she replied.

"No one does, for there is no set price. If you're Brad Pitt, Beyonce, $50 dollars at least, but if you are a guy who just lost your job, can't catch a break, you won't pay a dime. We charge what you can afford, I approve every check, but most of my people are quite good at reading people, understanding their capacity and need. It is part of what makes us different, we understand your story, and we protect those that most need it."

“That is really quite extraordinary Mr. Reynolds. Though in effort to not victimize your generosity I will leave that part out of the article.” There she was protecting him again. She wasn’t sure if it was because of him or because it was the right thing to do.

"It is why I took this meeting, I don't know why, but I know you need help, or I think you do? You tell me?" How was she supposed to respond to that? She so desperately wanted to feel a connection with another person, He seemed genuinely kind and caring. There was an ease with him that she hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. Her brow furrowed as her mind played ping pong with words. The truth was she was terrified, though she knew that living ones life in fear wasn’t healthy. But she wasn’t healthy. She was freshly free of her tormentor, and knew that if she became compliant it would bite her in the ass.

“I’ve got a career I love, a place to live, food in the fridge, and a little cash in my pocket. I’ve got more than a lot of people. So many are so worse off that they could use help.” she gave a slight smile. Her eyes went to the bar where a man she recognized was holding up a picture to the bartender. Her face went white, her body stiffened and hands trembled. She grasped her hands together to keep from shaking. Her eyes darted around looking for a way to escape. If she ran, people would notice. Was her disguise enough to keep her from being noticed?

 

[Homerun2611]

Casey politely, but clearly declined his offer. Of course he had danced this dance before with her, just not this version. "Well the invitation is open, until it isn't?" He winked, trying to make their interaction a bit more casual, less professional. "I can make sure we have a chaperone, if you are worried about being alone with me down there, but I don't bite." He smiled at the comment, at least he didn't bite humans, or hadn't in a very long time!
Max knew he had been presumptuous with his best you've ever tasted remark, but he also knew it was true.

Mixologists were not the only specialists who had helped create his unique concoctions, an alchemist, one might even refer to as a witch, had also lent an important hand. So other than the liquors, mixes, etc, was a dash of mood altering ingredients, none devious in their intent, nor addictive, just a pinch to address what was concerning you, raising spirits, and having a long term lasting effect.

“I have to tell you, most club owners are in it for the profit, the notoriety, a few perhaps for the love of the music, but none have I seen put such forethought into what would suit the people. It’s normally about what suits them, and if people don’t like it, well their attitude is simply they don’t have to come.” Maximillian nodded, "This isn't a charity, but I look at it like Robinhood, taking from the rich to give to the needy. I don't lose money..." He thought about it, he wasn't completely sure about that, actually, "...or if I do, it is not enough to matter. Have you ever studied economics?"

It was an odd question, given the context, "The reason I ask, is there is such a thing as marginal utility. The first dollar you have has incredible utility, you need it to eat, live. Each subsequent dollar is equally important until at least those basic needs are satisfied. Then there are lesser, but still important needs, basic socialization, entertainment, a higher standard of living!"

He stopped, making sure she was tracking. "There are other tiers, each while still nice, a bit less meaningful, more of a luxury than a need. At some point, some secure generational wealth, enough money, that with an sort of care, will not only cover anything you want to do, but your dependents, and your dependents, dependents. I was fortunate enough to do just that..." Of course this might be an exaggeration as Max might well never completely perish, and who knew what infinity might bring, but within reason, he was correct.

"What value does greater profit provide me? Almost zero, what kind of utility can I create for others by some, thoughtful redistribution, significant! Hence, my somewhat unconventional business model."
When she said his pricing would not be included in his article, he smiled, "Thank you, I appreciate it. I am not sure all of my patrons would agree with my ... approach."

He told her why he'd taken the meeting, his concern, but was not surprised when she tried to brush him off. “I’ve got a career I love, a place to live, food in the fridge, and a little cash in my pocket. I’ve got more than a lot of people. So many are so worse off that they could use help.” He actually agreed with her, there were many far worse off, and she was doing her best to make lemonade from whatever the lemons were that had her in front of him, in disguise. There was more, far more, but he wanted to be careful. Then, serendipity intervened!

Maximillian saw her eyes, her pupils dilate in panic, and raising his hand, he calmly motioned for Tiffany. "Please take Ms. Hartford, up to my office, and use the back stairway." It was hidden behind a curtain, Tiffany extended her hand, "Ms. Hartford please follow me." Maximillian's bartenders were well trained, and while he knew that the woman in the picture, even in disguise, was the woman in the picture, he never suggested such. This was not the first time, a "person of interest" was seeking shelter within their confines, and this time, this guy was likely a thug, not the police or FBI. It didn't matter, he would have been equally obtuse.

Max made sure that the women had made their exit before sauntering to the bar himself. His stare was steely, as his finger plucked the picture to look at the woman. He gazed carefully, knowing the interrogator was watching his ever move. So, this was Casey, her auburn hair was stunning, as was she, she had done well drabbing up her disquise.
Maximillian shook his head, "No, but if she is on the run, I wouldn't be surprised if she showed up here, give me your number and I will let you know if she turns up?" The man seemed satisfied, he knew a liar, or so he thought, and both the bartender and owner seemed legit, if not downright menacing.

As the man left, he gave his employee a nod, and a smile, an extra $5,000 would be in tonight's tip envelope. Max took care of his employees, and rewarded loyalty. He used his supernatural speed to get up to his office, and brushed his hair back before coming inside. Tiffany had stayed with Casey, and Max thanked her as well. Once she was gone, Max looked at her. "He's gone, and has no reason to come back ... " He sat down sitting in the other overstuffed leather chair from Casey, looking into her eyes. "Okay, I agree you have done a nice job building a life, but, how about telling me the rest of the story?"

 

[Perplexia]

“I can make sure we have a chaperone, if you are worried about being alone with me down there, but I don't bite." She couldn’t help but smile at his witty comment. Casey let out a light giggle shaking her head no. It surprised her the sound she made. It had been so long since she found amusement.

She listened and nodded appropriately as he spoke about economics. Casey found it easy to keep up with his explanation. It made sense and it gave her a great impression of his character. A handsome modern day Robin Hood sat across from her. It was a moment of lightness that crossed her features. For a briefness there was nothing else in her mind other than the music and the feeling of utter comfort.

That was until her eye caught the black leather jacket. Max had caught her reaction, and before she could even gather her thoughts he had Tiffany taking her back to his office. Breath she couldn’t breath, she sat in his big overstuffed leather chair as her body shook. Tiffany poured her a stiff drink and talked soft and soothing words of comfort to her.

He hadn’t seen her, and even if he had he wouldn’t have recognized her would he? What was she going to do, she had to make a plan, she had to pack, she had to get a new identification, and she had to go. Her mind was going a thousand miles a minute and the panic was in overdrive. But when he entered she found her focus and the comfort that seemed to sedate her in a way that was new and relieving.

He sent Tiffany back to her tasks, leaving them alone. Caseys eyes watched him as he moved with a grace no man his size should be capable of, it was almost poetic. He took a seat in the matching chair across from her. God how pathetic she must look in his eyes right now. Here she was supposed to be a professional journalist here for a job, not one of his rescues.

"He's gone, and has no reason to come back ... " She raised her eyes up to look into his. "Okay, I agree you have done a nice job building a life, but, how about telling me the rest of the story?"

“The story” she repeated softly. “The man at the bar was in a fraternity with my ex boyfriend in college. He, my ex, is looking for me, he’ll always be looking for me. He’s one of those guys that doesn’t like being told no.” she picked at her sweater for a moment and continued.

“Growing up you hear of battered women, women that stay with men that abuse them. Women that blame themselves. That wasn’t me. I went to school on a scholarship, I was naive about boys and the world. I lived a pretty sheltered life, orphanage, foster homes. My escape was learning through books, and writing tales, and making a few friends. Then this handsome boy that all the girls were throwing themselves at started to court me like one of those old time novels.”
“Joe didn’t throw out any stops. Flowers, notes, little sentimental gifts, romantic dates, dinners, and gestures. He would open doors, and use manners. When I agreed to be his girlfriend, things slowly changed. He became possessive, jealous, and impatient. First the emotional abuse. When I showed him I wouldn't tolerate it, he became physically abusive. The very first time I ended it, I reported him to the police. Went to the hospital, had all the bruises documented. It was swept under the rug, his father is a senator. I reported him to the school. They told me I led him on and was being dramatic and I should spread false claims. They said this as I sat in front of them with a black eye and broken nose.”

She took a long drink of liquid courage. “I lived in torment and constant fear for the next time he found someone to grab me and drag me off to a private room. First he would alway start with the begging and pleading, then the yelling then the hitting and punching and breaking. Always blaming me for making it happen because I wouldn't come back to him. Because I wouldn't surrender myself to him.”

Casey wiped the tears from her eyes. “I was on a first name basis with the emergency room. As soon as I was wheeled in, they picked up the phone and called the police. There was this one officer who actually told me to stop allowing this to happen. ‘Just stay away from him’ they’d say.” taking another long drink she continued. “He was a year ahead of me, as were most of his buddies. When he graduated the school banned him from the premises. But he was still there, or one of his buddies was there waiting for me to leave the school grounds. I made my plan, i got a new name, new papers, and got out of town the day of the last final. I had gotten good at disguising myself to get the fundamentals off of school grounds. Hence how Casey was born.” Taking another drink she was beginning to feel the effects of it as her adrenaline wore off.

“I am truly sorry to have brought this to your door Mr. Reynolds. I will be once again out of sight and out of mind as soon as the alcohol wears itself out of my system.” with that came an indelicate burp with her covering her mouth and a giggle. Fuck, she was drunk, and at a handsome strangers mercy.

 

[Homerun2611]

Casey had only just begun to open up, still not talking, at least about herself, she had relaxed, Maximillian could feel it! But then the man walked into the bar, and it was like she had seen a ghost, past, present and future. Max hadn't faltered, although he felt the pain in her heart, but he could wait to find out. He had Tiffany take her away, he trusted Tiffany more than anyone. Tiffany would do anything for Max, and he knew it.

The reemergence, and his finding his soulmate through various incarnations was not a given. He had no idea how many versions of Casey, Michelle, Maria, had happened through the milleniums, he had probably found 50% at most, probably less. The only way to keep her with him forever was to turn her, and they had discussed, but somehow fate had always and cruelly intervened.

Even Max was not sure, for no matter how dark his world was when she was not there, the taking of one's soul was no trivial matter, even if it was your soulmate's! Therefore he had required Tiffany's or her like, women who could still flame desires, and willingly, gleefully let him pleasure in their sex, even with full disclosure that he would never love them

She had no delusions in their relationship. Max was her boss, was not in love with her, and their relations were entirely consensual. Max was a passionate and giving lover, his stamina other worldly, and the feel of her long, hard, yet cool cock satisfying you to your very depths, was one women could not readily, if ever, feel otherwise. In fact, Tiffany had hoped, after closing that she might serve her boss again. But this new visitor would complicate that, so Tiffany left the office, resigned to find another patron to fuck!

Max had sat down, asked to hear the real story, but before he started he leaned forward and took off the wig. "There, your hair is far too beautiful to hide, we will find another answer. He then slipped off the glasses, "Those eyes two, they are like gems, they should light up a room." He took a drink, "Okay, now please proceed?" He listened intently to every word, only asking once, "Did he ...I'm sorry to ask, but did he ever rape you?"

Although you would never know it, rage was brewing inside of him, and if that answer were yes, he would find that man, and he would never enjoy another break of day. "Don't ask me how, but I don't believe you will ever have to worry about him again, or at least I hope not. You will stay here tonight and we will talk in the morning. Tiffany will stay with you, in one of the guest suites down below. I won't take no for an answer."

The suite he spoke of was a large, ornately decorated suite, with Louis XIV decorating. Tiffany was there within an instant, Max had beckoned her from his phone. He motioned her over, and whispered in her ear, so only she could hear. "Please assist Ms, Hartford with anything she needs, and do not let her out of your sight."

Once they were gone he fished out the number in his pocket, he was going to find the gentleman who had come to the club looking for Casey, make him a Godfather offer, one he couldn't refuse!

 

[Perplexia]

When he reached for her to remove her wig she instinctively cowered back. "There, your hair is far too beautiful to hide, we will find another answer.” His words, his voice, the delicacy in which he removed it resonated somewhere deep inside of her. When he reached forward to remove her glasses, this time she didn’t flinch or pull away. "Those eyes two, they are like gems, they should light up a room." Generally when a man complimented her she disregarded it with distrust, and suspicion. But with him, she wanted to believe he meant it.

She then told him her story. Stopping when he asked "Did he ...I'm sorry to ask, but did he ever rape you?" “no” she said softly. “He wanted me to give consent, and I always refused. That’s primarily what set him off. He said I was frigid because I didn't want to do anything more than kissing. He was rough and crass, and it was a turn off. I thought with time the desires may grow. But instead he became more repulsive as his attitude changed. I guess he thought he could beat it into me. The most he did was man handle me, grab a handful here and there. I’m pretty sure he thought himself irresistible to women. Or at least he tried to remind me how blessed I was to have him, when there were so many other women that would die to take my place.”

Casey shrugged, wiping a tear from her cheek. She finished the story.
"Don't ask me how, but I don't believe you will ever have to worry about him again, or at least I hope not. You will stay here tonight and we will talk in the morning. Tiffany will stay with you, in one of the guest suites down below. I won't take no for an answer." The feeling of being dismissed like a schoolgirl swept through her. She was going to object, but the tone in his voice told her it was pointless. So she would spend the night in the guest room, and in the morning she would slip away. “I appreciate your kindness Mr. Reynolds, but I don't wish to trouble you. I ..I’ll find a way.” Even as she said the words she wasn’t certain she had anymore energy left in her to fight. Perhaps a good night's rest would help realign her perspective in the morning.

Placing back on her wig and glasses, and with softly spoken “Thank you, and goodnight Mr. Reynolds” she followed Tiffany down to the guest suites. The room was gorgeously decorated with antique furniture. It was lavish, yet tasteful. Her fingers delicately swept over the grain in the wood. “I’m going to get you something comfortable to wear to sleep in, and in the cabinet in the night stand is a refrigerator. There's ice cold bottle water in there, juice, orange juice etcetera, best to hydrate before you sleep, miss.”
“Okay” she responded. Tiffany was sweet, and returned quickly with a tank top and pair of boxers.

Working the sweater over her head the wig came off with it. Casey was too tired to care. Tiffany didn’t react when her top came off revealing various scars. She had told Max the story, just didn’t go into to all the details of what the torture involved. Casey had accepted them as battle scars, they didn’t define her as a person, just a chronicle of what life had brought her way. “I’ll be right back, going to get you some tylenol, should help with keeping the hangover at bay” Tiffany said softly and left the room. Casey was so tired that it didn’t even enter her mind that Tiffany may be calling Max to tell him of the scars. True to her word she returned with the pills. Under her watch she took them and drank a bottle of water and crawled into the big luxurious soft bed. “My god it's like clouds” she said as she began to doze.

It was hard to tell what time it was when she woke because there weren’t any windows being in the lowest level. Tiffany had left and she was alone in the suite. Fishing for the lamp switch she eventually found it so she could find her phone. “Oh shit” she mumbled seeing that it was just hitting 12:30 she hadn’t slept in for as long as she could remember. There was a pair of jeans and a long sleeved blouse laying on the chair, with a towel. Taking the towel and clothes she went to the marble bathroom with the triple head shower and took the best pressured hot shower of her life. If she could sleep in there she would.

The clothes fit to a T’, which made her uncomfortable as her plan was to disappear. Grabbing her oversized sweater she slipped it on with her wig and glasses. Grabbing her belongings she made her way to the elevator.

 

[Homerun2611]

Max had asked the question and momentarily held his breath, for if the man had raped his Casey, this night would end with a wake of dead bodies, as he took out his own style of vigilante justice. “no ... He wanted me to give consent, and I always refused. That’s primarily what set him off. He said I was frigid because I didn't want to do anything more than kissing. He was rough and crass, and it was a turn off. I thought with time the desires may grow. But instead he became more repulsive as his attitude changed. I guess he thought he could beat it into me. The most he did was man handle me, grab a handful here and there. I’m pretty sure he thought himself irresistible to women. Or at least he tried to remind me how blessed I was to have him, when there were so many other women that would die to take my place.”

He felt his body relax, just a bit, as some of the rage slipped away. No one likely need die tonight, but time would tell. He looked at her, her hurt, anxious eyes. "No, he was the lucky one, but he is a beast, and a beast must be tamed." He did not say more, but he had every intention of taming this beast, even if he must be neutered or even, put down. He would not ask the man's name, he would figure that out himself. he simply sat, hating that Casey had felt such hurt, angry at himself that he had somehow allowed this to happen, and dedicating himself to her never being hurt again.

She was reluctant in accepting and conveyed she would be okay. He knew that to be true, but not for any reasons she may have been thinking. He was now in a hurry to leave, the man in the jacket, the man whose number was in his pocket, had not been gone all that long, he was hoping he still might be able to track the scent, he was ready to hunt! In his haste he was more harsh than intended, but he would make that up in the morning.

The night itself was a flurry. As he hoped, he did indeed pick up the scent, he spotted the man in the black leather jacket at a bar, about a quarter mile down from Max's own club, and from his tracking he realized he had visited one other club in between, in the meantime. The man was just about to walk out, he had struck out again, when seeming out of nowhere Max tapped him on the shoulder, of course Max moved at lightning quick speeds, and only one second earlier had been on the complete other side of the bar. "Please come with me, I have some information?"
Once outside Max moved away until they neared a dark alley.

The man, Antony Villa, never saw it coming, in what seemed like an instant, he was halfway down the alley, beng held up against the raw brick fascade of one of the buildings, his feet dangling a foot off the ground. "I could kill you as easily as let you go, so listen." Max had his rapt attention. "Who do you work for?" When the man hesitated, Max used his other hand to lift the man's wrist to his mouth, his bite, even slight, was like a truth serum. The man spilled his guts about Joe, how Joe's father had connections in the mob, and Joe had used those to initiate the search for Casey. Max was pleased at the accuracy of the information.

"Well you are done with that. From now on you work for me. You will feed misinformation that Casey has been sighted in, let's say Cincinnati. You will continue to feed the misinformation I give you, while meanwhile letting me know what is happening. For this, I will pay you $50,000 per month. Betray me, and you won't survive the night." His serum worked both ways, and Antony rightly believed every word. "As for your employer, you will not have to worry about him long, after which, you will work permanently for me." The man only nodded, at which Max let him down, reaching into his coat pocked and handing him 150, $100 bills.

It was 2 AM when Max got back and silently stole into Casey's bedroom. for the next three and a half hours he watched her sleep, pulling the blanket back to enjoy watching her in the shorts and t. He noticed the scars but those would one day be fixed, the bots would tend to that. He watched how peaceful she looks, mesmerized by the rise and fall of he full breasts as she slept.

Just before sunrise he went to his quarters, he would sleep until awakened. It was 12:30 when he got the message from Tiffany, Casey was trying to steal away. "Stop her please, take her back to her quarters." Tiffany met Casey at the elevators. "Mr. Reynolds is not yet ready to say good bye, please?" She extended her hand, to guide her back, and once in the room, Casey would feel Tiffany's hands reaching out, removing her sweater, and then reaching out, to remove her wig. It would not matter if she tried to stop her, she was under orders she always obeyed. "Mr, Reynolds picked your outfit himself, he would be very disappointed if you weren't dressed in his gift."

Five minutes later, Max walked into the room, "Thank you Tiffany, you may leave us alone." He was once again dressed in an elegant suit and tie, and he let his eyes now casually pan up and down her body. "Perfect, I knew that would be perfect on you, much better!" He pointed to the other overstuffed chair in the room, "I'm sorry I left so quickly last night, we have so much more to discuss. Have you had breakfast?"

 

[Perplexia]

Casey let out a sigh of frustration when Tiffany stopped her at the elevator. She used the excuse “"Mr. Reynolds is not yet ready to say goodbye, please?" After letting her stay and getting her out of view of Antony, she still felt a debt to him. So she went back to her room. Tiffany took it upon herself to pull off her sweater and followed up with her wig. This irritated her, she didn’t like being touched. "Mr, Reynolds picked your outfit himself, he would be very disappointed if you weren't dressed in his gift." Tiffany said with explanation.

“Don’t” she started to say reaching for her sweater when Max came in. Her brow was furrowed and her blood began to boil, but when he walked in she calmed almost instantly. What was it about this man that seemed to center her, and allow her the ease and comfort she hadn’t known in years. To be scared of this would be warranted, if not expected, yet she found herself standing in his presence she was calm.

"Thank you Tiffany, you may leave us alone." Her eyes looked at him in his expensive suit. "Perfect, I knew that would be perfect on you, much better!" “I appreciate the thought Mr Reynolds, I truly do, but I have a disguise that needs to be maintained until I can find my way out of this situation. I do appreciate your offer of help. But these are dangerous people, and i don’t want anyone else to get hurt” The thought of anything happening to him because of her was gut wrenching. Of course there was the normal humanity, but with him there was a depth she didn’t understand. Not only did she not understand it, but she hadn’t had the time to just sit and reflect on the emotions that seem to arise and calm around him.

He pointed to the other overstuffed chair in the room, "I'm sorry I left so quickly last night, we have so much more to discuss. Have you had breakfast?"

Casey resigned to hearing what he had to say and took a seat in the overstuffed chair. Replying to his comment she said “I understand, you have a business to run. Truly, you’ve done more than enough. To answer your question though, no i haven’t had breakfast. I will grab something on my way home.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Max had sensed her anger and frustration outside, heard the exchange between Casey, and Tiffany, who was simply doing his bidding. He would make it up to her. But when he walked in, he also felt her tension drop, and it was not long after they began to talk that he went over, and he himself moved to remove that sweater. “I would prefer you not cover yourself up or hide when you’re with me, I enjoy you like this, you are stunning. I am sure you will be even more stunning in some other things I have in mind.”

He was not threatening, far from it, he was complementary, “You are not, and never will be in danger, when you are with me, so there is no reason to hide. It was a simple fact as far as he was concerned, such as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

She wanted to leave, but he knew, she actually didn’t, and he had no intention of letting her. After sitting he called for Tiffany again, “Ms. Hartford would like some breakfast, I’m sure Ricardo will whip up whatever she desires, I will have a filet, extra rare, and two eggs over easy with toast.” Tiffany looked at Max with a bit of surprise, she assumed the man ate, yet she had never heard him order or served him. The reason for that was only in his soulmates presence would his body tolerate, traditional food, otherwise, he simply dined on plasma and blood.

The order taken, he again waited for Tiffany to leave. “As for the man last night, he now works for me. He is being paid handsomely to feed misinformation and I am sure, 100% sure, he will not be so foolish as to betray me. So soon, the man who hurt you, will be convinced you are some 700 miles away. In the meantime, I have some thoughts, I have very important friends, and, it will only be a matter of time until you need not worry at all.”

He looked at her, and then looked around the room, “How did you like your accommodations?” He asked waving his hands around, “Is there anything else you need?” He could see the confusion on her face. “Oh, I’m sorry, I would like you to stay here as my guest. You may go about as you like, but for the time being, please take one of my men with you, or myself, we will take no chances with your safety, plus, you can learn more about me for your article!”

He was smiling and hungry as again Tiffany appeared, this time with a tray filled with their orders and a pot of coffee and another of freshly squeezed juice…

 

[Perplexia]

It was not long after they began to talk that he moved to remove that sweater. “I would prefer you not cover yourself up or hide when you’re with me, I enjoy you like this, you are stunning. I am sure you will be even more stunning in some other things I have in mind.” Casey wrenched her neck giving him an odd look when he stated that. “I think you have me at a loss Mr. Reynolds. Although I appreciate your assistance, I haven't the intention of staying. Or being dressed in any particular fashion.” Did she want to leave no. But she also did not want to bring her chaos into his life, risk his business or his life. His comment about dressing her left a negative taste. She didn’t want to be another mans doll. Yet somehow she knew that to be anything with him could be her true happiness.

“You are not, and never will be in danger, when you are with me, so there is no reason to hide.” “I..” Tiffany came in to take their breakfast order interrupting her thought process. She ordered french toast and sausage. When she left he started again “As for the man last night, he now works for me. He is being paid handsomely to feed misinformation and I am sure, 100% sure, he will not be so foolish as to betray me. So soon, the man who hurt you, will be convinced you are some 700 miles away. In the meantime, I have some thoughts, I have very important friends, and it will only be a matter of time until you need not worry at all.”

Her mouth opened wide and she covered her face with her hands to cover the fear that was raging through her. “Why did you do that?” she finally asked “Why did you put yourself at risk like that? I didn’t want you to be placed in dangers way, I was going to leave and disappear to be sure of it. I can’t let you do this, I …” a whirlwind of emotions flooded her body. She had just met this man and was drastically swiping through her own mind to find a way to keep him safe.

“How did you like your accommodations?” He asked, waving his hands around, “Is there anything else you need?” She looked at him like he lost his head “Oh, I’m sorry, I would like you to stay here as my guest. You may go about as you like, but for the time being, please take one of my men with you, or myself, we will take no chances with your safety, plus, you can learn more about me for your article!”

Its a beautiful suite, the detail and thought put into it is extraordinary. Few people can string antiques together and make them flow. No, I don't need anything except maybe a coffee maker. But wait.. She shook her head. Was she even considering this? “I suppose we should determine what all Antony told you. So i can fill in any blanks, and you can take the time to consider if its worth the risk.”

Tiffany appeared, this time with a tray filled with their orders and beverages. Casey waited for Tiffany to leave. “Mr. Reynolds, these men are extremely dangerous. They don’t play by the rules, they buy them. I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you or this business you built, because of me. I’m sure I would be safe as your guest, but would you be safe as my guardian? I fear you wouldn’t be, I just can’t have that on my conscience. I know it’s silly, we just met and all. Perhaps i’m just over emotional, but it's simply too big of a risk for you.” That was it, her last plea to have him see sense and send her on her way. There simply wasn’t enough energy left to try to fight the way she was feeling drawn to him. Yes, he had commented that he thought she was stunning, but that was just him being nice. What possible reason could he want her to stay and add this complication to his life?


“Alright” she finally gave in. “I will stay as your guest for the time being. However i do have some stipulations. While in the suite I shall remain undisguised. But I will wear it in the club and outside of the club. I will need my clothes and personnel from my house. Also, if at any time I feel that this is too much danger for you or what you’ve built, I will be free to go. Agreed?”

 

[Homerun2611]

While Max listened carefully to all she said, including, “I think you have me at a loss Mr. Reynolds. Although I appreciate your assistance, I haven't the intention of staying. Or being dressed in any particular fashion.” He did not give them much heed. "It is just that this is a place of elegance, an appreciation for the finer things, and I must admit, I do like women to look like women, particularly when the woman looks like you." He smiled and gave her a wink. She would find that soon there would be form fitting clothes, slinky, expensive gowns, fancy yet sexy lingerie, stockings and heels of all types, placed in her room, for her to potentially select from. While he wasn't planning on demanding anything, he did hope she would comply, and find herself enjoying it as she did.

He could tell she was surprised and not necessarily pleased with what he had done, but he did not care, he only cared about her safety, and that he could ensure. “Why did you do that?” she finally asked “Why did you put yourself at risk like that? I didn’t want you to be placed in dangers way, I was going to leave and disappear to be sure of it. I can’t let you do this, I …” Maximillian did his best to hide his frustration, for he knew her comments came from the sweetest of souls.

He looked her in the eye, his look stern, but compassionate. "So, what? You could live your life on the run, forever a victim, not sure where or how he might find you, terrified with what he might do next? What kind of man would I be to allow that, when I have the means and power to not?" He waited before continuing. "Casey, I can be every bit as tough and cruel as the man you escaped from, except..." And he wanted her to really understand this, "His cruelty is inflicted on the innocent, the pure and the vulnerable. Mine is inflicted on those that hurt or take advantage of those people. We will see if he tries to tangle with me, or if his father does?"

Max wanted to make sure that he understood from where her ex had been enabled to perpetrate such wickedness,
"He is going to find himself in very uncomfortable circumstances this morning, and his powerbase will all but disintegrate. I know I simply run a bar, but I am a powerful man, with deep connections. I believe that US Marshalls are delivering search warrants this morning, he is being pursued on racketeering, bribery and money laundering charges initially, but I believe that the warrants will unveil even more heinous and violent acts. It is just a start, but you, and assisting his son, will be the last thing on his mind for what I believe will be a long trial and prison sentence."

Within his answer Max had already alluded to his understanding, but he clarified. "Antony told me that he had been hired as a contractor by a very well connected business man with ties both politically and to organized crime. What he described was a two bit local guy, who thought he was above the law and passed that arrogance to his son. Anthony did not like him, but he is ambitious and not exactly a scholar, I showed him a better alternative. He describe your ex as a thug, who could dress up pretty, and put on a good show for a while, but deep down was a bully and control freak. He didn't have to tell me that he hurt you, mentally and physically, and beyond that, I didn't ask. I don't care, I just want to make sure he can never do that again."

He smiled when she gave in, agreeing to stay. "Good, well I will have a coffee maker brought in, do you like those Keurig things, or would you like beans, a grinder and an ability to brew your own. I have beans delivered here every day for the bar and our espresso machines, some of Brazil's and South America's finest. You choose?" He looked around, "I've also ordered a few other things, furniture, some Tiffany lamps, would you like a television? There is a theater down below, you can have access to that as well."

He finished up his breakfast and waited for her as well. "I am fine however you want to dress in public, but you really don't need to, but whatever makes you comfortable? Is there anything you need from your apartment? From work? I have some things to do this morning, but after, I would like to give you a tour, a tour I have never given anyone before?"

 

[Perplexia]

"It is just that this is a place of elegance, an appreciation for the finer things, and I must admit, I do like women to look like women, particularly when the woman looks like you." He smiled and gave her a wink. Casey couldn’t help but blush at his flirting. When he smiled it made her feel light inside, it was contagious and caused her lips to curl up in response. Damn this man was charming, and from what she could gather, quite used to getting his way.

For the most part she simply listened to him tell her or reiterate his plight to help those in need. Even when he was stern, or when he declared that could be just as ruthless she didn’t have fear. Something in her believed that with him she would be the safest she could ever be. Nothing in his presence or movements gave her any indication that he was false. His body language, and his tone registered true to her. Her gut told her this man would never hurt her.

He explained how Joes father would be caught up in legal atrocities which would keep him distracted. The mere idea of retribution for this made her tremble, yet when her eyes looked back into Max’s she found herself calming. His recollection of the meeting with Antony had her nod. It seemed Max had been well informed and comfortable with the idea of having turned him for further information.

“A regular 12 cup would be nice, I would gladly grind my own beans. When I write I tend to drink a lot of coffee.” Casey explained. “Really Mr. Reynolds, i don’t wish to be a nuisance, more furniture and such extragatives aren’t necessary. A TV would be nice, but I can bring my own. The only thing I require is a desk my laptop will fit on, a good work lamp, coffee, and occasional food.”

Somehow even as she explained that she could survive on minimally, she knew that he was going to do what felt right to him. “I do have another condition,” with this she smirked. “Since you are insistent that I let you help me, then in retribution I would like to propose that I help you with your Robinhood crusade. I have a way of making people tell me things, they will tell me their life's story. Especially with the right disguise. I would only help in the bar for a little bit. It would help your staff, especially with the increase in business you’re going to have a surge of once I submit the review.” She smiled wondering if he would debate it or let her have this small victory.

I would like to retrieve some of my items. Shall i wait for you to finish, and we can do that before the tour? Or would you like me to go with your man?

 

[Homerun2611]

Max smiled at the simplicity of Casey's request. Casey would take some time getting used to, across their history she had held many names, while he had always been Maximillian. "So, as long as you are here, this is your home, please treat it as such. I was wondering if you might like to work a role, I would even compensate you, but I doubt that is allowed, however a woman of your talents would be very helpful here."

He took a breath, "As to the rest, consider it done. A coffee maker will be delivered this afternoon, beans of several flavors, do you like specialty flavored creams, milk, black? What about sweetners?" He didn't go into other details, but by tomorrow, she would have a state of the art television, but he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't want anything to showy. So an LG, OLED 55 inch TV would do, perhaps he could convince her later of something bigger, and better. He knew just the desk, he had spotted a Queen Victoria antique, it was stunning, and he would purchase today. As for a chair, he would give her two, a classic antique that matched, and an ergonomic modern design, intended to be functional and support the back and spine as you work.

Her condition pleased him very much, "I would like that, and please relay to myself, ideally, or if not Tiffany, anything you learned. But ..." He stopped, "I also want to know if you believe anyone is intending evil or ill will, I will not tolerate such, and I have means to let's just say, correct those that have chosen the wrong path." He did not go into specifics, and he knew that she might not approve, but to change one who was dark at heart, he needed to fear the wraith of eternity!

The last request was the most problematic, while he would not burn, that was a wivestale, bright sunlight like today, was disagreeable and left him faint and needing blood. "I would like to take you, I will have my car out front at 2:30 PM, just come out at that time." When his driver opened the door, Max was wearing a wide brim fedora, and dark sun glasses. He had SPF 80 suntan lotion lathered into his body, and despite all that, he would be careful to not linger to long in the afternoon's sunlight. As she entered the car, he held out his hand, "Okay, I am interested to see your place..."

 

[Perplexia]

"So, as long as you are here, this is your home, please treat it as such. I was wondering if you might like to work a role, I would even compensate you, but I doubt that is allowed, however a woman of your talents would be very helpful here." “Thank you Mr. Reynolds, I'll help out where and when I can.”

"As to the rest, consider it done. A coffee maker will be delivered this afternoon, beans of several flavors, do you like specialty flavored creams, milk, black? What about sweeteners?” “Hazelnut creamer, if it's not a problem, regular sugar. I don't like those artificial sweeteners. Honestly Mr. Reynolds there's no need to go above and beyond.”
She could tell by the expression on his handsome chiseled face she just needed to surrender. “What i mean to say, is thank you Mr. Reynolds. I appreciate your intervention and protection.”

"I would like that, and please relay to myself, ideally, or if not Tiffany, anything you learned. But ..." He stopped, "I also want to know if you believe anyone is intending evil or ill will, I will not tolerate such, and I have means to let's just say, correct those that have chosen the wrong path." she let out a deep breath. “I may not be the best judge of character when it comes to evil or ill will.” she said with a light laugh rubbing her neck. “But I promise if I feel the slightest bit uncomfortable I will let you know. If possible, and I know this will sound a bit paranoid, I would prefer that when I do this you are on the floor. I also wish to only report to you of my findings. I’m actually quite good at investigative reporting. There was a time I pondered going into broadcast journalism. However, if you’re hiding from a psychopath, having your face out there isn’t the best way to not be found.” she let out a light nervous laugh.

It was going to take some time before she could actually feel safe. Max’s presence made her calm and was starting to actually believe this was the safest she could ever hope to be. He had accepted her condition, as she had his. That was the start of a foundation of trust that she hadn’t had in a long time. To be honest she was terrified to the core until she was in his presence, then everything seemed to dissipate. He never moved too quickly causing her to react by pulling back or throwing up her arm to block a possible attack. For the first time in a long time, she was actually looking forward to something. She was looking forward to spending time with Max, and practicing the type of investigating she had been trained for.

While Max went upon his tasks that needed to be completed for the day, Casey went to work on the article. When she wrote she tended to lose herself in it so she was sure to set the alarm on her phone for 2 to be sure she had time to put her disguise on. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped out to the car that was waiting as he said it would be. When he held out his hand she paused for a brief moment before taking it. His hand was as cool as it had been the first time she’d touched it. But this time it just felt right. Holding his hand for a brief moment, it felt as though she’d done it a million times before.

Managing to recover and enter the car next to him she gave him a small smile. “It's truly not impressive. I appreciate you accompanying me though.`` She paused for a moment to give the driver the address. “I live with what I need and can be replaced if I need to flee. I guess I'm a minimalist.” she gave a light smile. “The truth I guess is I never imagined settling anywhere. Joe made it very clear that If he ever found me with another guy he’d kill him and me. Especially if I slept with him.” she rubbed her arms before continuing. “I know that you believe your connections and sway are more than enough. I don’t know you well enough to say they aren’t. I’m not good with hope, or even optimism at this point in my life. But I've given you my word to accept your help, and I will.” Cocking her head sideways she gave a slight smile. “Now i know your secret Mr. Reynolds'' She gave a wider grin, reaching forward slowly she brushed her finger lightly over his left earlobe. Her eyes locked on his before pulling her finger back so he could see she spoke “Sunscreen, that’s why you look so young”

The car pulled up in front of her apartment, and she waited for the driver to open the door. They exited and went up the stairs to her apartment. It took her a moment or so to undo the locks, and she ushered him in flipping on the entry light. “I told you, it's nothing to gawk at.” The small meek apartment had some water spots on the ceiling, a small 32 inch flat screen tv, a used couch, and a used dining room table with a chair. “I’ll just be a few moments, feel free to have a seat.” With that she went into the bathroom to grab her toothbrush and a few other items, then to the bedroom where she packed up her oversized clothes and wigs and undergarments.

Coming back out with a duffle bag and a backpack, she set them down to grab her charger out of the kitchen. “Okay, I have everything I need.” she announced. “Um” she blew out her cheeks before continuing. “Would you like to watch a movie with me? I mean I know you’re limited on time. I didn’t mean now, I mean, I meant in the next couple days or nights or so. I have a few collections” she pointed to the dvd cabinet. “If there's anything you are interested in.”

 

[Homerun2611]

Max had made promises to appoint the room as she had asked, and in fact, by the time they got back it would all be there, even including the vintage, antique desk, and the Tiffany lamps to illuminate it. There would be a coffee grinder, and four small, half pound bags of various exotic beans so that she could select her favorite or even try some home made blends. "Hazelnut? Of course. One of the cabinets ..." He walked over to it, and opened, "As you can see is a small refrigerator freezer, if you would like to keep any other food or drinks in here?"

Of course that was not all, she would find gowns, both old and new, some of which she had worn in prior lives and he had perfectly preserved, but were timeless. She would also find drawers of fine lingerie, including thigh high stockings an garter belts, corsets, teddy's and panties, perfect fitting but sexy bras, some with straps, some without, and all sort of dresses, slacks, heels, boots and shoe. Max had these ready, solely based on the chance he might once again find his soulmate.

He could tell that she was excited about mingling and learning people's stories, and smiled at her self deprecating comment. "Yes, but you learned, and then you held firm, some, sadly many women would have just let him have their way, you didn't, and that took strength and courage..." He thought for a minute, "But, if you didn't let him, and couldn't be with another then you..." He smiled and took her hand. "May I say, that is very nice and quite special, you don't find that much today, so maybe we are both old spirits at heart, but I am sure you will find the right man and be glad you were able to give him that, it is indeed precious, as are you."

This pleased him more than he could ever tell her, but she would know one day, or so he surely hoped. When she reached up and touched his ear, it sent a spectacular spark throughout his body, and he let out a soft moan as it finally a spectacularly registered in his cock. "You know my secret?" He asked, skeptically, it was possible but doubtful. "Oh that, yes it helps most certainly. You see, I have a rare condition, and my skin reacts dreadfully to any sort of sustained, direct sunlight. Of course I need a smidge, the Vitamin D, but only a smidge. In fact my skin can get so painfully burned, that I am almost inverse in my body clock. I try to sleep during the day, and then enjoy the night. I also find it is the time where the heartbeat of the city is most vibrant, I guess it is why it was only natural for me to be in the club and nighttime entertainment industry."

"You may have noticed my skin is cool to the touch, that is all a part of it, my natural body temperature is closer to 95 than 99, all part of the same condition, I hope you don't find it disarming?" He laughed, "I am quite popular to rub up against on a steamy hot dancefloor!" They pulled up at the house and he made sure his hat was just right, but followed her in. "You are indeed a minimalist, but you will find, I insist on your having a few more luxuries. I am glad you are coming to live with me, you are far to vibrant a woman and spirit to live in a setting so dreary. It is my mission to put a twinkle back in your eye, and a playful hop in your step."

They were just about to leave when she stopped, "A movie, why yes, I love movies, bring your entire collection, I particularly enjoy some of the older classics." He took her bag, and let her lead down the steps, he had no intention of her every having to return. They headed back to the club. "You will find a few surprises when you arrive back to your suite. I have to take care of a few things, but when I am done I will come and get you, and give you that tour. I will also arrange for us to have dinner together, would you like anything specific, I was planning on either poached salmon or beef tenderloin, but I can have them prepare anything?"

When they got home, he said goodbye at the elevator, "I do hope you like your new things, and perhaps later tonight, once the club slows down, we might enjoy one of your movies?" He leaned in, and kissed her cheek. "I'm so very happy that you have joined me here." A minute later he was gone, only to come knocking at her door, at a bit past 4 PM.

 

[Perplexia]

"But, if you didn't let him, and couldn't be with another then you..." He smiled and took her hand. "May I say, that is very nice and quite special, you don't find that much today, so maybe we are both old spirits at heart, but I am sure you will find the right man and be glad you were able to give him that, it is indeed precious, as are you."

The touch of his hand was electric. She hadn’t drawn away from him which surprised her, but more so she was glad she was sitting or her knees may have given way. She thought for a moment about his comment. Though she highly doubted she had the courage to bother with another man, except perhaps him, she smiled just the same. “Thank you Mr. Reynolds for attempting to inspire confidence and hope. It has been a very long time since I felt at ease talking to anyone. Yet alone feeling that I could trust anyone with my situation.”

"You may have noticed my skin is cool to the touch, that is all a part of it, my natural body temperature is closer to 95 than 99, all part of the same condition, I hope you don't find it disarming?" He laughed, "I am quite popular to rub up against on a steamy hot dancefloor!" Casey shook her head. “No, not disarmed at all. It's actually a refreshing, soothing feeling.” The thought of rubbing against him on the dancefloor had her show a temporary cat that ate the canary smile. “I haven’t danced in a very long time, I'm afraid I'm not exactly the most graceful on my feet.”

"You are indeed a minimalist, but you will find, I insist on having a few more luxuries. I am glad you are coming to live with me, you are far too vibrant a woman and spirit to live in a setting so dreary. It is my mission to put a twinkle back in your eye, and a playful hop in your step." There was no point in arguing the point once again that it was unnecessary, he had already done so much. But if this would make him happy, she was content with being gracious enough to accept his offerings. “I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me Mr. Reynolds. I shall give it my best attempt to adapt to your wishes.”

"You will find a few surprises when you arrive back in your suite. I have to take care of a few things, but when I am done I will come and get you, and give you that tour. I will also arrange for us to have dinner together. Would you like anything specific, I was planning on either poached salmon or beef tenderloin, but I can have them prepare anything?" “I’m actually quite the minimalist with food as well” she said with a smirk. “I would really love a fried catfish sandwich with some fries and a regular house salad with some ranch dressing if that's not too much”

"I do hope you like your new things, and perhaps later tonight, once the club slows down, we might enjoy one of your movies?" He leaned in, and kissed her cheek. "I'm so very happy that you have joined me here." The kiss on her cheek registered in places that had never been touched before. It was an odd elated feeling that could only be described as a tinge of hunger from her clit to her toes. Casey gave him a blushing smile “I’m looking forward to it, and thank you in advance for the gifts.”

As she entered her suite she first noticed the beautiful desk he had placed there for her. Although she didn’t know much about antiques, she knew it was one. Her coffee maker was there, instead of the cheap store brand it was a rather expensive one with all the bells and whistles. The coffee beans smelled delicious, and she went ahead and brewed a pot. Discarding her disguise she went ahead and put on a pair of shorts and a t shirt with a v neck that gave her bosom an outline. When she opened the closet to put away her disguises she noticed quite the wardrobe in front of her. “Holy fuck” she muttered out loud. There were some name brands that she couldn’t afford on a year's salary. There were also some gorgeous vintage dresses that somehow seemed familiar.

It had been a long time since she pondered the idea of dolling herself up. But Max somehow had oddly inspired her. Deciding to change she chose a green and white floral chiffon dress with embroidered florals. It had a v neck and clung to her body in all the right places displaying her form to a tee. She had no idea how he had guessed her size so accurately, but this dress seemed to be made for her. Casey still felt a bit uncomfortable and tugged lightly at the waist which refused in kind to give way. Sighing she went to the bathroom to fix her hair. Deciding to let her auburn locks lay loose, she used the curling iron to make them frame her face. A bit of makeup, just enough so it didn’t look as though she was wearing any, but enough to make her eyes pop, and lips perk.

As she looked at herself in the mirror she didn’t recognize the person before her with the exception of the few scars that poked out their ugly reminder that she was in fact damaged. ‘He’s just being a gentleman, he’s twice your age, he’ll never see you as more than a victim. Be realistic Casey’ she told herself. Putting down the mascara she put on some small faux diamond earrings and a delicate chain that would bring one's eyes to her clavicle.

Casey placed her movie collection, which consisted of classics to vampire movies next to the tv. Of course she’d seen 55’ tvs before but never owned one. Checking the DVD / Blu-ray player for connection to ensure it was all working she shook her head once again. Living here wouldn’t be an inconvenience at all. But she had to remind herself it wouldn’t be forever. She was merely his guest for the time being. She couldn’t allow herself to become used to living this luxuriously, it wasn’t going to last.

Pouring herself a cup of coffee she added the creamer and waited for Max to arrive for dinner.

 

[Homerun2611]

Casey, from the first time he had met her, almost 1,000 years earlier, and in every instance and carnate since, had shown a remarkable combination of strength and vulnerability, intelligence and wit, coupled with a softness and fragility, he found irresistible! “Thank you Mr. Reynolds for attempting to inspire confidence and hope. It has been a very long time since I felt at ease talking to anyone. Yet alone feeling that I could trust anyone with my situation.” He only smiled, "Then it is good you are here, so that I might build on that, but in truth, it is you who gives me hope..." He did not elaborate, but she would understand in time. He had too often just let her slip away.

When he explained his situation, accurately, although not entirely truthfully, he was pleased at her response. “No, not disarmed at all. It's actually a refreshing, soothing feeling. ..I haven’t danced in a very long time, I'm afraid I'm not exactly the most graceful on my feet.” He had watched her closely, and it wasn't just the words, but the smile, oh that smile! "Soothing, I like that ... As for the dancing, I think it is clear, you have simply not had the right partner, but maybe ..." He let himself delay, long enough to give her hand a slight squeeze, "... it is time you did."

As he listened and they talked, there were signs of the gentle soul, the submissive woman who had long ago stolen his heart. “I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me Mr. Reynolds. I shall give it my best attempt to adapt to your wishes.” He ran his finger down her cheek, "Not my wishes, but your wishes as well, if you will learn to trust in me, and I know that is hard, I think I can show you the life you want and that you deserve!" When she ordered the catfish he could not help chuckle, some things had never changed. She had loved catfish forever, taught him to love it too. He ordered the food Casey requested, and ordered the same for himself, of course he would need his own special burgundy. After he kissed her goodbye, tempted to kiss her soft lips, but refraining, he left and saw to their dinner, and making sure the club was ready for tonight.

He had showered, and put on a new suit, his shirt was tailored and fit like a second skin, his suit navy, his shirt and pocket square a crisp white, and as he went to knock on her door, he felt like a young boy, finally having a date with his crush. He knocked and waited for her to open, taking a step in, and then teasingly looking over her shoulder. "I'm sorry madam, and may I say you are beautiful, but, what have you done with the girl who first came to see me, perhaps you've seen her, the girl in the baggy dress, wig, and glasses?"

He was laughing as he spoke, all the time eying her up and down. "Remember come tonight, I was the first who asked you to dance, and I expect every dance, understand?" Taking her hand he twirled her around only to pull her into a tight, commanding hold! "I hope you don't mind, but dinner won't be here for 45 minutes, I want to take you on a quick tour?" He held out his arm, for her to take his, and they headed down toward the elevator.

"Okay, some of this my shock you, but I want you to keep an open mind, and let me explain." He went on to show her the various suites where he could allow special guests to stay. He next showed her the special gaming room, in it were large tables for Texas Hold 'Em, Baccarat, Craps and Roulette. "Do you gamble?" And he smiled, "I hope you will bet on me." However last was the room he had most questioned about showing her.

He used a special key, but as he unlocked he spoke, "Please do not be alarmed, but I want you to know everything, this is the play room for consenting adults. I want to emphasize, CONSENTING. This is a place where Dominants and Submissives can explore and enjoy their relationships ..." He turned her so she could look into her eyes, "This is not like what happened to you, here whether it is a man or woman, they are here because they enjoy the freedom of submission, and the trust they have given their Dominant, all involved sign a contract and give their safe word, and if that word is ever uttered, everything stops immediately."

It was then he opened the door, and let her see all, the restraints, the whips, the cross, the benches, he let her take it all in! "Would you like to look around ... do you have any questions?"

 

[Perplexia]

"Then it is good you are here, so that I might build on that, but in truth, it is you who gives me hope..." Casey was perplexed by this statement. Not quite sure how she could possibly give him hope. Him who was a successful, handsome, well to do business man. She’d gathered quite a grasp on the type of person he was. The word incredible could barely begin to touch that.

The idea of dancing with him made her blush, the idea of being so close, it was exciting and frightening all at the same time. That touch of his no matter which form it came had begun to awaken a part of her she never knew existed. It was terrifying, and exhilarating.

"Not my wishes, but your wishes as well, if you will learn to trust in me, and I know that is hard, I think I can show you the life you want and that you deserve!" “I..” it took her a few moments to gather her thoughts, her conflicting emotions showing across her face. “It has been a long time that I've had a hope of any life outside of the small one in hiding I've created. He took my ability to trust, he took my ability to dream, to hope, and left me without hope of a future that was safe. All I can do is say I will try.”

Casey waited anxiously for his arrival, she checked, and rechecked her hair and make up. She felt uncomfortable in her own skin. It had been so long since she’d been seen. Not just in her regular appearance, but for the person she was or had been once. Max seemed to bring that out in her. His appearance took her breath away when he arrived. “"I'm sorry madam, and may I say you are beautiful, but, what have you done with the girl who first came to see me, perhaps you've seen her, the girl in the baggy dress, wig, and glasses?" she laughed. “Well you see kind Sir, my host has taken it upon himself to fill my wardrobe with clothing, and requested i leave my disguises alone in his presence.”

"Remember come tonight, I was the first who asked you to dance, and I expect every dance, understand?" Casey laughed, “remember that you were warned Mr. Reynolds, I shall grant your request of all dances, but I shan’t be held responsible for the pain your toes may endure because of it”

When he twirled her into his arms and held her close, her breath was lost as her heart raced. Never had her body responded this way. Her knees were weak, her lips tingling with desire for his, and her body hungering to be closer. She couldn’t find words to respond about dinner or the tour so she simply nodded. When he released her it was all she could do to find her feet. Taking his arm she let him lead her to the elevator and being the tour. He showed her the other guest suites, and the gaming room. "Do you gamble?" And he smiled, "I hope you will bet on me." “I have never gambled, or know much about the games that are played here. Perhaps you would teach me?, as for betting on you. I can’t think of a safer bet” The statement simply flowed out with ease surprising herself at the amount of trust she already had for him.

The last room he spoke to her with a softness, a carefulness, and let her know the purpose of the room. The sight of the room caused her body to tremble. She had heard what he said about consenting adults, dominants and submissives, contracts and free will. But the sight of what she regarded as torture devices, things that had been used on her with cruelty and malice overtook his words. He wasn't asking her to endure this or partake in it, but her mind wasn’t able to correlate how they could be used for pleasure. She wanted to curl in a ball and hide, she wanted to run. “No” came with a meek broken voice, that of a tortured soul of one that had been close to breaking. Quickly she turned and bolted for the elevator.

 

[Homerun2611]

“It has been a long time that I've had a hope of any life outside of the small one in hiding I've created. He took my ability to trust, he took my ability to dream, to hope, and left me without hope of a future that was safe. All I can do is say I will try.” Maximilian solemnly nodded, "The we will rebuild slowly, but in time, all of that will come back to you, all of that and more!" He almost canceled the tour, but he knew things about Casey, she did not, her own inner demons and what most excited and satisfied her, so he took the risk, and decided to let her see all his place had to offer.

He smiled when she said her host had filled her wardrobe, "Well, all I can say is your host has marvelous taste and seems to have quite the eye as to what will look the very best on the lady, she should follow his direction!" He then gave her a wink, but he had many things he planned to see her both in, and out of! She teased him about stepping on his toes, and he waved her off. "Just wait, when you are in my arms, your feet will feel as if they are floating on air, as I spin and you follow. You have only needed a strong lead, and now you have him..."

The tour itself started well, her seeing the other suites, complementing him on his eclectic tastes, a combination of the best of modern design and the most unique and unusual of antiques. Little did Casey know, all of the items, new and old, even ancient, had been selected by Max himself, and usually purchased or otherwise acquired new. He watched her eyes as he showed the game room, knowing she was probably unfamiliar. “I have never gambled, or know much about the games that are played here. Perhaps you would teach me?, as for betting on you. I can’t think of a safer bet” He came closer and wrapped his strong arm around her, "Gambling is interesting, a combination of probability and reading people, and instincts. Your instincts appear to be excellent, while many people should fear me, you should not, not now, not ever." The were words he hoped she remembered as they entered the final room!

He had tried to warn her, but her reaction was as he should have suspected given her life with her ex! It made him want to punish the man, but he would someday undo the damage! He wanted to take time, let her absorb it, see if it triggered her passions, instead it triggered something far different! “No” It was not just the words, but the tone, the torture he heard in her voice, it broke his heart! She was gone before he could even respond, but Max moved with the speed of light, and by the time she got to the elevator he had enveloped her in his strong arms.

"I am so sorry, I ... I should have realized!" He took a deep breath, "Casey, I know what you saw, but that room, is not a room of torture, quite the opposite. It is a room of pleasure and trust. I know you can't understand that, perhaps you never will, but the men and women who go in there, it is their total trust and commitment to their partner that takes them there, allows them to relinquish all control and trust their partner to completely control their pleasure."

He wondered if anything he said triggered anything, perhaps not now, but hopefully someday, hopefully soon? "I am sorry, I hope I have not ruined our night? Dinner should be about to be served, can we go enjoy it together, and then enjoy the rest of our evening, the dancing, our movie?" It was only then, that he lifted her chin to look up into his eyes, and then, he did the most unexpected thing of all, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers!

 

[Perplexia]

"Then we will rebuild slowly, but in time, all of that will come back to you, all of that and more!"
She loved his optimism and hope. Her willingness to allow such hope hadn't quite blossomed yet. But his smile made her want to try.

"Well, all I can say is your host has marvelous taste and seems to have quite the eye as to what will look the very best on the lady, she should follow his direction!"
She couldn't help but laugh at his cockiness. "I think I shall do that then, since you're so sure its a good idea" she couldn't help but laugh again. Things with Max were so easy, he made her feel as if she'd entered a glorious lit room when he appeared. It didn't hurt that he was simply dashing, charming, intelligent, caring, and made her feel special.

"Just wait, when you are in my arms, your feet will feel as if they are floating on air, as I spin and you follow. You have only needed a strong lead, and now you have him..."
Casey didn't want to try and read anything into that statement. She had to believe that he was just being fun and flirty with no interest. "Then lead on good sir" she said with a bow thrusting her hand forward dramatically and laughing.

When he wrapped his arms around her her body stiffened and then immediately relaxed. "Gambling is interesting, a combination of probability and reading people, and instincts. Your instincts appear to be excellent, while many people should fear me, you should not, not now, not ever." Casey nodded and smiled up at him. If there was anyone she didn't fear, it was him. Perhaps that scared her more than anything. 'For crying out loud Casey' she told herself. 'You cannot crush on this man, you are simply someone he's trying to help. He's almost twice your age, and has no need to complex his life with a damaged girl like you anymore than he has.' Despite the argument she was having with herself. She found herself losing it.

Perhaps if she hadn't been caught up in her own fears at the moment she would have questioned the sudden breeze that tossed her hair. Or how Max was suddenly there holding her tightly in his arms at the elevator.
"I am so sorry, I ... I should have realized!" He took a deep breath, "Casey, I know what you saw, but that room, is not a room of torture, quite the opposite. It is a room of pleasure and trust. I know you can't understand that, perhaps you never will, but the men and women who go in there, it is their total trust and commitment to their partner that takes them there, allows them to relinquish all control and trust their partner to completely control their pleasure."

"I understand the concept" she said with a trembling voice. "I'm sorry, I just was placed back in that room with him suddenly, over and over again how he tried to get me to surrender to make it stop. The venom in his words, everything that I ever thought good replaced with hate and spite. I want him to pay for what he did to me, death is too good for him, I want him to be made to feel like he made me feel. I want him to experience the pain and suffering, live with the scars and memories of his torture. Does that make me a bad person?" she buried her head in Max's chest as the tears she hadn't allowed herself before fell. When they finally stopped she wiped her cheeks with her hands.

"I am sorry, I hope I have not ruined our night? Dinner should be about to be served, can we go enjoy it together, and then enjoy the rest of our evening, the dancing, our movie?"
sniffling and shaking her head no. "Okay"

He lifted her chin gently and his lips came to hers. It was a soft gentle kiss that sent sensations through out her she couldn't even comprehend. Casey found herself returning his kiss, slowly raising her arms up around his neck and pressing herself into him. This was different than she had ever experienced before, this was new, yet it was familiar. Her mind had stopped racing, the trembling hands an body had stopped their actions, nothing existed except for this moment. No one existed except for Max, and the way she felt in his arms and his lips on hers. In no position to explain it, and having never experienced it the only word she could think of to describe how she felt was 'home'.

When he broke the kiss, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled shyly at him. "Dinner?" was all she could manage to say. She didn't want to talk about what happened. Only hoped that he would do it again. If he didn't at least she would have that memory. There dinner was in her room when they arrived under silver covers. "Quite fancy for fish" she joked awkwardly. After taking her first bite, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "oh my goodness, can I have this every night?" she was half serious with that comment. It was the greatest Catfish sandwich she'd ever had.