Blood On Your Hands
Chapter 3
I Got My Own Hell To Raise
"He was so cute! And ohmygod, I totally didn't know what to do or say so I just start talking and I swear he must have thought I was a total retard, but he was smiling so maybe not! I don't know. What do you think Kathryn?"
She was in desperate need of some Advil and a giant bottle of scotch to wash it down with, that's what she thought. Kathryn dug her nails into the back of her hand. Five more minutes of talking to this moron would likely result in homicide charges. She took a deep breath before schooling her features into a serene smile. When she spoke it was with faux enthusiasm. "I think he was totally smitten with you. He was probably to intimidated by your beauty to say anything else."
Cecile Caldwell let out a high pitched squeal like a tween at a boy band concert. Kathryn winced as she found herself enveloped her in an enthusiastic hug. "Oh my god, Kathryn I'm so happy you moved here!"
The older girl rolled her eyes as she awkwardly patted her back. As a rule Kathryn didn't hug, but she couldn't very well push her away. At least not blatantly. Entangling herself as best she could she took a step back, still smiling. "Me too Cecile. I think we're going to be great friends."
"Best friends," she asserted. When she went in for another hug Kathryn grasped her by the arms, holding her at bay.
Cecile was the very definition of helpless and naive. After spending the past hour with her while she babbled on relentlessly, she had assessed that while she was sweet and for the most part dumber than a box of rocks, there was also an undercurrent of brattiness to her demeanor, a likely side affect of being the only child of wealthy parents. This slight flaw to her character helped Kathryn do away with any lingering guilt she had concerning her plans for the nitwit. Not that she would have let that stop her anyway. Once she got an idea in her head there was little anything that could stop her from achieving her goal. Even herself.
It was become more apparent to Kathryn that she was going to have to do very little except perhaps whisper a few words of encouragement in order to guide the girl down the road to slutdom. Her own natural curiosity and enthusiasm would take care of the rest. She had been talking Kathryn's ear off for most of the party, telling her about the boys she met over the summer. The hopeless little thing was just dying to get a cock in her. Well, she would gladly help her accomplish that task. Just so long as it wasn't Court's cock. Not yet anyway.
Cecile was babbling once again. Something about some super cute boy who was giving her music lessons. Kathryn tuned her out when he attention was caught by something else. Sebastian Valmont was heading away from the party towards the garage and he wasn't alone. A tall red head, thirtish walked beside him, giggling softly. As they passed them Sebastian looked over his shoulder and caught her eye. He smirked knowingly as let his hand wandered from the woman's lower back to her ass. Kathryn's gaze narrowed at him. He likely thought it was out of outrage or disapproval, but in actuality it was motivated by jealousy. She would have given anything in that moment to go find a piece of random ass to take her frustrations out on, but unfortunately she was under far too much scrutiny at the moment for that to be possible. Once again she cursed the events that led her to this place.
"Who's that?" Cecile asked as she watched the couple disappear behind the house.
Kathryn blinked at the question, genuinely surprised she didn't know. Surely if her annoying mother would warn her, a virtual stranger, about the dangerous of associating with Valmont, she must have said something to her daughter. Going by the blank look on little Cecile's face clearly not. "That's Sebastian Valmont," she explained. "He's Mrs. Rosemond's nephew."
"He's really cute"
She eyed the younger girl curiously before revealing, "I've only met him briefly, but apparently he has the worst reputation. In fact your mother warned me to stay away from him. She's worried he'll try something."
Cecile's big brown eyes widened with fervent interest. "Try what?" she whispered.
Kathryn opened her mouth to reply, but quickly closed it when she spotted Bunny Caldwell heading their way. She smiled at the woman over her daughters shoulder. "Hello Mrs. Caldwell."
"There you are girls are," she greeted them her expression tight, her eyes anxious. "Are you enjoying the party?"
Cecile nodded and Kathryn replied, "Oh yes. Cecile has been telling me about her summer." The younger girl shot her a started look obviously concerned she would blab to her nosy mother about how boy crazy she was. She waited a beat before continuing, "She mentioned you bought a new house in the Hamptons."
Bunny beamed proudly. "Yes, it's lovely. Just down the shore from Gwyneth's place. Oh you must come out and stay with us this summer. My decorator should be done with the guest rooms in another couple weeks."
"I would love that"
Mrs. Caldwell sipped her champagne then eyed her daughter who was gawking unabashedly at a cute passing waiter. "Cecile," she snapped, then covered her harsh tone with a laugh as she placed a hand on her only child's shoulders. "Dear, why don't you go thank Mrs. Rosemond for having us here today."
"Mom," she whined drawing out the syllables of her name, "I already talked to her. Some of the other kids were going to go swim and I was wondering-
"Now Cecile," she replied sharply. Bunny fiddled with her daughter's dress. "Please go, get better acquainted with Mrs. Rosemond. She's a very important woman darling."
Cecile rolled her eyes. "Yes mother. I'll talk to you later Kathryn."
"I look forward to it Cecile."
As she toddled off in the direction of Helen Rosemond and some other very important women, Bunny sighed and let out that fake laugh of hers again. "I do apologize Kathryn if she was talking your ear off. I know Cecile can be a bit of a handful sometimes."
"Not at all," she insisted. Clearly Caldwell was terrified her progeny would scare her off. The woman was as fucking clueless as her daughter. Like she would ever give either of them the time of day if she didn't absolutely have to. Unfortunately for Kathryn she did absolutely have to if she wanted to screw over Court. So she lied through her teeth. "Cecile is such a lovely young girl, she's absolutely charming."
"Oh thank you, I'm so glad you think so. She looks up to you, you know. You're her role model." It was taking everything in her not to roll her eyes. Jesus, take it down a notch Bunny. You're overselling it. "I'm hoping under your guidance she can really blossom at Manchester this year."
"I'll do my best"
Bitch you have no idea.
Taking her by the arm, Mrs. Caldwell began to walk and took her into her confidence. "You know I have to admit I was a little apprehensive about sending Cecile to a co-ed institution. She's always attended strictly all girls schools in the past."
"If you don't mind me asking, what changed your mind?"
"Well, last spring we met the most charming boy when we were vacationing in St. Tropez. He attends Manchester and sung it's praises. It just so happened my husband was doing business with his father and our families got very close."
"How lovely. What's his name?"
"Court Reynolds," she replied her eyes glimmering with pride. "Son of Garret Reynolds and senator Philip Reynolds of course. Have you met him?"
She shook her head. "No, but I've heard he's very nice."
"Yes, he's just the sort of boy I always hoped Cecile would end up with. Smart, handsome, from a good family." And filthy rich, Kathryn thought snidely. The old bitch didn't fool her any.
"Does Cecile like him?"
There was a moment of brief hesitation before she insisted, "Well, yes, of course. What's not to like? Cecile's just a little...shy around boys."
Somehow Kathryn doubted that. The young girl didn't exactly strike her as the shy type. This new development amused her. So Cecile wasn't really into Court. It really was an arranged relationship. Hmm.
Nodding sagely she replied, "Of course, that's perfectly reasonable given her limited experience. I'm sure, given time she'll come around."
"Yes," Bunny agreed. Something in the nearby crowd caught her eye and she turned to her with an excited grin. "Would you like to meet him?"
Would she like to meet him? Does Raggedy Ann have cotton tits?
Kathryn smiled pleasantly. "I'd love to."
Guiding her by the arm, Bunny led her over to where a small group of well heeled teenagers were gathered around a tall masculine figure. Judging by the looks they shot him as they approached he was obviously describing some less than wholesome adventure. Most of them scattered at their presence. When Mrs. Caldwell tapped him on the shoulder he turned, smiling broadly at the older woman. That confident grin of his faltered however when he caught sight of her companion. Of course he quickly recovered. "Mrs. Caldwell, there you are I was wondering where you'd run off to."
"Oh Court," she giggled like an insipid school girl as she hugged him, "Please, I've asked you to call me Bunny."
"Of course, Bunny," he replied his smile charming, but his gaze slightly uneasy as he shot Kathryn another look. "Where's that beautiful daughter of yours?"
"Cecile is visiting with Helen at the moment. Actually, I came over to introduce you to someone very special. Court, this is Kathryn Merteuil."
Extending her hand she produced a pleasant smile and in her best debutante purr greeted him. "It's lovely to meet you Court. Bunny speaks very highly of you."
He eyed her hand and for a split second she thought he wouldn't take it. There was a small part of her that didn't want him to play along, but of course she knew he didn't have the balls for that. Instead, he placed his hand in hers. It was slightly clammy. Kathryn wanted to cackle with glee. He was afraid of her.
Of course he didn't show it. They were WASPS, they didn't show any emotion that wasn't socially appropriate. "It's nice to meet you Kathryn. Of course I've heard nothing but pleasant things about yourself. I'm sure you know everyone's really taken with you."
There was a slight edge to his words that completely went over Mrs. Dip Shit's head. Playing her part to perfection, Kathryn looked away and blushed in embarrassment at his words. "I don't know about that, but everyone has been so nice and welcoming. I wasn't expecting that, especially in New York of all places."
The three of them laughed pleasantly. Court's merry expression didn't reach his eyes as he stared warily at her and sipped his champagne. Kathryn was dying to steal a taste.
"Oh," Bunny exclaimed as something across the party caught her attention. "I see my husband just arrived. If you'll excuse me a moment I must go say hello."
"Of course"
"Give him my best," Court added.
When she finally departed, leaving them alone, he turned to her all hints of pleasantness and gentlemanly decorum gone as he sneered at her, "All right you harpy bitch, what are you up to?"
Kathryn didn't flinch at his harshness. It only made her laugh. "Now, now is that anyway to greet an old friend?"
"Cut the shit Kathryn," he hissed. Placing a hand on her lower back he led her to the edge of the party away from prying eyes and ears. "What game are you playing?"
Taking advantage of the brief moment of privacy she took his glass of champagne and finished it off in one gulp before handing it back to him. "Oh unclench moron,"she sighed. "I'm not planning anything."
His gaze never wavered from her as he replied, "Why don't I believe you?"
She shrugged. "It's the truth. The fact is, since the last time we spoke I've done some soul searching-
"Don't you need a soul for that?" he sniped.
Kathryn smiled tightly then continued, "I've thought a lot about what you said to me and in the end I think you were right. It's time I make some changes. I need to stop being so selfish. That's why I've decided to take little Cecile under my wing this semester."
"Under your wing?"
She nodded. "She really is such a sweet girl. I can see why you're so fond of her. Not to mention an honest to goodness virgin. In this city that's like a god damn unicorn."
Court shook his head and stepped closer to her. "You know I don't by a word of this, don't you?"
"Oh Court dear, what on earth makes you think I give a shit if you believe me or not?" she asked sweetly.
"Stay the fuck away from her Kathryn," he hissed in warning, "Or so help me I'll make sure everyone here knows what a lying bitch you really are."
Upon hearing his threat she let out a genuine laugh. "Oh please, by all means, go ahead but fair warning if you say anything against me or expose our affair I'm afraid I might have to tell someone about that messy incident you had last spring with that call girl."
His eyes widened in terror and his face went white. "How did you...," he moved closer to her glancing back at the party as if making sure no one heard them. "How did you know about that?"
"You told me," she explained, "During one of your many drunken binges. That poor girl, although I suppose she's not really that poor anymore. Not after that sizable payoff from your father. Although I have to admit, if I was her I would have held out for much more than a lousy hundred grand. Especially if I had to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair-
"Shut up!" he spat to her harshly. "Just shut up about it."
Kathryn's eyebrows rose at his frantic response. "Hmm, if I didn't know better, I would actually think you felt guilty about putting her in that chair Court."
"You know nothing."
"Well I do know this, you and I share something special. It's called mutually assured destruction. We both have something on each other and if either of us attempts to use that information against the other we will in fact facilitate our own doom. Are you following me or should I use smaller words?"
"I got it. You keep your mouth shut and I'll do the same."
"Very good," she purred condescendingly.
Court shook his head at her then ran a hand through his tousled hair in that way that used to drive her nuts. Her hands itched to make him stop. Whenever she used to do that he would laugh at her then kiss her hand. A small part of her ached for what once was. "I'm leaving with my family for Greece," he told her unaware of her moment of reflection. "I'll be gone until Labor Day."
He had originally invited her along on that trip. They were going to tell his family about them. Kathryn had it planned out perfectly, but then he had to go and shit all over it. The thought left her both sad and more than a little bitter. "Enjoy your trip," she replied coolly, not really looking at him.
"Oh I will and when I return I expect everything here will be just as I left it. I mean it Kathryn, leave Cecile the hell alone."
"I promise your little girlfriend will be perfectly safe." She smiled before adding, "Well from me anyway."
Annette pushed past the heavy wood door into the solitude of the ladies washroom. It was quiet and empty just as she hoped. For the better part of two hours she smiled and made small talk with some of Manchester Prep's best and brightest. It had all been very pleasant and complete bullshit because she knew as soon as she turned her back they whispered about her.
That's the girl from the web.
She doesn't look like a slut.
That poor girl, I thought she was smarter than that.
And so on and so on. For the most part Annette ignored it and pretended she didn't hear the whispers. It was easier that way and she had no interest in causing her father any further embarrassment. So she was resigned to being the bigger person and hoped they'd all soon grow tired of gossiping about her.
Still, there was only so much she could take. She didn't even really need to use the facilities, she just wanted a moment to herself. Thankfully it appeared she had gotten her wish.
Stepping further into the ladies room she assessed that it was indeed empty. It was rather odd to find a bathroom that resembled a public restroom on a private property. Sebastian had once told her his aunt had it built years ago specifically for guests when she threw garden parties so they wouldn't have to use the main house. It was very lovely inside. Lavender colored walls, with silver accents on the light fixtures and the sinks and a chandelier in the center. There were three large oval mirrors on ones side hanging over a row of sinks and on the other side four bathroom stalls. In the middle was a round cream colored sofa. Annette collapsed on it with a tired sighed and thought about how pathetic it was that she was actually hiding out in the bathroom. "I can't believe this is my life," she muttered to herself.
"I don't know. From where I stand it looks about right to me."
Annette froze when she heard that familiar voice. Staring at her reflection in the mirror she watched as one of the bathroom stalls behind her swung open and Kathryn Merteuil stepped out. With a poisonous smirk on her lips she strut past her and made her way to the sink. "Hello Annette, fancy meeting you here."
She had noticed her at the party of course, but studiously avoided her. Now as she stood mere feet away, Annette was overcome by the blistering hatred she felt for her. It was like nothing had changed. There was a small part of her that had hoped Kathryn might have learned from her mistakes, maybe even been humbled by them, but judging by the malicious glint in her eye it was the same old Kathryn. Sleek dress, perfect hair, black heart.
Reluctantly she got up from the sofa and joined her at the sink. "I had a feeling I'd run into you eventually."
"What, didn't want to come over and say hi?"
"I'd rather gargle glass"
"Now, now is that any way for the headmaster's daughter to greet new students," she chided.
Arms folded to her chest, Annette glared daggers at her enemy. "What the hell are you doing here Kathryn?"
She sighed as she studied her reflection and explained, "Mother got sick of chasing husbands in Europe so she decided it was time to come back to the states. Since there was no way in hell I'd willingly live on the west coast, New York was the only option. So here I am."
"Leave"
Kathryn cocked an eyebrow at the demand. "Excuse me?"
"Transfer to Dalton or Spence or Chapin. I don't care, but stay the hell out of Manchester."
She turned to her more curious then offended. "And why would I do that?"
Annette stepped forward closing the gap between them. "Because if you don't, I'll tell everyone that you're a lying, murderous bitch. I'm serious Kathryn. Unless you want that precious reputation of yours dragged through the mud stay the hell out of my school."
Kathryn silently studied her a long moment before turning back to her reflection. Running a hand through her hair she replied blandly, "I don't think so. Manchester is one of the best school's in the country. Graduating from there practically guarantees admission to the ivy league school of my choice-
"Didn't you hear what I said? I'll expose you!"
"Yes I heard you," she replied still so irritatingly calm. "And as adorable as it is that you think you can threaten me, let me tell you how that would play out. You start telling stories about me and I'll be forced to tell a few of my own. Who do you think people will believe? The disgraced daughter of the headmaster or the new girl in town who everyone adores?" Kathryn chuckled darkly. "Poor little Annette, always trying to play outside your league. I would have thought you'd learned your lesson the last time you tried to go up against me."
She didn't reply as she thought back to their time together in boarding school. Ironically enough the first time they met had been in the ladies room. Annette had walked in on something she shouldn't have. She thought someone was in trouble and her morals dictated that she offer some help. Unfortunately for her the person in question was the most powerful girl in school and the last thing she wanted was help. When Annette failed to fall in line, Kathryn promptly threatened her. Thus their relationship was born.
"You know I thought there might be a possibility you changed," she remarked quietly as she studied her in the mirror. "But you're still the same heartless calculating bitch you always were."
"People don't change Annette, no matter what Oprah and Dr. Phil tell you."
"Only when they're trying to sell their own bullshit agenda, right? I read your article. Born again virgin? That's a little extreme even for you."
"Well the extreme always seems to make an impression"
"This summer must be absolute torture for you," she chirped sarcastically. "Everyone's watching you, can't afford any screw ups. Whoever will you mount now?"
Kathryn didn't flinch at the insult. Without missing a beat she replied, "I don't know, your fathers kind of cute."
Refusing to be baited she huffed, "My father's far too smart to fall for your crap Kathryn."
"Perhaps, but then again people said the same thing about his darling daughter and look at her. A pretty boy lays out a little charm and she throws all her supposed morals out the window and flops on her back. I heard about your little video. Sebastian Valmont, really?"
"You of all people are going to slut shame me, really?"
Kathryn shrugged. "No shamming, he's very attractive, but come on, even Helen Keller could tell that boy was a transparent pig with an agenda. What were you thinking?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I thought he loved me"
"That old chestnut"
Annette was going to continue arguing her point, but she stopped herself when she recognized the the opening Kathryn had inadvertently given her. Turning the sink on she washed her hands then casually mentioned, "I heard you're staying with Mrs. Rosemond for the summer. I imagine Sebastian will be wanting to visit."
There was a moment of silence. "Actually, he'll also be staying here as well."
"Well, isn't that convenient." She snickered, "Then again bedding the upper east sides newest golden girl would likely be a real coup for him. I bet he's already got his strategy all mapped out."
Kathryn slowly turned to face her. "In what world do you think I'd be stupid enough to make the same mistakes as you? No power on this earth could make me go to bed with Sebastian Valmont."
Annette smiled warily as she thought about her wager with Valmont. "We'll see about that."
"Believe me I have no interest in your sloppy seconds. I've been down that road before, remember?"
She stilled at the mention of the past. A fresh wave of pain washed over her. She glared mutinously at the callous girl in front of her wondering how she could be so flippant. "I haven't forgotten anything," she spat bitterly. Grabbing Kathryn by the arm she forced her around and demanded, "How do you do it?"
"Do what?" she demanded as she pulled herself free.
"Walk around like nothing has changed, like you aren't responsible for someone's death."
"Maybe because I'm not. What happened to Trevor was a tragedy-
"Don't," she interrupted, "Don't you dare mention his name."
Kathryn's eyes flashed with some unknown emotion at the warning. When she spoke her voice wasn't as confident as before. "I had nothing to do with what happened to him."
"He died Kathryn, that's what happened to him and the hell you didn't!"
"Jesus, still as sanctimonious as ever," she grumbled looking upwards. "Look I don't give a shit what you think, but I'm warning you, keep your mouth shut."
"Or what?"
"Don't push me Hargrove," she hissed between her teeth. "I planned to let you continue on with your pathetic existence and let you be this year, but if you keep pushing me, I'll push back and when I'm finished with you it will make what happened to Trevor look like a hug. Are we clear?"
Annette took a step back from her and murmured, "You're a monster."
"Yes I am. You'd be wise to remember that. Now get the fuck out of my way," she spat icily.
Moving aside she said nothing as Kathryn passed by her and exited the bathroom. Annette stared at the ground clutching the granite sink behind her. She had to hold on because she didn't trust herself not to go for Kathryn's throat. Her breathing was hard and she could feel her heart pound against her chest. She had to get herself under control before she did something she'd regret.
After counting to ten she still didn't feel any calmer. "To hell with it," she muttered. Pushing off the sink she stormed out the door, determined to go after Kathryn. She didn't know what she was going to say or do, but she was done with letting her get away with her crimes.
She didn't make it three feet out the door before running smack into someone. Annette would have toppled to the ground if he hadn't reached out and steadied her. Squinting against the afternoon sun she looked up into the smiling face of her friend. "Oh god, Ronald I'm sorry."
He shook his head. "Hey don't worry about it, are you alright?"
"Yeah," she sighed running a hand through her hair. "Just not paying attention to where I was going."
"You looked liked you were in a hurry. I called your name, but you didn't seem to hear me."
"Sorry, I must have been zoning out." She was in a zone alright, the Kathryn zone. In a way she was grateful she had run into Ronald when she did. It likely stopped her from doing something stupid.
Ronald's dark brown eyes searched her face in concern. "You sure you're okay?"
"Yes, it's just been a long day."
He smiled warily. "Enjoying the party?"
She laughed shortly then admitted, "Not really. Are you on your way back to the city by any chance?"
"Yeah, do you need a ride?"
"I'd love one if you don't mind."
"Not at all," he replied, his smile warm and open.
They circled around the party and made a hasty exit back towards the garage where the parking attendant fetched Ronald's Mercedes. Annette texted her father, explaining she got a ride and not to worry. As they made the trek back to the city they filled each other in on what they been up to that summer. Leaning against the passenger side door, Annette admired him as he told her about his adventures this summer.
If Manchester Prep had a big man on campus Ronald Clifford was it. He was handsome, charming, intelligent, and well liked. He was president of the student body, head of the diversity council, and was the center forward on the basketball team. He was voted homecoming king two years in a row. He was a musical prodigy, played three instruments and already had early acceptance to Juliard. Most impressive however was the fact that he was genuinely a good guy, which made him somewhat of a anomaly at their school.
When Annette first arrived at Manchester, Ronald had been assigned as her guide. She had a little crush on him, but quickly learned she wasn't the only one. There was a long line of girls waiting to make time with Ronald Clifford. Unlike Sebastian, who wielded his good looks and charm like a weapon, Ronald was more selective. He never seemed to hurt for female company, but clearly he had more going on in his life than just chasing girls.
"So wait, you're giving music lessons now?" she asked more than a little incredulous. Ronald's father was a renowned pediatric surgeon and his mother a supreme court judge. He certainly wasn't hurting for money.
He shrugged explaining, "It looks good on college applications."
"What about Juliard?"
"I like to keep my options open"
"So Harvard is your fall back school?"
"Kind of, yes," he replied glancing over at her with that confident, cocky smile. Annette laughed. "What about you? Is Cornell still the plan?"
She let out a long sigh as she thought about her future. It should have been the most important thing on her mind this past summer, but she'd barely given it a thought. "Yeah, it's still the plan. Med school at least. I haven't totally settled on where yet. I can't believe I'm still not a hundred percent certain what I'm doing next year. It's terrifying."
"Hey, don't worry about it, you have plenty of time."
Annette wasn't so sure. "Last year, everything was on track. I had all these plans. I was going to volunteer at the hospital, get a part time job and I let myself get completely side lined. One stupid mistake after another."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. I believe Valmont might have had a hand in some of that."
She winced upon hearing that name. Ronald had been one of the people who tried to warn her against getting involved with Sebastian. She had arrogantly blown off his good advice, even suggesting at one point that he was only doing it out of jealousy. This had been the first time they'd spoken since that particular argument. Annette groaned, leaned her head against the window. "God, it's so embarrassing. I'm so sorry Ronald, I was such a jerk. Feel free to say I told you so. You earned it."
He shook his head. "Not my style and anyway you're hardly the first girl to trust Sebastian Valmont's BS and I doubt you'll be the last. But what he did to you...that was completely fucked up. Even for him."
Annette's head shot up and she looked at him horrified. "Oh god, did you watch it?"
"No," he replied quickly staring straight ahead at the road. There was a beat of silence then he glanced at her quickly. "Maybe just a few seconds of it. Someone sent it to me, I opened it without realizing what it was a link to. I mean I didn't-
"It's okay Ronald," she cut him off with a short laugh. "At least you're honest about it. I had three guys at the party hit on me, guys who've never talked to me before. They all claim they never saw it, yeah right. What's better than the virginal headmaster's daughter? The slutty headmaster's daughter."
"Give it time, people will forget. The student body of Manchester has the attention span of a gnat. Trust me, they'll move on soon enough."
"I hope so," she sighed as she stared out at the passing scenery.
"Speaking of our illustrious student body, any of the incoming students catch your eye?"
Truth be told, with the glaring exception of one, Annette didn't really recall any of the new students she met. Her mind was very much on other things. "Not really, you?"
He shrugged. "A few maybe. Um, did you meet Kathryn?"
Once again her head jerked in response to the question. "Kathryn Merteuil?"
"Yeah"
"I, uh, talked with her briefly," she replied trying to sound as vague as possible. "I take it you did as well."
A slow smile spread across his handsome face. Annette knew that look all too well. It was the smile of a man who had been dazzled by Kathryn Merteuil. A feeling of dread settled in her stomach. "We talked for a bit. She was cool. Hey, did you know she lived in France and Geneva and-
"Sweden," Annette offered unenthusiastically. "I think I heard about that."
"Yeah, kinda cool right? She seems really smart."
"Not to mention really pretty."
Ronald smirked once again and shrugged unapologetic. "Well, I wouldn't kick her out of bed. Not that I'd ever have a chance with her. There's something kind of untouchable about her, but still-
"Ronald you should stay away from her," she found herself blurting out.
"Why, what's wrong?"
This was her chance she realized. She could tell him the truth, tell him about the real Kathryn and all the horrible things she'd done. They were friends, he would probably believe her. She could lay everything out and be done with it right now.
But she didn't. She knew if she told him, Ronald wouldn't want anything to do with Kathryn, he might even say something to her. If Kathryn found out she exposed her she would retaliate, she might go after her father and Annette wouldn't allow that. She had a plan in place, one that if she exercised a little patients could bring about the downfall of Kathryn without Annette having to get her hands dirty. With any luck, by the end of the summer Merteuil would be gone for good.
Still, the thought of Kathryn getting her hooks into Ronald make her anxious. After what she did to Trevor she knew she was capable of just about anything. She couldn't very well let her friend unknowingly walk into her clutches.
"I don't know," she replied averting his eyes. "There's just something about that girl I don't trust. I know I have no right to ask this of you, especially after the way I behaved when you tried to warn me about Sebastian, but I think you should stay away from her."
Ronald didn't exactly look convinced, but he humored her anyway. "Well, I think she's harmless Annette, but if it will make you feel better, sure, I'll keep my distance. It's not like I'd have a shot with her anyway."
Annette let out a sigh of relief and felt herself relax for the first time that afternoon. "Thank you Ronald. I know it sounds silly, but I just don't trust her. There's something phony about her."
At that he let out a loud bark of laughter. "A phony at Manchester? Woman, bite your tongue!"
Sebastian sipped his scotch and stared out the window at the setting sun. The party had ended hours ago and the staff was now busy cleaning up the mess, taking down the tents. He watched them disinterestedly from his bedroom. It wasn't the guest room he normally stayed in. It was smaller and didn't have his preferred view, but it had one advantage that trumped all of that. It was located directly across the hall from Kathryn's room.
Smirking, he finished off his drink and walked over to the door. Leaning his ear against the heavy wood he listened but was met with silence. An hour or so ago he had heard her retire for the night. The doors were old and creaked when opened. Had she left he would have heard.
Valmont went to the closet to retrieve a robe. He had taken a shower hours ago and never bothered to dress, instead he laid out on the cool sheets, writing about the day's adventures in his journal. For a moment he considered putting on more clothes, but then decided against it.
Leaving his room he crossed the hall and listened at her door. Sebastian could just make out the sounds of running water. She was in the shower. He smiled and tried the door. Just as he suspected it was unlocked allowing the big bad wolf to sneak inside.
Kathryn's guest room was similar to his own only rather than deep red's the room was all creams with gold accents and a chandelier above the bed. It smelled like girl. Sebastian circled the bed, thinking about how nice little Ms. Seventeen Magazine would look stretched out across the duvet, hands tied to the headboard, tits up, legs spread. Hmm, he could practically taste her on his tongue.
Walking over to the bathroom door he tried the handle. It was open. He thought about going inside and surprising her. All the bathrooms in the house had glass enclosed showers. He was certainly guaranteed a nice view. In the end however he decided it wasn't worth it. She could freak out and go running to his aunt and he wasn't quite ready to go back to the city yet. Not until he got what he came for at least.
Instead he began snooping around the room. Kathryn had left her cell out, but it was password protected. The closet was already filled with clothes as were the drawers. Sebastian was idly opening and closing them until he came across her underwear drawer. Sure, it was a little perverted to go threw a girls underwear, but then again so was Sebastian.
There were no white cotton panties. It was all silk and satin and lace. All La Perla. This wasn't terribly surprising, most high end girls like Kathryn, even the saintly one's liked their expensive panties. However, the deeper he dug the more interesting the garments got. Tiny thongs meant to entice, garter belts, see through panties. Sebastian plucked a particularly sexy pair of black lace panties and held them up for further inspection.
He was so engrossed in his task he hadn't noticed the water shutting off in the next room. When the bathroom door opened he looked up just in time to see Kathryn step out, dressed in a deep purple satin robe, her hair wet and hanging at her shoulders. Her eyes widened at his presence. "What the hell are you doing in here?" she demanded.
"Waiting for you," he replied with a grin. "How was your shower?"
She crossed her arms to her chest. "It was fine. Do you always wander into other people's bedrooms uninvited?"
"I'm rarely uninvited sweetheart," he drawled.
"You are this time"
He wiped away an imaginary speck of dust on the dresser and sighed, "It is my house."
"It's your aunts house actually."
"Technicality."
Kathryn rolled her eyes. "In any event, do you mind leaving so I can get dressed?"
Sebastian flopped down on the bed and waved his hand in a gesture of indifference. "Go right ahead, you won't bother me."
"I'm sure I won't," she grumbled. "Tell me, are you always this obnoxious?"
"Most people call it charming"
"Are these people mental deficient?"
Sitting up he let his eyes rake over her tight little form. The silk of her robe was clinging to her still wet body causing her tits to poke provocatively through the material. "You're rather saucy aren't you? Pity more of that wasn't on display this afternoon."
"What do you want Sebastian?"
"I want us to be friends"
She looked back at him incredulously. "Friends? Is that the line you feed to all the girls you seduce into bed?"
Rising up from the bed he stood in front of her and huffed, "Someone thinks highly of herself. What makes you think I'm interested in anything with you beyond friendship?"
"You mean outside of the fact that you have my panties in your hand?" Kathryn held out her palm and ordered, "Hand them over."
Sebastian held them up out of her reach. Examining the flimsy material he mused, "What kind of born again virgin wears such naughty underwear?"
"Give them to me!"
She lunged for them, grasping the fabric between her fingers, but he held on tight. A tug of war ensued. Knowing the material was seconds away from tearing, Valmont gave up, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her forward to his chest. Kathryn let out a gasp of surprise when her barely clad body crashed into his. Placing his free hand at her waist Valmont held her against him. He delighted in the way her eyes widened when she realized he was as naked as she was under his robe. The thin material of their robes did little to hide the bodied underneath. The warmth radiating off of her made his cock stir. "You're right," he whispered against her neck. "I do want you and I think you want me too."
She struggled halfheartedly against him, but he only held her tighter. Sebastian shifted his hips, pressing his semi-hard cock against her stomach. She whimpered in response. If he wasn't mistaken she melted just the tiniest bit, but that pride of hers wasn't about to admit it. "You're wrong," she muttered petulantly. The nails of her left hand dug into his chest but he ignored it.
"Am I?" he challenged, his voice low. Leaning forward he pressed his mouth to her neck. The scent of lavender assaulted his senses. He began to wonder how the rest of her smelled.
"Let me go," she pleaded, her breath warm against his ear as she quietly panted.
"Are you sure? I think you like this." Sebastian shifted his leg so his thigh rubbed between her legs. Kathryn trembled underneath his hands and he smiled. "I think you need this."
Her head jerked back at her gaze found his. It was more steely than he would have imagined given her state. Their gazes locked for one heated moment before she threatened, "I'll scream."
His cocky smirk widened at the threat. "Oh baby, you have no idea." The things he could do to her. The things he would do.
Valmont's eyes fell to her lips. He was dying for a taste. His nose grazed her cheek and his lips just brushed her mouth when she pushed him away suddenly. Sebastian stumbled back into the dresser. "Get out," Kathryn ordered, her tone cold and controlled.
"Are you sure?"
"Very. I have zero interest in being friends with you Sebastian."
He let his shoulders sag and he nodded in disappointment. "I understand. So, where do you stand on fucking?"
Her eyes flashed in anger and he was fairly certain that if she had something in her hand other than her slutty panties she'd throw it at him. "You're a pig," she hissed.
"At least I'm honest," he replied unapologetic. "You should give it a try some time."
"Leave. Now."
Realizing the game had come to an end he decided to retreat while he was still ahead. As he headed to the door he called over his shoulder, "Fine, just so you know, my room is just across the hall if you need anything."
"And just so you know, I'll be locking my door from now on."
Sebastian turned and smiled at her one last time, bemused at the way her slender frame seemed to pulsate with anger or lust or possibly both. "Good night Kathryn"
A stony glare was all he would get from her by way of goodbye. Her fury only made him laugh. After he closed the door he waited on the other side to see if she would hold true to her word. Sure enough a moment later he heard the tell tale sound of the lock turning. He rolled his eyes. As if that would stop him.
Heading across the hall he entered his own room and reached into his robe palming his half hard cock. As he recalled the way the faux-virgin's tight little body rubbed against him he stiffened in his hand. Shit, that needed to be taken care of, but first things first.
Sebastian grabbed his cell off the bedside table and dialed an old friend. He answered on the fifth ring. "Valmont, greetings and salutations. What can I do you for?"
"Evening Tuttle," he replied brusquely. "I need some answers."
"Don't we all precious. Narrow it down for me babe, answers to what?"
Stepping into the bathroom he tossed off his robe and admired his reflection. "The question isn't what, it's who. Kathryn Merteuil. Have you heard of her?"
"I live in Connecticut Valmont, not under a rock," he sniped, "Of course I've heard of her. The Upper East Side's latest 'It' girl. I figured you'd be sniffing around her sooner or later. Let me guess, you want to know-"
"Everything," he replied, stepping half-way into the shower and turning it on. "I want everything you can dig up on her. Every place shes ever lived, ever guy she's ever fucked, leave no stone unturned. I want to know every last one of the bitches dirty little secrets."
Blaine chuckled on the other end. Sebastian could hear him light up a joint. "An expedition like that will cost you."
"Whatever you want. Do we have a deal?"
"Consider it done"
Satisfied, Sebastian ended the call then tossed the phone carelessly to the floor before stepping under the shower head. As the hot water ran over his body, he wrapped his hand around his pulsating cock and thought about what was to come.
AN: Please review, thanks!