Chapter 28: I Haven't Kissed You in Ages
"Raoul Bladdin speaking."
"Hello?"
"Yes?"
Blaise cleared his throat. "Um, this is Blaise Zabini. Your-" he stopped. Saying I am your stepson seemed kind of foolish.
"You don't have to explain, of course I know!" laughed Raoul. "How are you, Blaise?"
"I'm fine," he replied, feeling a bit embarrassed at how fatherly Raoul sounded. He cleared his throat once more. "I'm calling to let you know that your daughters are working here."
"Cathy and Veronica? Work where?" Raoul asked, confused.
"At my company," coughed Blaise.
There was a silence.
"Hello?" Blaise said cautiously, wondering if he had gotten disconnected.
"At your...porn company?" The way he said the word "porn" wasn't offensive at all, however.
"Precisely. They came and auditioned and I had no choice but to let them work."
"What do you mean, you had no choice?" Raoul's voice was stiff.
"They insisted that I let them-"
"Are they at the building right now?" he asked quietly.
"I believe so."
"I'll be there via Floo." Then he hung up.
Ginny took a deep breath. She would confront Blaise about the blonde today, and nothing was to stop her. Her stomach lurched as she entered the office, but to her both disappointment and perhaps relief, he was in his own private office, busy on the phone. She couldn't really hear what he was saying, but she decided that this gave her time to prepare.
It was then that a big man, perhaps in his mid forties, appeared out of the fireplace in the office. He was a rather handsome-looking gentleman, with soft brown hair from which he briskly dusted off the ashes.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely.
Before he could answer, Blaise ran out of his office. "Raoul!" he called. He looked a bit troubled as the big man stared at him with stern eyes.
"May I speak to them?" the man called Raoul asked.
"Of course," Blaise replied. He turned to Ginny. "Could you call up Catherine and Veronica?"
She flinched a bit at the sound of the names, but did as she was told.
"Please, sit down while you wait," said Blaise, helping Raoul to the sofa. Ginny, endlessly confused, stared at Blaise for some type of an explanation, but he did not see her.
The girls arrived soon enough. Catherine with her painfully beautiful blond hair and Veronica with her great liveliness. But they looked solemn and serious as they spotted the big man.
"Father," said Catherine, acknowledging his presence.
That man was their father? Ginny stared at the group in surprise. Of course, no father would ever want his daughters to be porn stars...but why make a scene here?
"It wasn't Blaise's fault," said Veronica quickly. Ginny sat down in her chair, still puzzled. Blaise shrugged at Ginny, which puzzled her even more. What was going on?
"We told him to treat us like anyone else," Catherine continued. "He was reluctant to let us work here because he's our stepbrother-"
"Stepbrother?" cried Ginny suddenly, her eyes wide. Everyone turned to stare at her, including Raoul, who frowned.
"Excuse me, we're having a conversation here," he told the rather bold, eavesdropping secretary. Blaise mouthed the words, "you didn't know?" Ginny's heart leaped in joy, but she managed to glare at him. That stupid, idiotic, stupid...stupid...
"I'm disappointed in you girls," said Raoul, turning back to his daughters. Catherine stared back at him boldly.
"Then you should have listened to me," she said in her young, brave voice. "When you don't listen to a word I say, why should I listen to you?"
Raoul's expression darkened. "Is that what this is all about?"
Veronica nodded, but she quietly nudged her head at Blaise, as if to let her sister and father know that he was there.
Raoul cleared his throat. "We'll talk about this at home," he said. "Let's go."
"Will you-"
"-we'll talk about this at home," Raoul said, cutting off Catherine.
"No," she said, putting her foot down. "Give us your word, or we're staying. We'll let ourself be exposed and flaunted, as you let yourself be in such danger-"
"-he's in danger?" asked Blaise suddenly. Then he realized it. Of course. The Black Widow. Smart girls.
"Stop it, Catherine," said Raoul quickly.
"Bye, father," she said. And with Veronica she marched out of the room. Raoul ran out after them.
There was some silence during which Blaise decided against following them out and just slumped down on a sofa. Ginny came out of her desk to sit next to him, dazed and suddenly tired.
"What was that all about?" she demanded.
"Two really smart stepsisters of mine who want to save their dad's life," replied Blaise, closing his eyes and lying back.
"You didn't tell me they were your stepsisters," she said accusingly.
He stared at her. "Does it matter?"
"Well, yes," she said crossly. "Because they're off-limits."
Blaise frowned. "Ginny Weasley, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Nothing, nothing," she said, rolling her eyes and smiling a little bit. She got up and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips.
"You look so sexy like that," sighed Blaise. "Kiss me. I haven't kissed you in ages, it seems. And I have every right to be kind of depressed right now."
She was still mad at him...but if she stayed mad at him, she would have to explain why, and it would be embarrassing. And she did miss the sweet taste of his lips...so she obliged, leaning in and letting her lips meet his.
His lips enclosed her lower lip, sucking gently on it. He even groaned a little, which made her feel a bit hot as she pulled away.
"Please," he begged with his eyes still closed. "Just a little bit more."
Ginny couldn't help but smile: both at the situation and in relief. It was as if a truckload of problems had been lifted off her shoulders. She sat back down on the sofa, pulled his face closer to her, and kissed him again, this time more passionately. She opened her mouth to let him taste her. It did seem as if she hadn't kissed him in ages, and it was like getting back on an addictive drug.
Blaise explained everything during their lunch date that day, and she laughed at herself for having been so foolish. She did not show it, however, and instead went on to tell him all about Hermione's pregnancy news.
"That's great!" he cried. "Boy or a girl?"
"The doctor wouldn't tell her," smiled Ginny.
"How long have they been married?" asked Blaise.
"Quite a while, but they didn't really get a baby because they wanted to be more settled, you know."
He nodded. "I see, I see."
Of course, talking about marriage had him remember the horrid task he had to do, which was asking her to come and see Anya and Raoul. She'd seen Raoul today, but he hadn't really worried about that before. The Black Widow was the problem.
The model friends at SexyWitches Inc. were surely happy to hear all about Ginny's discovery about the misunderstanding.
"Stepsisters. Who would have guessed?" said Kayla, laughing.
"Men. Such a headache," groaned Cecilia. "If I didn't like cocks so much, I'd be a lesbian. And real cocks," she added, and Lola put down the dildo she held up.
"We should have a girls' night," suggested Kayla. "Just us girls."
"It's never fun," said Sheila. "You need to have men to have a fun night."
"Such a slut," cackled Francis.
"I guess we could invite a few guys," said Kayla sheepishly, and the girls laughed.
"Then how is it a girls' night? It'd be just a giant orgy," laughed Sheila. "Not that I have a problem with that."
"Don't you guys ever get tired of...you know?" asked Ginny. I mean, if that's what they do every single day...
The models shook their heads.
