The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle
Chapter Thirty-Two: Dog in the Manger
In which Ryan finds out what happens when you fool around with not one but two X5s…
Max strolled confidently into Club Twenty-Nine, well aware of the admiring glances coming her way from the men in the club. Jondy's words had given her a jolt and allowed her to keep the heat at bay, at least for the moment. She hoped that Jondy and Logan would put their plan into effect quickly.
The maitre'd was expecting her and when she gave her name, he ushered her back to a curtained off alcove.
Pulling the curtains aside he revealed a round table, with wide comfortable banquette seating circling half of it. Count Ryan was already present and a bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket next to him. He rose as Max entered. The maitre'd dropped the curtain into place and excused himself and Ryan walked forward to Max. He lifted her hand and lightly kissed it, and then gestured for her to take a seat on the banquette.
"You look charming, Cherie. May I pour you some champagne?" he asked even as he lifted the crystal flute from the table in front of her and filled it with the golden bubbling liquid.
Max smiled and accepted the glass from him, lifting it to take a sip. Ryan seated himself next to her on the banquette and smiled at her.
"Shall we order our meal or would you prefer to spend some time getting better acquainted?"
"I can wait to order. Is that bruschetta?" Max asked reaching for a piece of the toasted bread.
The count smiled, watching avidly as Max delicately bit into the tidbit. Her eyes met his and she returned his smile. Encouraged he slid closer to her and put his arm around her shoulder. Max could feel the heat of his thigh against hers through the thin silk of her dress and she shivered slightly.
"You are exquisite, Cherie, and I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you." Ryan whispered as he leaned in and began to kiss her.
Max frantically tried to hold onto her sanity even as her body began to strain against the tight control she was holding. The count's arms came around her and pulled her close, and she was about to lose the battle, when a voice interrupted them. Relief rushed through her in a wave.
"You didn't tell me you planned a threesome."
The Count pulled back, releasing Max. Jondy stood in front of the curtain to the alcove with an ironic smile on her face.
"Jondy…" the Count stammered. "Why are you here?"
"We did have a dinner date, didn't we?" Jondy said. She walked over and took the Count's champagne flute from the table and sipped from it. Then she let her eyes run over Max. "Maxine isn't it?"
Max nodded silently.
Jondy slid onto the seat next to the Count. "I didn't plan on a threesome, but I don't have any objections. Conventionality is so boring, don't you think?"
Ryan was nonplussed at her words and he looked at Max gauging her reaction. Max slowly gave him and Jondy a sexy smile. "I had no idea you weren't just another bourgeois American, Jondy. Threesomes can be very interesting."
Jondy's eyes met Max's over the Count's head and they both smiled. Jondy reached over and placed a hand on the Count's thigh, and Max ran one through his hair snuggling closer to him. Ryan smiled and leaned over to kiss Jondy even as he let his hand roam down Max's back.
"Oh my god!" A new female voice broke into the activities.
Ryan stiffened and slowly straightened. Max and Jondy both had puzzled looks on their faces as all three turned to look at the woman who was standing there staring down at them. Logan stood behind her, holding back the curtain.
"I didn't want to believe you were up to your old tricks, but I see that you are." The woman was tall and well endowed with flaming red hair. She spoke with a very slight accent.
"Rona, I can explain…" Ryan began.
Her eyes swept over Max and Jondy. "Explain what? Why you are here with these two putas while your family starves in Spain? The bill collectors have been hounding me hourly. And I come here to find you throwing away what little money we have on cheap women and wine.
"I happen to be anything but cheap." Jondy declared, standing and giving the woman an icy stare. "Who are you anyway?"
"I'm his wife."
"His wife?" Max chimed in, turning to glare at Ryan. She picked up the ice filled champagne bucket and before Ryan could react, upended it over his head. "You lying bastard. All you wanted was my money and my body." She turned to Logan who was looking amused. "Logan. Take me out of here. Please."
"Yes, Logan. Please do." Jondy chimed in.
Logan held out his arms. "Ladies." Jondy and Max each took an arm. "I wouldn't suggest you plan on staying in Seattle after this." Logan said calmly. "Not to mention, that I believe there are some immigration authorities who are interested in speaking to you."
Ryan's mouth dropped open even further as his wife began to berate him anew, and Logan strolled away with Max and Jondy.
The three could hear Rona all the way to the entrance of the club. Their limousine was waiting outside and Logan opened the rear door for them. He let the girls slide in first and then he followed. As soon as they were settled the car slid smoothly away from the curb.
Jondy had taken the rear-facing seat leaving the other for Max and Logan.
Jondy and Max both dissolved into the laughter they had been suppressing. "Did you see his face when you appeared and then announced that a threesome was okay?" Max gasped.
"Not as good as when Rona appeared." Jondy managed to get out between laughs.
"Personally I liked the ice bucket shower Max gave him." Logan observed mildly. That set the two girls off again and it was a few minutes before they managed to regain control.
"Somehow I don't think we'll be seeing anymore of Count Ryan around Seattle after tonight." Jondy said with a grin.
"Especially since he and his wife will be the headline in tomorrow's tabloids." Logan said.
"You didn't." Max said.
"My photographer friend should be arriving there about now." Logan said glancing at his watch.
The car arrived at Fogle Towers and the chauffeur opened the door. Max and Logan climbed out.
"Aren't you coming?" Max asked Jondy.
Jondy smiled. "I arranged to bunk with Bling again tonight. You two are on your own."
Max smiled at her as Logan took her hand. "Thanks."
"Don't hurry back in the morning, sis." Logan said. "In fact you might not want to hurry back at all tomorrow."
"Logan!"
Jondy grinned at Max. "Have fun, sis." The door to the limo closed and it slid away from the curve.
Max turned to look up at Logan who was staring down at her. "What?"
"I'm starving," he said. "We didn't get past appetizers earlier."
Max let her heat wash over her. Her voice was low and sultry as she responded to her husband, "Well then, we'll just have to do something about that, won't we?"
"I'm counting on it." The two turned and walked into the building.
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Several blocks away, Jondy directed the driver to pull the car to the curb. "I want to walk from here," she said. He nodded and she watched as the car pulled away. When she was sure it was gone, she walked to the payphone on the corner. She sighed in relief when she picked it up and it was working, and then quickly dialed a number.
"X5-210 reporting in." There was a pause. "Yes sir. I understand. I have not been able to get to a secure line previously. Logan Cale is not to be underestimated and I didn't want to risk blowing cover. No sir, those reports are incorrect. He's back with his wife, so the original plan that I seduce him is not an option." She listened a moment more. "Yes, I understand. His wife? She's not a factor. I'll do that. Understood, Colonel."
Jondy hung up the phone and slowly walked away with a frown on her face.
End of Chapter Thirty-One…TBC…