"What in tha world..." Marie muttered softly as her fingers delicately
traced along the edges of the mysterious card. "What is it Marie?" Betsy
questioned as she peered over her companion's left shoulder and observed
the object in her possession.
"It seems you have an admirer, how splendid!" the wild violet exclaimed with giddy delight. Marie's posture shifted uncomfortably as she ran the situation through her mind and shook her head slowly.
"No Betsy, ah have a criminal stalker is what Ah have." Her voice was filled with a slight hint of pain and annoyance. She had always found herself fantasizing about an admirer but now that she had one she realized the dangers of having one, especially one involved in a world of organized crime.
"Betsy this situation...." She was abruptly interrupted as a loud knock was heard upon the door.
"Room Service..." A man called on the other side.
Marie slowly rose from her bed and looked towards Betsy who shrugged her shoulders. Marie's gloved hand gently clasped the door handle as she peered out of the peephole to find that it was indeed room service. Her other hand gently unlatched each lock before turning the brass knob and ajaring the door.
"We didn't order anythang...," Marie said apologetically while giving the young man a quizzical look.
" Yes ma'am I know but someone called it in for you and paid for it." The bellhop answered as he slowly wheeled the cart inside the two-bed suite.
"Who may I ask placed the order?" Betsy asked impatiently.
" We aren't allowed to say due to our privacy laws...I'm really sorry miss."
"All I can say is that the individual made a very peculiar request, and he asked me to give you this," as he spoke he handed Marie a small white envelope before he made his exit and shut the door behind him.
"Open it!" Betsy squealed.
"Why should I?" Marie shot back in a rogue manner.
"The hotel security would never allow anything malice to happen to you so come on now open the envelope and then open the food that was delivered to us, I'm really curious to see what it is." She replied hastily, as if she were an impatient child.
"Alrigh' already sheesh..." the Yankee replied (as in American not as in Northerner). The Brit. Happily clapped her hands before placing them upon her hips; her eyes watching as Marie ripped through the envelope in an uncivilized fashion.
Out popped a single card, the Ace of Hearts. This particular card had the image of a male angel with his arms wrapped around a young woman. "It's exquisite..." Betsy breathed as her eyes combed over every intricate detail the playing card held. As usual the letters T.G. were near the bottom of the card. "It's him again..." Marie muttered softly before flipping the card over to find another message.
"Let me be your guardian angel..."
"Betsy, that's scary. Just what is this person protecting me from anyway?" The brunette allowed her hot tempter to break past boiling point as she released a deep scream of frustration.
"Calm down dear, nothin is going to happen to you I promise, but perhaps your right, maybe we should find another hotel. I'll flip through the newspaper to see if I can find us a nice place to stay." Betsy then calmly sat down upon the bed and opened the newspaper and found herself fixated upon a particular photograph.
"Hey Marie, do you remember how I told you I met that lovely lad upon the elevator this morn?"
Marie simply nodded as her gripped the playing card tighter in her grip.
"Do you want to see a picture of him?" The Brit continued.
She handed Marie the paper and took the card from her hand and tossed it in the trashcan. As Marie looked at the image Betsy then walked over to the diner card and lifted the metal covering to find chocolate covered raspberries and strawberries.
"He's real good lookin' but why is he in the paper, an' didn' you tell me his name was Tobias? Here it says Warren Worthington III...this the right guy, gal?"
"I'm positive that is him but he why did he lie?" Betsy asked as she plopped a raspberry into her hungry mouth and sighed.
"According to this, the guy is rich beyond belief. He's here in Louisiana to buy a major telecommunications industry. He's worth more than a hundred billion dollars...maybe that's why he lied." Marie said in a bit of shock. She knew her friend did indeed have good taste but it seems if this guy was the same guy that she met then she really hit the jackpot.
"I suppose...." Betsy mumbled.
"What are ya gonna say when you call him." Marie asked.
"I won't bring it up, if we get serious and when he is ready to tell me he can dear." Betsy sounded far too casual for Marie's liking.
"Seriously, you ain' gonna stress about this?!"
"No, if he wants to play innocent than so shall I."
To Be Continued...
Is this stranger out to harm or to protect Marie? Will Betsy snap and spill the beans that she knows? Is that really Tobias/Warren? Does Marie finally call Remy? Does Betsy finally get a date with Warren? All and more in the next chapter of A Walk on the Darkside.
"It seems you have an admirer, how splendid!" the wild violet exclaimed with giddy delight. Marie's posture shifted uncomfortably as she ran the situation through her mind and shook her head slowly.
"No Betsy, ah have a criminal stalker is what Ah have." Her voice was filled with a slight hint of pain and annoyance. She had always found herself fantasizing about an admirer but now that she had one she realized the dangers of having one, especially one involved in a world of organized crime.
"Betsy this situation...." She was abruptly interrupted as a loud knock was heard upon the door.
"Room Service..." A man called on the other side.
Marie slowly rose from her bed and looked towards Betsy who shrugged her shoulders. Marie's gloved hand gently clasped the door handle as she peered out of the peephole to find that it was indeed room service. Her other hand gently unlatched each lock before turning the brass knob and ajaring the door.
"We didn't order anythang...," Marie said apologetically while giving the young man a quizzical look.
" Yes ma'am I know but someone called it in for you and paid for it." The bellhop answered as he slowly wheeled the cart inside the two-bed suite.
"Who may I ask placed the order?" Betsy asked impatiently.
" We aren't allowed to say due to our privacy laws...I'm really sorry miss."
"All I can say is that the individual made a very peculiar request, and he asked me to give you this," as he spoke he handed Marie a small white envelope before he made his exit and shut the door behind him.
"Open it!" Betsy squealed.
"Why should I?" Marie shot back in a rogue manner.
"The hotel security would never allow anything malice to happen to you so come on now open the envelope and then open the food that was delivered to us, I'm really curious to see what it is." She replied hastily, as if she were an impatient child.
"Alrigh' already sheesh..." the Yankee replied (as in American not as in Northerner). The Brit. Happily clapped her hands before placing them upon her hips; her eyes watching as Marie ripped through the envelope in an uncivilized fashion.
Out popped a single card, the Ace of Hearts. This particular card had the image of a male angel with his arms wrapped around a young woman. "It's exquisite..." Betsy breathed as her eyes combed over every intricate detail the playing card held. As usual the letters T.G. were near the bottom of the card. "It's him again..." Marie muttered softly before flipping the card over to find another message.
"Let me be your guardian angel..."
"Betsy, that's scary. Just what is this person protecting me from anyway?" The brunette allowed her hot tempter to break past boiling point as she released a deep scream of frustration.
"Calm down dear, nothin is going to happen to you I promise, but perhaps your right, maybe we should find another hotel. I'll flip through the newspaper to see if I can find us a nice place to stay." Betsy then calmly sat down upon the bed and opened the newspaper and found herself fixated upon a particular photograph.
"Hey Marie, do you remember how I told you I met that lovely lad upon the elevator this morn?"
Marie simply nodded as her gripped the playing card tighter in her grip.
"Do you want to see a picture of him?" The Brit continued.
She handed Marie the paper and took the card from her hand and tossed it in the trashcan. As Marie looked at the image Betsy then walked over to the diner card and lifted the metal covering to find chocolate covered raspberries and strawberries.
"He's real good lookin' but why is he in the paper, an' didn' you tell me his name was Tobias? Here it says Warren Worthington III...this the right guy, gal?"
"I'm positive that is him but he why did he lie?" Betsy asked as she plopped a raspberry into her hungry mouth and sighed.
"According to this, the guy is rich beyond belief. He's here in Louisiana to buy a major telecommunications industry. He's worth more than a hundred billion dollars...maybe that's why he lied." Marie said in a bit of shock. She knew her friend did indeed have good taste but it seems if this guy was the same guy that she met then she really hit the jackpot.
"I suppose...." Betsy mumbled.
"What are ya gonna say when you call him." Marie asked.
"I won't bring it up, if we get serious and when he is ready to tell me he can dear." Betsy sounded far too casual for Marie's liking.
"Seriously, you ain' gonna stress about this?!"
"No, if he wants to play innocent than so shall I."
To Be Continued...
Is this stranger out to harm or to protect Marie? Will Betsy snap and spill the beans that she knows? Is that really Tobias/Warren? Does Marie finally call Remy? Does Betsy finally get a date with Warren? All and more in the next chapter of A Walk on the Darkside.