Almost a month later, Johnny heard the sound of someone downstairs and grabbed his gun before silently padding down barefooted. Walking around, he saw no one at first, then heard behind him. "Good morning."
Whirling around, he kept his gun pointed at the overly cheerful bookkeeper. "What are you doing here?"
Looking around then back at the gun until he put it away, she said "Well, unless you fired me, I work here. You cancelled your two appointments, but you have to see Jason Morgan at two, you asked me to remind you of that the other day. Also, today is payday." She gave him a smile and the check then asked him to sign please.
Johnny found himself laughing once again, then saw her feet encased in sandals again. This time with green toe nail polish. Thinking about it, he took a second look and then said "I told you not to wear shoes like that to the garage again."
"No you said to not wear them to work again. I am not here for work, I am here so that I can go shopping."
"Why green?" he asked as he glanced down at the long pretty feet with a toe ring shaped like a daisy.
"They were supposed to be yellow." she said as she took her pay check. "Got to go, I have to get a lot done today. See you tomorrow and don't forget your appointment."
When she passed him, Georgie made a point to hand him the cheap pen, but she saw his eyes on the yellow daisy ring on her hand. Once home, she washed all the makeup gunk off her face and changed into her punk rocker outfit and teased out the green hair while frowning. The color was fading already since it was only a two week coloring, maybe red? she thought to herself.
Going back upstairs, Johnny went into the bathroom to shave all the while wondering how she managed to keep him so off-guard. He could not figure out why he found her so attractive, she was barely passable but he felt more attraction to her than he usually had to the women he had been involved with.
Wiping his face, when he looked into the mirror he was shocked to realize he felt a bit lighter than he had in a few years. Jason had insisted he come to work for him on at least a temporary basis to protect him from anyone wanting to wrap up the loose ends of the Zachara empire. He had refused at first, but after a week of veiled threats including one against Bellona, he had taken the job.
Jason's first order had involved making sure that the man who had threatened his bookkeeper was made aware that they were both under his protection.
His arrangement with Olivia had slowed down a bit, but they were still sleeping together at least once a week. Her son had left town to return to New York and she was feeling lonely since her cousin was wrapped up in some sort of big to-do.
But Johnny was already sensing the need to end things, she had called twice just wanting to know what he was doing and he had no intention of letting this turn into a relationship. He had the perfect things going right now. An experienced woman to have sex with and the incredible budding friendship going on with Bellona that was strictly platonic at least on her part. He frequently found her hands and feet showing up in his fantasies.
Shopping while pretending to be someone else was wonderful. Only, not! thought Georgie after another clerk started following her around Wyndhams. Seeing Monica in front of her, she ducked into the dressing room with the two new outfits for the next part of her plan only to hear Monica and her Aunt Bobbie coming in as well.
"So anyhow, Edward was still on a rampage last night. He thinks that your brother took the liqueur."
"Now if it was bourbon, I would believe it." she said with a sigh. "How is Cameron doing?"
"He is starting to get cranky, but both Elizabeth and Jason being there is helping. Tomorrow is his first day in the pool with the psychical therapist. You know you should stop in and see them."
"I can't. You have no idea the damage I did over the years. How many times I encouraged Elizabeth to give Lucky just one more chance."
"Emily did the same thing, so did Audrey and she is still there."
"Yes, but I am Lucky's aunt, even Luke is staying away. Lets face it if my brother senses it would be wrong, it truly would be. He isn't the most sensitive man in the world."
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Georgie tried on the first dress, then went out and saw the store detective trying to discreetly check her out. Walking to the large mirror outside, she said to the clerk "Do you think this makes me look respectable. My parents are dragging me to the country club tomorrow."
The detective had slipped in and checked the purse while the girl with the wild hair was kept busy by the sales clerk. Seeing the large amount of cash and American Express black credit card, relieved her slightly. Giving a nod to the clerk, she went to check on the two woman that were arguing in the couture department.
Georgie grimaced when she saw that her things had been rifled through like she had thought they would be. Grabbing the two outfits, she asked the clerk to send them down to home furnishings. "I have a few more purchases down there to make."
When she finally made her choices and was getting ready to check out, she saw Alexis and a red headed woman that she recalled worked for Jason Morgan coming her way. Groaning mentally, she ducked back into the aisle and pretended to be absorbed in thread counts.
"So anyhow, they are getting married in a couple of weeks. Jason has given me orders to help him make it perfect. So I was thinking of hiring Maxie Jones to help since Lulu Spencer is out of the question."
"Did you forget that she slept with Lucky?"
"Great, just great, where am I supposed to find someone to help me and yet who doesn't have their own agenda?"
"I hate to say it, but how about asking one of her fellow nurses."
"Or maybe Robin Scorpio." said the attorney.
"You might not want to go there, Robin used to be involved with Jason. A very long time ago but they want to make this about the future and not the past you said, so she might work."
Grimacing the red head said "No, I will come up with someone else."
Bingo! thought Georgie. Then going through her wardrobe, she came up with the prefect persona to get the attorney to believe she would help for free.
Arriving back at the studio, Georgie set about removing the old room divider and replacing it. Connecting the two screens, she then shielded her new bed. The heavy wrought iron metal with frosted glass was perfect, she thought. Setting her old dancing bear in front of it, she turned on the light and went to stand at her breakfast bar.
when seducing, don't let him watch you clearly, make sure it through a mirror, or glass, or even curtains. make him feel like he is getting an illicit pleasure.
Smirking she saw that it was in shadows but you could see the outline of the bear quite clearly as well as his black buttoned nose. Returning to the other side, she made sure to check on either side of her new iron work bed. The round circle design of the iron perfectly matched the iron in her screen. The only lighting coming from behind the space behind her bed that was sitting at an angle, she decided to put on her new bedding.
the bed itself even before the bedding should be perfect and placed at an angle so that no one else is aware of what is going on. make sure there are no bangs, squeaks or any other outside noise to distract from what is going on between him and you. never even go with a king size bed, you don't want that much room between the two of you.
Taking the linens from the laundry basket, she held them to her nose and made sure that the vanilla scent was barely there in all seven sets. Ironing them with more vanilla, she soon had the snow white Sferra sheets with their 400 thread count on top of the thick pillow-top mattress. Taking out the comforter of the same Egyptian cotton as the sheets, Georgie placed the fluffy white pillows on top.
your love nest should be as comfortable as you want it. be sure to have spare sheets and blankets. don't skip on fabric for them, and make sure it is feminine without being flowery. it should be a place he wants to spend the rest of the day in without feeling emasculated.
there should be a minimum of pillows. two for each side and as large as the bed will hold. in other words don't use full size on a king or vice versa. no clock should be in reach, place your clock and your phone as far away as possible. there should be no pictures in your bedroom. not even hanging on the wall. use fabric to decorate only your bed not to have hanging off of it, windows should be kept dark at night and allow the light in during the day unless you are showing off to your man if he is outside.
Georgie looked around and saw she had taken care of all of her mentors orders. The two identical chests were side by side with the huge mirror above them like she had been taught. One last item to place, she thought with a smirk as she removed the wicker picnic basket from the closet with a wicked smile.
The square basket with hinged cushioned lid and the iron latched drawer had been a bargain, seeing as she had found it in the attic of her dads house. Mac would have had a heart attack if he saw the type of picnic supplies she was keeping in there. Opening the drawer, Georgie thought, safety first as she ripped open the boxes to place the small square packages in nice neat rows organized by kind, color and in the case of one row taste.
always make sure that any thing you need sexually is within easy reach, find a way to store the items that is unique to you and that will make him feel special, not like he is one in a long line to spend time in your bed. place any discreet toys there as well. make him think about playing duets by letting him see your solo performance.
Closing the drawer she placed it on the small bench between her bed and the corner, just in reach of the bed. The stage was set, now all she needed was her co-star, she thought with a shiver. The only part of the advice she wouldn't be using was the solo performance part, she couldn't handle that one. she wasn't that strong yet.
Walking out she saw the ugly sofa and chairs then looking at the clock decided to run out and find some way to solved that problem without running into half of Port Charles. When she slipped into the hospital to find out how Cameron really was, she got some news that moved up part of her plan.
Calling her friend, she gave her the news. "He will be leaving at the end of the week. His boss turned him over to the WSB, so we have to move on him now. When can you start?"
"Well I already got the job here, so give me a couple of hours to work my way onto his floor." she said.
"Good, I want Damien Spinelli so twisted up in knots that he thinks twice before EVER helping a woman like Sam again. Can you handle the other part of the assignment as well?"
That might be a problem." she heard. "Spinelli is being kept here by your father, the bio-one."
"Crap, I need to know what help he gave him. If it was what I think, I am going to want a little more than just humiliation for Spinelli." she said darkly thinking on what her kidnapper had told her. She didn't want to believe it to be true, but the time frame and the computer trail proved it to be true.
Johnny was talking to Max as they joined Cody and Jason at the office after canceling on an angry Olivia. As they were working through the daily grind, Max asked about the CD showing Lucky and Maxie Jones.
Johnny had made it clear that he was not going to help the girl, "She is just as bad as Spinelli."
"Jason, what about this disc are you still going to hold onto it? Bernie said it looked like she was just holding onto it for a rainy day."
Jason took the disk from Cody and said "She was probably planning on using it against us, thank you. Did you find anything else we need to be worried about?" Max and Johnny had soon joined them to discuss the new pier that they were building.
Finally getting back to the mess Sam had planned on springing on them, Jason asked Max his opinion on Bernie and the missing paperwork. "Do you think Bernie is getting too old?"
"No, but between Spinelli who would have been easier for her to manipulate and Bernie not being there a lot, who knows what she did. As for help, did you talk to Bernie about that?"
"He agreed to start training someone, he also said we need to bring in a bookkeeper for our legitimate operations."
"What about the girl who works for me at the garage?" Asked Johnny thinking that she could more than likely use the money. She lived in a dump of an apartment down by the docks and never seemed to go anywhere's. Jason's men had been keeping any eye on her every since the threat from some of his father's old colleagues had taken place.
Jason ordered Bernie to run her name, then thought about Spinelli and realized he had been depending on the kid, thinking he was indispensable, but without him here, no much had changed. Johnny said he would bring back her paperwork the next morning then head back to the garage where he saw the young girl sitting on the hood of an old classic he was fixing up.
"Cool car." she said as she followed him into the garage. "Look, my mom is waiting outside, but she is insisting on me thanking you for stopping me from making a fool of myself last month." With a roll of her eyes the young girl stomped out of the garage just as a blond young man walked in.
"Got a minute?" he heard. When he saw Michael Corinthos standing there, he heard the young man out. "Look, I won't go into everything, but I am sorry your sister died."
Seeing the frustration on the younger man's face, he said "What is it your really want?"
"To talk to you." he said grumpily. "I need some information and I am hoping you can help me. How much is it going to cost to fix this?" he asked showing him the backend of the classic Jag.
"What happened?"
"I stepped on the gas instead of the break and hit drive instead of reverse." he said flushing.
"Who was she?" he asked trying not to smile.
Seeing the look, Michael said "It was more to do with the outfit than her. I can't stand Maxie. But a girl in a bikini playing by a pool, I'm human." He shrugged. "My stepdad said I can work it off, since I won't be able to touch my trust for a few years, and I don't mind about that. But he said I have to go to the garage with the car and talk to the mechanic myself."
"You would get a better deal from a Jag dealership." he warned as he gave him the cost estimate.
"Yes, but I at least know who you are, and I would be more embarrassed to tell a stranger what happened. What did my sister want, by the way?"
"To apologize for bad behavior."
"Oh, so you are the one." said a knowing Michael as Johnny wrote up the estimate.
Looking up with a raised eyebrow, Michael said "Kristina was trying to get Alexis' attention, she thought that acting like a slut would do it. She just copied some of Sam's moves and wore her clothes. She was sick for days from the cigarettes."
"I am glad she realized that type of behavior is dangerous." he said to the younger man.
"In a way, I wish I had seen it. She is now paling around with Serena Baldwin, I had to hide behind my Aunt Elizabeth's scrubs to escape them the other day." he said shivering.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Michael apologized for interrupting something, but when Johnny went to investigate he saw his bookkeeper glaring at a piece of paper. "Something wrong?"
"You need to learn to write better. What does this say?"
Looking at the note, he said "'65 Chevelle side mirror."
Walking back down the short hallway, he handed the paper to Michael and asked what was the matter when he saw the look of concentration. "That voice, who was that?"
"My bookkeeper/assistant Bellona, why?"
"She sounds really familiar." he said walking out the door.
Returning to the office, he asked "What on earth are you doing here today. I thought you were out shopping or something."
"I have an appointment tomorrow morning and wanted to make sure you would be fine. So I made sure the files are up to date. Now I am out of here." Picking up her shopping bags, she was leaving when Johnny insisted on driving her home.
"I'm fine, these are lighter than they look." she said needing to get away.
Hearing the sound of footsteps as they walked across the garage, Johnny groaned when he saw that Olivia was entering the garage. "Well, here at least drive my car, I can take the truck."
"I will be fine." she said as she went to the door avoiding the bitchy sounding dark haired woman that Johnny was currently sexing up. Hearing the thunder, she came back and said "On second thought, I will borrow that car."
"And who are you?" asked Olivia as she saw the girls gait didn't match the body in front of her. There was something fishy about the woman she thought as Johnny went to get the keys. "You know there are diet pills for what ails you. If you are going to be chasing after my lover, at least try and give me some competition."
"I am the bookkeeper." she said. Continuing sweetly "You are Kate Howard's cousin. Lets see, he married Lily, Carly more than once, Claudia, and almost made it down the aisle with Brenda and Kate. But his lack of discretion in bed partners, makes them nothing more than well, whores actually."
"How dare you, you have no idea about Sonny and me. What we have together is unique. Let me guess, little girl, you have a crush on the boss, hang around hoping he will notice you. Don't hold your breath, you are nothing. Why don't you try the library or the nearest computer store, I am sure that there is the perfect geek waiting just for you." Olivia was furious, Johnny had canceled on her three times in the previous weeks, always with some lame excuse about the garage, there was no way that was the truth.
Wondering if she had enough time before Johnny came down, she heard the phone ring and knew she would have just enough time. Georgie leaned in and said "Let me guess, Dante Falconari. Sorry that isn't very unique, just Sonny being Sonny and not using a condom. Let see, Lily was preggers when she died, Carly at least twice that I know of, Alexis and of course her whore of a daughter Sam, Claudia was in the family way when she died. Yup, very unique." she grinned. "By the way, I found the proof on the internet, so good luck keeping it too long. I do have to ask do you get off from sleeping with a man as young as your own son?"
"Who the hell are you?" she steamed at the younger girl.
"The woman who will be replacing you in Johnny's bed. From what I have seen, he is already growing bored with your old cougar ass." Georgie walked over to the stairs shocked at the white hot rage this woman managed to bring up.
Taking the keys from a descending Johnny, she said "See you later boss, ma'am."
Gritting her teeth, Olivia saw that Johnny seemed to be escorting her to the door. "We need to talk."
"No we don't. I told you I was busy and I meant it, I think we should end this right now." with that he handed her into her car and walked across to the black truck and went to find out what Diane Miller wanted.
TBC