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Chapter 11
Dusty caught up with Tracy Ray as she stormed out of Delilah. He turned on the old charm and they both decided to meet up at the bar in her hotel in two days time. This was not something he was going to tell Myra or Dixie as his sister would judge him and Dixie would have a fit when he finally woke up from all the drugs they pumped into him at the hospital.
They won’t see his side of this. Opportunities like bagging a beauty the level of Tracy Ray did not come his way often. In fact, they never came his way. Living in a small town like Simontown and having to look after Myra their whole lives meant that Dusty did not see too much action in the lady department growing up – and he would be damned if he let this chance pass him by.
The Hotel bar was one of those lavishly designed affairs with cushy seats you could get lost in and dark mahogany tables that spoke of old world charm. The colour scheme was primary beige with gold and emerald trim and the lights were turned low. Soft jazz played through the sound system and Dusty could only see the barman and two other patrons dutifully sipping their drinks.
He was waiting by a table for the last fifteen minutes and hoped that Tracy did not forget their… can he call this a date?
Sure he can.
He hoped she did not forget their date.
An old grandfather clock struck half past nine and just as Dusty was about to go get another drink Tracy Ray made her appearance. He was caught halfway between sitting down and getting up – an awkward pose to make a first impression, but he could not move as he was totally immobilized – captivated by Tracy Ray’s beauty.
“Not leaving already, are you Dusty? Sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Dusty quickly gathered himself and stood upright. He was wearing brown loafers, blue True Religion jeans, a loose fitting brown and white Polo button up shirt and an off-white Hugo Boss sports jacket. The top three buttons on his shirt was open and he had a small gold chain around his neck. Dusty exercised regularly and he knew from examining himself in the mirror for half an hour earlier tonight that his muscles were very visible under the light fabric of his shirt. Tracy Ray looked him up and down appreciatively, like an alligator assessing its next meal.
Tracy opted for a black, low cut spaghetti string dress with a gold Louis Vuitton purse and gold and black wedge-heeled Jimmy Choo shoes. Her blonde hair was pulled up in the back with an ivory pin that would make PETA cringe and she had ox blood red lips. Her blue eyes were emphasized by dark black eye shadow and her ensemble was rounded off with a pair of gold earrings. She was a vision and she knew it.
Dusty moved in for an unsure half hug, kiss-on-the-cheek combo. Tracy leaned into him and the scent of peaches and cream almost overwhelmed him. “No way Tracy, I was just getting another drink, can I get you something?”
Tracy settled into her chair. “Sure, a dirty Martini with three olives, please” She flashed him a brilliant smile. His heart melted. Dusty rushed to the bar to place their order. He was having a triple Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks. Might as well try and look sophisticated, he thought.
While Dusty was at the bar, Tracy was gently adjusting the small wireless microphone that was tucked into her red Agent Provocateur bra. The battery operated wireless receiver was safely packed away into a side bag of her purse and she quickly made sure it was turned on. Upon checking the hard drive she saw that she had at least enough free space for six hours worth of recording on a medium quality. More than enough time for him to spill his guts.
Dusty arrived with their drinks. As he was about to take the seat across from her, Tracy quickly shifted over to her left and patted the space next to her with her right hand. She looked Dusty straight in the eyes and smiled. Dusty nervously went to sit beside her, both drinks still in hand.
Tracy shifted herself to face him, her sizable breasts brushing against his shoulder. She took her drink from his sweating hand and raised her glass to clink it against his for a toast: “To you Dusty. May all your future nights be as good as this one is about to get.”
And with one gulp she drained the Martini from her glass.
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