from Roger, smiled graciously then handed it over to J.T.. He took it then grasped her hand and kissed it adoringly. She curtsied. Applause increased as the pair in the center performed admirably. As they walked off in different directions the attention was now on the next basket awarded.
Ten minutes later J.T. followed Juliet as she knew he would.
“Okay,” she said, getting right to the point. “I brightened up your miserable little life a while back, move on. Right now, you can’t be here,” she said as soon as they entered Phillip’s private office. J.T. closed the door as she walked across the room and stood at the desk. She kept her back to him and lowered her head. “You have to go, now.”
“Why?” he asked simply.
J.T. looked around at the small quaint office surrounded by poster sized playbills and dancers in motion. He stepped up closer to a now familiar figure of a woman in a white tutu, white leotard and ballet shoes. Her expression was somber and majestic. She was suspended in midair her arm was gracefully extended out from her body at mid shoulder while the other was arched up above her head. She faced forward, looking directly at the camera.
J.T. leaned closer to get a better look at the poster. Juliet was sheer perfection. The grace and elegance of her body sent a thrilling spark of excitement through him.
“Go back to New York. There’s nothing for you here.”
“You asked me what I wanted earlier. I need a favor from you,” he said automatically.
“A favor, you’ve got to be kidding.”
“Actually, I’m not.”
“Short of telling you where to find the closest bridge and detailing exactly how you should jump, I’d say that you were out of luck.”
J.T. chuckled and shook his head. She was exactly the same. “Be that as it may,” he decided to forge ahead and ask anyway, “I need favor, I need you to…”
She spun around quickly. “Look, do you think I’m kidding here? I don’t have time for this, for you. Whatever delusions brought you here, forget it. Just leave, that’s what you’re good at.”
“Yes, Juliet, ten months ago I left you in a hotel room, I admit it. I had to leave. I needed to take care of some business, but when I came back you were already gone.”
“How convenient, this time I’ll give you the opportunity of watching me leave. Good-bye J.T.” She brushed past him preparing to leave, but he grabbed her arm as she passed. He handed her a business card. “In case you change your mind, day or night.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” she warned before opening the door and slamming it behind her.
J.T. smiled, realizing that he was enjoying this little distraction. The thrill of the chase had long since diminished over the years. He wasn’t used to being the pursuer. Things always came easy for him, maybe too easy. Women threw themselves at him on a daily basis, and that had long ago become tedious. This curious turn of events had stimulated a long dormant fantasy of his as the challenge of pursuing Juliet had begun.
Chapter Seven
J.T. looked over at the sofa where he had tossed his suit jacket two hours earlier. It was still lying there exactly where he’d dropped it. Frustrated, he loosened his tie and rubbed his hands over his face then looked at the clock. It was after two o’clock in the morning, much later than he’d thought. The time had slipped by quickly and he was sitting exactly where he’d been hours earlier. He’d been working on a program for two hours and hadn’t gotten any closer to solving it.
Working on software had always been his escape. He could lose himself in it and not look up until the program was completely de-bugged. But, for the last few hours he’d been going around in circles.
The distraction of seeing Juliet again had affected him more than he realized. As soon as he got to the hotel he knew that there was no way he’d be able to sleep so he decided to stay up and get some work done. Unfortunately,
Ten minutes later J.T. followed Juliet as she knew he would.
“Okay,” she said, getting right to the point. “I brightened up your miserable little life a while back, move on. Right now, you can’t be here,” she said as soon as they entered Phillip’s private office. J.T. closed the door as she walked across the room and stood at the desk. She kept her back to him and lowered her head. “You have to go, now.”
“Why?” he asked simply.
J.T. looked around at the small quaint office surrounded by poster sized playbills and dancers in motion. He stepped up closer to a now familiar figure of a woman in a white tutu, white leotard and ballet shoes. Her expression was somber and majestic. She was suspended in midair her arm was gracefully extended out from her body at mid shoulder while the other was arched up above her head. She faced forward, looking directly at the camera.
J.T. leaned closer to get a better look at the poster. Juliet was sheer perfection. The grace and elegance of her body sent a thrilling spark of excitement through him.
“Go back to New York. There’s nothing for you here.”
“You asked me what I wanted earlier. I need a favor from you,” he said automatically.
“A favor, you’ve got to be kidding.”
“Actually, I’m not.”
“Short of telling you where to find the closest bridge and detailing exactly how you should jump, I’d say that you were out of luck.”
J.T. chuckled and shook his head. She was exactly the same. “Be that as it may,” he decided to forge ahead and ask anyway, “I need favor, I need you to…”
She spun around quickly. “Look, do you think I’m kidding here? I don’t have time for this, for you. Whatever delusions brought you here, forget it. Just leave, that’s what you’re good at.”
“Yes, Juliet, ten months ago I left you in a hotel room, I admit it. I had to leave. I needed to take care of some business, but when I came back you were already gone.”
“How convenient, this time I’ll give you the opportunity of watching me leave. Good-bye J.T.” She brushed past him preparing to leave, but he grabbed her arm as she passed. He handed her a business card. “In case you change your mind, day or night.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” she warned before opening the door and slamming it behind her.
J.T. smiled, realizing that he was enjoying this little distraction. The thrill of the chase had long since diminished over the years. He wasn’t used to being the pursuer. Things always came easy for him, maybe too easy. Women threw themselves at him on a daily basis, and that had long ago become tedious. This curious turn of events had stimulated a long dormant fantasy of his as the challenge of pursuing Juliet had begun.
Chapter Seven
J.T. looked over at the sofa where he had tossed his suit jacket two hours earlier. It was still lying there exactly where he’d dropped it. Frustrated, he loosened his tie and rubbed his hands over his face then looked at the clock. It was after two o’clock in the morning, much later than he’d thought. The time had slipped by quickly and he was sitting exactly where he’d been hours earlier. He’d been working on a program for two hours and hadn’t gotten any closer to solving it.
Working on software had always been his escape. He could lose himself in it and not look up until the program was completely de-bugged. But, for the last few hours he’d been going around in circles.
The distraction of seeing Juliet again had affected him more than he realized. As soon as he got to the hotel he knew that there was no way he’d be able to sleep so he decided to stay up and get some work done. Unfortunately,
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