The Love Of Money - Episode 288
27-08-25 (10:29)
Making Up For Lost.
Helen Returns; Bobbi Submits, Erin Stirs Tara's
Desire.
Thursday, 6:21 pm
My phone rang as Helen and I rode the elevator to my
apartment. It was Henry.
I answered the phone, "Psalter-. What's the news?" I
was on the proverbial edge of my seat.
"She's gone," he replied.
"Fuck."
"It's strange," Psalter- said. "All of her belongings are still
here. Her suitemate, Tamara, assumed she had spent
the night at a lover's place or perhaps returned home."
"Do you think Roger has her?"
"I can't say for sure," Henry said, sounding pensive. "It
certainly appears as if she disappeared suddenly, but
Tamara said the last time she saw Ashlee VanCamp
was Tuesday. It leads me to entertain the possibility
that this has nothing to do with Roger."
That would have been the day after the board
meeting… the evening I slept with Carla. "Do you think
Tanaka has her?"
"It's a possibility," Henry admitted, but I can't fully
understand why he would have cause to abscond with
Roger's daughter… unless he was looking to leverage
Roger against you somehow."
"Any way of tracking her?" I asked.
"We're working on it now," Henry said. "If she used any
electronic payment, I'll know about it within twelve
hours."
I pressed my fingers to my eyes, tried to contain my
frustration, and remembered that Psalter- didn't have a
magic wand. Finding one girl on a planet of billions
wasn't easy… even for a man with Henry's resources.
He was incredibly resourceful, though, and if it hadn't
been for him, I wouldn't have been able to confirm
Roger's involvement in my kidnapping. If there was a
way of finding Ashlee, Psalter- was my best bet.
"Okay. Thanks. Keep me in the loop."
"I will," Henry said and hung up.
"Ashlee?" Helen asked as she slipped her arms around
my chest and pulled me back against her. I felt her lay
a kiss on my shoulderblade.
"Roger might have her," I said, not wanting to expound
further on it. No longer having access to Roger
VanCamp, my next best course of action was to have
Psalter-'s people grab Ashlee to interrogate her for
whatever she knew. With Roger out of the picture, it
was probably the best window of opportunity I would
have to act. Unfortunately, someone had beaten me to
it, leaving me with nothing.
The elevator doors rolled open, displaying my foyer/
living room. I took Helen by the hand, and we walked
into it; the lawyer immediately took a deep breath, and
a gentle smile overtook her features. "It's good to be
back here," she said.
"This is your home, now." I looked at her, dropping her
hand to slip mine behind her head, directing her to me
so I could kiss the newest addition to my apartment's
residents. She came willingly and placed her hands on
my chest as her lips met mine. They were warm, soft,
and pliable for half a second until I could feel her smile
into my mouth. Her tongue playfully flicked at my
upper lip as we spent a few moments tasting each
other now that we were safe within the confines of my
apartment.
A squeal broke through the soft moment we shared. I
broke off the kiss and looked around just in time to see
Erin coming at us in a blur of motion. She launched
herself at the two of us, wrapping her arms around us
as much as she could as she buried her face between
our bodies. Her dark, liquid eyes peered up at us,
shining happily, and she wore an ecstatic smile.
"You're here!" She squealed as she attempted to squish
us even tighter together. "Are you here for good?" She
looked at me. "Is she here for good?"
Despite my frustration, I couldn't help but smile at my
assistant. "Roger's gone. Helen's here for good. She's
part of the family now."
My phone buzzed in my pocket again, and I pulled back
from the pair to see who was calling. It was Chloe.
Even though the paramedics were concerned that she
might have a concussion, she wouldn't go to the
hospital and threatened to fill more body bags if
anyone tried to take her. Instead, she followed the
police down to the station to give them a full report of
what happened, all while coordinating the return of
Emily and Natashya to my apartment. After what
happened, I'd asked her to make sure Jonathan got the
girls back here as quickly as possible since we weren't
sure who took Roger or who else might be on their
radar. Considering the fact that Ashlee was gone, I
thought it was a good call.
The two women practically ignored me as I stepped
away from them. Erin slipped into Helen's arms and
cupped the older woman's face in her hands as she
drew their lips together for a kiss. The pair immediately
started to make out as I answered the phone. I
watched them go at it, slowly rotating around each
other as they held each other close, moaning and
cooing into each other’s mouths as they engaged in
sapphic affection. It continued without interruption,
even as they slowly reached the nearest couch.
"Hey," I said, answering my phone, still watching the
two women.
"Hey," Chloe said.
"What's the news?"
"Jonathan's on the way to the apartment with both
ladies. Apparently, they decided to spend the day
upstate, so it'll be a few more hours before they make
it home. I sent a couple of others in another car to back
him up just in case."
"Thanks. What about the cops?"
"Open-and-shut case of self-defense, so they didn't
press charges against me. Vikram showed up to
represent me. They asked a lot of questions about who
I worked for, where' I was going, etc. I told them I
worked for you and that whoever hit me took your
lawyer, so now they're looking for VanCamp, too. They
didn't ask a lot of other questions. Rumors about your
kidnapping have been circulating all over New York
since you got back, so I think they assume it's just
another attempt on a rich man's life, and the lawyer
just got in the way."
"Good deal. Now, come home and get some rest.'
"I need to talk to Hannon Security and Henry," Chloe
said.
"No. I have Psalter- looking for Ashlee. As for your firm,
that can wait till next week, or they can get a phone
call since you're coming with me to the Catskills
tomorrow."
There was silence for a long moment, and then she
said, "Yes, sir."
"Thanks for handling this, Chloe," I said. "I'm glad you're
okay. I don't know if I could have handled it if
something worse happened to you."
More silence… then she said, "Thank you." Then she
hung up the phone.
I returned to the two women, who were, to my
amazement, sitting upright on the couch. The smaller
Erin was straddling Helen's lap while the older woman
talked to her so softly that I could only catch an
occasional word. My assistant was being terribly handsy
with her while listening intently.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Mmm," Erin said, leaning into Helen as she pressed her
lips into the older woman's face. "She was just filling
me in on what happened at the office."
The pair was a sight. Erin wore a simple summer dress;
the skirt was hiked around her waist as she sat on
Helen's lap. Her bare, golden brown shoulders looked
inviting as she flashed her dark eyes over them at me.
Helen's shirt was already discarded on the couch, and
her bra strap was hanging off one shoulder. I wanted
to take them both on the couch, but something was
missing. Something important enough that it was worth
staving off carnal pleasure for a few more minutes.
"Take her to my room, Erin. I'll join you in a few
minutes."
Erin grinned and looked at Helen. "Shall we?"
"I'd love nothing more," Helen purred. The two of them
rose to their feet and made their way toward the stairs.
Helen glanced over her shoulder at me, giving me a
genuine smile the likes of which I'd seen more on her
in an afternoon than in the weeks I'd known her. It
made my heart beat faster.
She really was an incredible woman. Fuck Roger
VanCamp for never seeing that, but bless him for
letting her slip through his fingers. His loss was my gain.
I headed down the hallway toward the dungeon, but
not with that particular room in mind. Not tonight.
Instead, I made my way to Bobbi's room.
Reaching it, I opened it and walked straight in. There
was no lock on the door, and she wasn't allowed the
privilege of anyone knocking. She had yet to earn
privacy.
She was sitting in a plush chair in one corner of a room
that would have thrilled any New Yorker. The room's
window stretched from ceiling to floor, giving her a
beautiful view of New York regardless of the time of
day. A large rug was stretched across the hardwood
floor, and a seventy-inch television stretched across one
wall, displaying an animated kid's movie from
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