DOUBLE TAKE (Part 8)

Don't Even Think About It

The City that never sleeps. How true that saying is. You want to party at nine in the morning, there's sure to be a few happening. You want a tuna melt at three in the morning just choose from one of the many diners open. There is never a dull moment and boredom is nonexistent. However you must be very careful are it's easy to get swept away in all the city offers. You could quickly turn into a party girl.

I've been in New York nearly a week now and I'm learning the ropes. Amas will be here for another week and then I'm a free bird. I will be all alone in this concrete jungle. It only scares me when I think about it like that. Instead I see opportunity and I'm quickly getting myself out there. As promised Sasha sent me my portfolio and I know someone will hire me soon once they realize who I am. My money transferred over without a hitch and Amas is helping me look for a place in his spare time.

My friend is worried for me and doesn't like the fact of leaving me here alone but I assure him I'm a big girl. With his help and using his connections Amas has set me up an interview for a major clothing line in the morning. If I land this it could be my introduction to America. My hope is that they'll love me as much as Germany does.

Surprisingly I haven't heard from Octavis which sends me on edge. It's not like him to not follow through or let something go so easily. Yet I'm not stupid. The bastard is probably back building and waiting to pounce. However I'm already in the process of hiring a personal security guard. It's not much but it is some protection.

The meeting with the fashion designer went very well. They were in awe with me and amazed at my previous work and celebribility in Germany. I was hired and would start within a week. Now that my cash flow has been settled I worked harder at finding me a place. Four day's before Amas was due to leave I found the perfect place. After looking at six today the seventh was heaven. It was made for me. It was in the SoHo area which was nice and the apartment fit my personality to a Tee. Shiny wooden floors framed in cream wall's with gold fixtures. The kitchen was small yet sleek. Marble countertops accompanied with stainless steel appliances made it just perfect. The bathroom was built for a woman. I couldn't wait to sink into the porcelain garden tub. Immediately Amas and I ravished the city for the perfect furniture. With the help of a delivery crew my apartment was livable before Amas had to go.

On his last night we went out to celebrate my new life. I let Amas choose the place which is why we ended up at a wild, spunky club. Finding a table in the back we were cut off from the majority of the noise. Most people in this section sat around conversating. Amos ordered us a bottle of wine and we sat there chatting. I was certain I would miss him once he left but this is my life now and I have full confidence in myself. If I could withstand being married to the biggest drug Lord in Germany I'm sure I can defeat New York as well.

Amas and I were in deep conversation discussing what my next plans were after this shoot. Honestly I didn't know but my hopes were that after my first gig other companies would come a knocking. As we chatted I kept getting a sense that I was being watched. Slightly glancing around I saw nothing suspicious. Sipping from my wine I chalked it up to my husbandry worries. No sooner than I felt at ease I sensed it again. Once more I looked around. I was returning my focus back to Amos when the crowd broke and I saw him. A tall man in suit relaxing with a group of friend's. However his attention wasn't on them but trained on me. His slightly long black hair shadowed his etched face and lite stubble sprinkled his well defined jawline. His eye's seemed to ooze black ink and something in them screamed danger yet mischief.

As his eye's bore into mine I felt vulnerable as if he was reading my thoughts. He showed no shame at having been caught staring where most people would offer a smile or turn away quickly. Instead I felt challenged by him as if I was the one caught staring and should turn away first. My stubborn streak surfaced and I arched my brows as if asking what are you looking at. At this his brows lowered and he gave me a dark scowl, a scowl that should send fear ricocheting through me but oddly it didn't. Then it happened, he shot me a crooked little lopsided grin. A grin that held bad boy fun and promised heartbreak. I knew I had to send him a sign that I was uninterested because I truly was. The last thing I needed was to get sidetracked by some American heartthrob. Not only that, technically I'm still a married woman even though I plan to change that very soon. No, this poor fellow doesn't need to get sucked up into my world of evil. Octavis would surely see him dismembered piece by piece.