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before continuing on to the lounge, where Carter had arranged to meet her.
    When I realized I was holding my breath with anticipation, I told myself to relax. Carter has done things like this before. He knows what he’s doing. I need to trust him. All part of the job.
    Another few minutes passed and finally a sultry woman’s voice activated the program. My ears pricked with fascination.
    “Mr. Calloway?”
    “Yes. You must be Rita. Won’t you please join me for a drink?”
    “Thank you. I’d love a glass of Cabernet. I’ve never been to this hotel before. It’s lovely.”
    “Thanks for meeting me on such short notice. I’m only in town for a few days. I have to say, this is the first time I’ve … well, it’s my first date with a celebrity.”
    “Where are you from?”
    “All over. I travel for work so I basically live out of hotels. I’m in sales and marketing for a company out west called, Tech Solutions. Not terribly exciting, I’ll admit.”
    “Sounds interesting to me. But we can talk about other things if you’d like.”
    “I don’t like to talk about myself. Why don’t we talk about you?”
    “What would you like to know?”
    “How long have you lived in the Boston area?”
    “Most of my life. My family is here so I’m inclined to stay close.”
    “With a face like yours, I bet you’ve done some modeling.”
    “A little when I was younger. The industry is too competitive, though. I didn’t care for it.”
    “And now, you have stimulating conversations with lonely old men like me. How fun for you.”
    “You’re not old.”
    “I feel old most days. I keep thinking I’d like to retire early and move to a tropical island somewhere. I’d like to sit on a beach and watch the sunset every day.”
    “Sounds romantic. If you were going to take me out on a date, is that where we’d go? To the beach?”
    “Sure. Too bad it’s raining and fifty degrees. How are you enjoying the wine?”
    “Delicious. Thank you.”
    “I know our time is limited today but, maybe if things work out, I could take you to the beach next time I’m in town.”
    “Sounds lovely.”
    “I bet you look amazing in a bikini.”
    “If you take me up to your room, I’ll show you what I look like without a bikini.”
    “I’d like that very much but there’s no rush. Please finish your wine.”
    A minute passed and I heard Carter thanking the bartender, telling him to keep the change. I surmised that he and Rita were on their way up to the room. They made small talk in the elevator with another couple and, a few minutes after that, Carter and Rita must have entered the room.
     
    Rita: “This is probably rude of me to ask, but how expensive is it to stay here?”
    Carter: “I get a special rate because of work. I think it’s around two hundred a night.”
    Rita: “It’s nice. Very cozy, in fact. I’ve been in some suites that are bigger than my house. But this is a nice size. Mind if I take off my coat.”
    Carter: “Of course, let me help you with that.”
    I could picture Carter helping her slip out of her coat. I could only imagine what she was wearing underneath. A slinky dress? Or maybe just lingerie? Probably with fish-net stockings and little silk or lace underwear and a padded, push-up bra.
    Rita: “Thank you. You are quite the gentleman.”
    Carter: “Nice dress. I have to say, you really do resemble the late great Rita Hayworth.”
    Rita: “So, tell me what your fantasy is. What would you like to do with me for the next two hours?”
    Carter: “I’d love to sit down and talk some more. I bet they have some wine in the mini bar.”
    Rita: “But we already talked. You don’t have to wine and dine me. I’m a sure thing. Now, tell me what you want to do.”
    Carter: “Okay, I’ll tell you exactly what I want to do. I’d like you to tell me what you were doing at Wayne Miller’s home last Thursday night.”
    Silence.
    Carter: “You intentionally flirted with Wayne at A Flight of Fantasy