It’s the curse of having acute hearing.”
“Thank you. I’m sincerely sorry for breaking into your room.”
Thea couldn’t believe she had actually done it, but she had, obviously, for it wasn’t a dream. She was sitting on the edge of Jo’s bed, and that proved it was reality. Thea felt a tug at her heart but didn’t want to open it up to her. There was something about her that she knew was familiar, but she didn’t know if it was good or bad. It was disconcerting to say the least.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it breaking into the room. Let us say you thought there was a fire that needed to be taken care of.” The singer moved closer and smiled. “What do you say? Shall we call it that?”
Thea was breathless and couldn’t take her eyes from the ones that had captured hers. Her heart raced within the confines of her chest, feeling the heat of the woman so close to her. “Why are you being nice to me?”
“Let’s say until you find another protector, looks like I’m still on the payroll and it’s part of the contract to be nice.”
The engaging smile from the woman astounded Thea with its intensity and she returned the smile with a dazzling one of her own.
“Who says I need a protector?” Thea challenged half-heartedly.
“I do.”
“I can’t afford to pay you,” Thea tentatively answered.
“Who says I want payment?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. Most would, and do,” Thea said bitterly.
“Not this time. It’s free, Ms. Danvers, so take it while you can.” She shrugged. “Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”
“In that case you better call me Thea.” She held out her hand.
The singer looked at her outstretched hand and smiled. “Beautiful name, is there a story behind it?”
“Do you mind if I call you Joanna? It’s a beautiful name too.” Thea felt the heat stain her cheeks again. Joanna certainly did have a strange effect on her and it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. Joanna seemed perplexed. This time Thea couldn’t help but watch the well-formed breasts move, with nipples that had grown in their smooth brown background due to the coolness of the room. It made her mouth salivate at the thought of her lips sucking them in. Her body was going out of control and she panicked, needing to leave the room immediately. She hadn’t had thoughts like this since her crush on Jennifer Coulson in high school.
“My mother is the only one who calls me Joanna. I haven’t heard it in a while,” Joanna said finally.
“Okay, I will leave you now and…and perhaps tomorrow you would maybe join me for breakfast? I will tell you about my name then,” Thea asked. She moved away from the bed and placed the coffee cup next to the small machine.
“I guess…what time is breakfast? I don’t usually…well, I work late…” Joanna was looking at her quizzically as she trailed off.
Thea, who had partially opened the door, heard the hesitation from the usually confident woman. “As I’ve disturbed you, how about I say ten-thirty?” Thea said quietly without turning back.
“Sure, I’ll see you at breakfast. Do you have any particular place in mind?”
“How about I meet you in the lobby and we take it from there?” Thea said as she exited the room and turned so that the door effectively shielded her from the woman’s half-naked form.
“Works for me. Thea, will you be able to sleep now?”
Thea looked back into the room and gave Joanna a bright smile. “Yes.”
“I’m glad.” Joanna said quietly.
“Goodnight, Joanna.” Thea closed the door to the room and went to her own room. Emotions were crashing like waves within her mind and body and she didn’t know what to make of it.
“Goodnight, Thea.”
†
Jo sank down onto the bed and contemplated the ceiling once again. This time her mind was full of the woman, as it was previously, but the thoughts this time were remarkably different. When she was close to Thea, she felt as though she was burning
Anne McCaffrey, Elizabeth Ann Scarborough