Sinful Desires Vol. 4(9)

Chapter 7

The few weeks following the charity event helped me establish a routine. My work schedule varied a bit, but it was more or less consistent. I'd go to work, class, then back to work. Home, then rinse and repeat. Whatever time I had off was generally spent on the apartment since it did, as Julien said, need some work; but I enjoyed it. There was definitely something satisfying about cleaning and painting and doing repairs on a place that was mine. The guy who leased it to me had said that as long as I wasn't tearing out walls, I could pretty much do what I wanted without having to ask permission.

At least once a week, Anastascia stopped by. Sometimes she brought dinner for us both, other times she came to help. Julien came by more often, though the two of them rarely crossed paths since they were on different schedules. Most of the time, he liked to stop by before class if I wasn't working.

It was one of those mornings during the second week of October when Julien and I were working on stripping the finish off of an ancient table I'd found at a thrift store. Well, I was stripping off the finish and Julien was attempting to help. He'd done something to his hand over the weekend, though he refused to tell me what. It was slow going with his left hand, but I appreciated the help nonetheless. The windows were all open and we had a fan going, but the smell was still strong enough that, by mid-morning, I had the front door open too.

Because of the fumes, neither Julien nor I were talking, so when someone knocked at the door, I jumped.

“Piper Black?”

I turned to see a pair of policemen standing on my front step. They were in street clothes, but I could clearly see the badges on their belts. One was an older man, probably in his mid-fifties, with gray hair and one of those perpetual scowls that people get from working a job that dealt with idiots most of the time. The other cop was a woman. She had short blonde hair and a severe-looking face that softened only when she saw Julien, and then only for a second.

I was suddenly very self-conscious that I was wearing grubby clothes and had a handkerchief on my head, holding back my hair so it didn't get in the varnish remover. My face was flushed and I was sweating. Julien on the other hand, was shirtless and looked good glistening with sweat.

“Are you Piper Black?” the male cop spoke directly to me this time.

“Yes, sorry, that's me.” I scrubbed my hand on the cleanest spot of my jeans I could find and held it out as I walked over to the cops.

“I'm Detective Jabowski. This is my partner, Detective Kinsman,” the man introduced them as he shook my hand.

Saying that it was nice to meet them seemed a bit strange, so I went with something else that I thought was equally polite. “How can I help you?”

“May we come in?” Jabowski asked.

“Of course.” I stepped back to let them come in. “Sorry about the smell.”

“No problem.” Detective Kinsman's eyes flicked to Julien and then back to me. “We have a few questions to ask that may be of a... delicate nature.”

I glanced back at Julien and he crossed the few feet to stand next to me. There was a shadow in his eyes, but I didn't ask about it. It could wait. “It's okay,” I said. “He's a friend. You can ask your questions.” It was nice, knowing that Julien already knew about my history and that I didn't have to try to hide anything from him.

“All right,” Jabowski said. “Do you know a young man named Brock Michaels?”

I stiffened and Julien put his hand on my elbow. “Yes,” I said. “We dated for a few weeks.”

“How did you meet?” Jabowski asked.

“Can I ask what this is about?” I asked.

Kinsman ignored him and asked me the question again, “How did you and Mr. Michaels meet?”

“I was a stripper in Las Vegas,” I said bluntly. I'd dealt with people like them before. They wanted to know if I'd lie because I was ashamed or tell the truth because I was proud. For some people, those were the only two options. “I danced at a bachelor party.”

“Who hired you for the party?” Jabowski asked.

“I assume Brock did since he was the best man.” I crossed my arms.

“You assume?” That came from Kinsman.

“My roommate in Vegas was the original dancer who got the job offer and she needed a second person. I never talked to anyone about arrangements or anything like that.”

“What was your interaction with Mr. Michaels at the party?” Jabowski asked.

Julien's fingers tightened around my arm and I knew he was telling me to be honest. I wanted to lie, but I had a feeling they already knew the answer to most of the questions they were asking.

“I did a general dance for all of the men there, and then danced with some of them more closely. I didn't single anyone out. A few hours into the party, I went out onto the balcony for some fresh air. Brock came out and offered me a bottle of water. That's where things get fuzzy.” I worked to keep my voice strong. “I have glimpses of someone touching me, but nothing clear. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a bed.”

“Whose bed?” Kinsman asked.

“The groom's. He told me that Brock and I had been drunk and that he'd stopped us before anything had happened.”

“The groom's name?” Jabowski asked.

“Look, I don't understand what–”

“How much did you have to drink that night, Miss Black?” Kinsman cut me off.

“I didn't.” I almost snapped at her, barely managing to restrain myself at the last moment. “At first, I'd thought maybe I'd done a couple shots and blacked out, and that's what I didn't remember. I found out later that Brock had drugged the water and tried to rape me. If Reed hadn't come in and stopped him, he would've succeeded.”

“Reed?” Jabowski's eyebrow went up.

“The groom.” I sighed. “Reed Stirling. I used to go to school with his sister.” I wasn't about to volunteer any extra information in that particular connection.

“How did you find out that Brock drugged you?” Kinsman asked, her voice clearly saying that she was skeptical of my story.

“He confessed it to me,” Julien smoothly interrupted.

“Excuse me?” Jabowski looked surprised.

“When Brock and Piper were dating, she was still living in Vegas. He and I went down to see her, and the last night we were there, while she was in the bathroom, he told me what he did.”

“I overheard it,” I added. “That's how I found out.” My stomach was churning. I didn't like to think about that night.

“And then I hit him.” Julien put his arm around my shoulders.

I suddenly thought of something that hadn't occurred to me until just then. “Why do two Philadelphia detectives care about an unreported assault in Las Vegas?”

“That brings up a good question, Miss Black. Why didn't you report it?” Kinsman neatly dodged my question.

“Because there wasn't any proof that anything happened,” I said. I was really getting sick of her attitude. “And, like pretty much everywhere, if a stripper in Vegas cries rape, there better be damn good evidence to back it up. Plus, what happened to me hadn't even been a rape. I didn’t think anyone would take what happened seriously.”

Julien looked from Jabowski to Kinsman, his expression clearly saying he didn't like how they were handling things. “Maybe I should have Piper call my family's attorney. He plays golf with your boss.”

The cops exchanged glances that said they didn't know who Julien was.

“Sorry, I forgot to make introductions,” I said sweetly. “This is Julien Atwood.” I waited until the last name registered on both faces before adding, “And, yes, those Atwoods.”

“You want to tell us what's going on?” I asked again.

Kinsman and Jabowski looked at each other before Jabowski answered, “We're trying to establish a pattern of behavior.”

My stomach twisted again as I realized what they meant. Brock had tried to do to someone else what he'd done to me. I glanced up at Julien, but his face was unreadable.

The detectives asked a few more follow-up questions regarding the time Brock and I were dating, but I could tell it all basically boiled down to the same thing: why had I dated a man who'd drugged and tried to rape me? When they realized my answer was always going to be that I hadn't known what he'd done until afterwards, they seemed satisfied. Jabowski gave me his card and said that someone would be in touch.

As soon as they left, I sank down on the floor. What had just happened?

Julien sat down next to me. “Are you okay?”

I shrugged. I didn't know. I thought I'd put it all behind me and I wouldn't have to think about it again. I'd accepted that the closest I was going to get to justice was the money Julien had gotten for me.

“Shit.”

“What's wrong?” Julien put his hand on my shoulder.

“The money, Julien.” I looked over at him. “If the cops start digging, they're going to find out that Brock gave me ten thousand dollars. It's going to look like hush money.” My stomach lurched. “Or like he paid me for sex.”

He took my hand. “I'm not going to let that happen, Piper. Brock gave me the money. I gave it to you. I'll tell them you didn't know where it came from. You thought it was just from me.”

I shook my head, barely hearing him. Now that I was getting over my initial shock, I tried to process what had happened. How had they found out about what happened in Vegas? Not many people knew about it.