Revenge in a woman this talented is indeed a beautiful thing.
He could see she was getting nervous. “Just listen to me a bit more, Audray, and then I’m going to make you a proposition this one time and this one time only. You don’t even have to tell me your decision tonight. You can take a day or two.”
The waiter stopped by. Josh ordered two more Absinthes.
“Do I have the option to say no? I mean, really no?”
“Absolutely. But I won’t ask you again.”
“But it will cost me either way, right?”
“You’re safe with me. I’ll not let any harm come to you. If you say no, nothing changes, really.” He hesitated to add, “Scout’s honor.” He held up his palm.
“Oh, that’s just wrong. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Josh smiled and shook his head.
“You have a wonderful future with your surgeon. Well, I have another kind of surgery in mind, one of a more permanent nature. What if I were to offer you the chance to be young and look like you do now for the rest of your life? No surgeries, no boring workouts. Young forever. Making love forever in that gorgeous body of yours?”
“How could you do that?”
“Let’s not talk about how it is done. Let’s talk about if we can do it. If I could offer you that, would you take it?”
“What would it cost?”
“The cost is minimal, but free in terms of dollars and cents. We’ll discuss it. Would this be something you would want to do? Be young forever? Twenty-five years old and gorgeous forever? Unlimited sex. No sickness. No sagging. No surgeries to make you look like a freak at sixty? No breast cancer, cholesterol problems, hypertension, stroke…no diapers when you’re eighty-five? Any of this attractive to you, hmmmm?”
The waiter delivered their second round of Absinthe. Josh poured water over the sugar cubes again in slow motion. Audray slipped in a second cube before he finished pouring. He gestured to her to drink up. Audray reached for her glass, downing it in one gulp. She didn’t flinch this time.
Josh could see Audray was thinking about all of it, mulling over the pictures he painted. Her eyes fluttered to the sides and slightly upward, occasionally revealing a tiny line or two at the bridge of her nose. He was getting aroused watching her struggle to make sense of it. He breathed long, slow and deep, giving her a little help. He could smell her fear. He felt victory close at hand.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He meant it.
“Knowing you, there’s a catch.”
“Yes. One teeny tiny one.” He held up his thumb and forefinger showing just how small.
“And that would be?”
“You have to kill yourself.”