Page 7 of Vignettes of a Master (Interview With a Master 1.5)

March, 28th.

Jonah pleasures Leticia during a dinner meeting at a restaurant.

“Take your panties off,” I said to Leticia. “Now.”

She looked at me in sudden alarm. “Here? In the restaurant?”

“Yes. While my business associates are at the bar, you are to go to the bathroom and remove your panties.”

Leticia hesitated. My expression turned bleak. “Now.”

She stood uncertainly and pushed her chair away from the table. “But Jonah… you won’t… touch me or anything while the business dinner is on… will you?”

I shook my head. “No, I will not,” I said. I saw a glimmer of relief spread across her face. “You will touch yourself, Leticia. Every time I say the word ‘welcome’, you will slide your hand down beneath the hem of your skirt, and tease your pussy with your fingers. Every time,” I warned her.

Moments later Leticia returned to the table. She smiled across at the two Texan executives who were sipping at drinks. I stood until Leticia was seated and drew my chair close to the table and raised my glass.

“Welcome gentlemen,” I said through a broad smile as I saw the blood drain from Leticia’s face. “I want to welcome you both, and in welcoming you, I want to welcome any suggestions you might have. Welcome Hotel chains want to welcome everyone to their facilities…”

Leticia went pale, and then fainted.

A note from Jason:

This scene made me laugh. I don’t remember my mood at the time I wrote this scene – I can only believe that it was one of those mornings where my twisted sense of humor had risen to the surface. This was one of my favorite scenes of the tour.

We Love Kink

March, 28th.

Jonah & Leticia sexting.

My cell phone made a sound.

I hate cell phones. I have one for work. It is a tool, not a toy, so when I heard the unfamiliar chime, it took me a moment to realize that I had received a message. I stabbed at the buttons until a block of words appeared on the screen.

I WANT U 2 TAKE ME. IM URS.

I read the message twice and frowned. I thumped the re-dial function and heard the dial tone loud in my ear. Leticia answered.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

There was a long embarrassed pause. “I… I was sexting you.”

I rubbed my chin. “Why would you do that?” I asked.

“It’s,,, um.. supposed to be sexy…” Leticia offered, suddenly her tone lame.

I sighed. “Leticia, sexy is the sound of someone’s voice. Sexy is the way a man uses words when he whispers in his lover’s ear. Sexy is the seduction of sensual language, blending tones, breaths, soft sighs and evocative images. I don’t turn women on in 140 characters or less. Arousal takes time, and practice… and experience.”

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March, 31st.

Jonah Noble buying flowers for Leticia.

Leticia smiled as she came towards me, and I stood on the sidewalk and watched the way her body moved: the way the swing of her hips was accentuated.

She kissed me on the cheek, and smiled. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she said, and her words were a husky whisper.

“I have been thinking about you too,” I said.

I brought the flower from behind my back and held it out to her. Leticia’s expression became pure delight. She took the flower and held it up to her face, inhaling the scent. “An Iris?”

I nodded. The flower was a single Iris. I had selected it with care.

“An Iris is a beautiful flower,” I explained, “and it has meaning. When a woman receives an Iris it is a symbol of faith and hope. That’s why I’m giving it to you, Leticia,” I explained, gazing into her eyes. “I want you to have faith in our future, and I want you to remember that hope can inspire people to achieve the most amazing things.”

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March, 31st.

Jonah and Jason at a Restaurant~ meet a fan.

The woman came to the restaurant table and stood nervously. She was smiling. She looked at me, and then across the table to Jason Luke.

“I know you!” the woman said to me. She was trembling, her body humming with a barely restrained excitement. “You’re Jonah Noble. You’re the man from ‘Interview with a Master’.”

I smiled into the woman’s eyes and nodded. “Yes, I am,” I said. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

The woman’s smiled broadened. She had a paper napkin in her hand. She thrust it out to me hopefully. “Would you mind…?” she implored me. “Could I have your autograph?”

I smiled again. I had a Mont Blanc pen in my pocket – I carried it with me always. I signed the napkin with a flourish.

As the woman waited, she flicked her attention across the table to where Jason Luke sat, watching the whole scene play out as though he might write about it. The author had a steady gaze – the eyes of a man who was accustomed to watching at far-off horizons. It was unnerving.

The woman turned to the author apologetically. “Sorry to interrupt your lunch. Are you a friend of Jonah’s?”

Jason Luke shook his head. “We are acquaintances,” he said vaguely.

I wouldn’t let the comment pass. I nudged the woman. “He is Jason Luke. He’s the author of the book.”

For long seconds nothing happened. The woman seemed to be processing the information. Then her expression changed in an instant, becoming like thunder. She wielded her handbag like a club and hit Jason Luke across the back of the head. “Bastard!” she hissed with venom. “You left this poor character facing a death sentence at the end of the first book! Fix it for the second one, you hear me? Fix it Jason Luke. Let him live, or I will hunt you down and make your life a misery!”

A note from Jason:

Wow! The response to this scene was perhaps the most overwhelming one from readers I could remember. I liked the opportunity to poke fun at myself.

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March, 31st.

Leticia confides in Tiny in the car on the way back to her apartment.

Leticia stared out through the window as Tiny eased the big car out through the estate gates and onto the winding mountain road. The night was dark: there was no moon. The sky was filled with a million stars. Leticia found one that seemed brighter than all the others. She closed her eyes, and made a silent wish.

Then she opened her eyes.

If wishes are to come true, they often need a little help…

“I love him, Tiny,” Leticia said, as though she were speaking into the dark night sky. “I’m in love with Jonah.”

The big man behind the steering wheel glanced into the rear vision mirror. Leticia was sitting, huddled and forlorn in the corner of the leather seat. She must have sensed his eyes upon her. She flicked a glance, and their eye

s locked.

“Can you stop yourself?” Tiny asked quietly. “Can you find a way to fall out of love with him – before it becomes serious?”

Leticia closed her eyes, and sadly shook her head. “I don’t think so…”

Tiny sighed, and turned his attention back to the road. “Then you’re lost. So you might as well fall hard. You can’t get a little bit pregnant, and you can’t be a little bit in love, if you want a relationship to work. So love him with all your heart, and hope he will love you back.”

Two Girls with a Passion for Books

March, 31st.

Jonah watching Leticia at her photo shoot.

Leticia pouted at me – her lips were bright red, her face and hair made up in the style of a glamor model from the fifties. She was wearing a pink lace negligée, and red high-heels. I could see the firm proud shape of her breasts below the sheer fabric, and the dark shadow of her sex, just above the hem of the garment. Leticia spread her legs wide and bent forward at the waist, so that the soft swell of her breasts showed above the lace neckline.

The photographer snapped the photo, then turned to me and shrugged.

I nodded.

I crossed to Leticia. “The photographer is disappointed,” I said. “And so am I.”

Leticia didn’t look surprised. Her heart wasn’t in this photo session. She felt awkward and self-conscious. She seemed to cringe every time she was asked to pose.

“You forget the purpose of this exercise,” I said softly. “You forget why you are here.”

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