Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Monday June 25th 2001
Skeeter turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub wrapping the large plush towel around him. He opened the bathroom door of Jan's Upper East Side mansion. Walking through the hallway towards the kitchen he could smell bacon cooking.
"Mornin' Mistar Skeeter," Jan's Italian housekeeper Ilona said smiling broadly at the handsome southerner. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee dressed only in the bath towel.
"Mornin' Ilona," Skeeter said noticing her eyes on his bare chest.
"You have dinner here tonight, yes?" she asked in her heavy foreign accent.
"No, not tonight Ilona. Got other places to go and things to do," he said thinking about the wealthy socialite Elizabeth that had handed him her card last night.
"I see. Ms. Jan say you stay tonight," Ilona said watching him take a seat on the barstool as the towel opened slightly in the front revealing his muscular legs.
"Yeah, I told her I'd stay but I think I have somewhere else to go tonight," he said winking at Ilona.
"Ms. Jan she never have mans stay with her. She think very highly of you," Ilona said watching his masculine body lean back on the barstool from the corner of her eyes as she beat eggs in a metal bowl.
"Jan's a nice woman."
"Maybe one day I dance at wedding," she said turning to watch his reaction.
"No weddings for me Ilona. I'm not ready to settle down," he said sipping his hot coffee loudly.
"Skeeter why don't you wear the robe I left on the bed for you?" Jan said walking into the kitchen wearing a designer silk robe and slippers to match.
"Cause I don't want to wear some robe that doesn't belong to me," he said putting his cup down a little too hard on the bar.
"I bought it just for you Skeeter," Jan said taking a seat beside him at the bar.
"I don't wear robes. I usually walk around in the buff," he said glancing towards Ilona. She quickly turned away to hide her red face as she continued to beat the eggs in the metal bowl.
"I don't think Ilona would appreciate that," Jan said pouring herself a cup of coffee from the machine on the bar.
"Ilona wouldn't mind," Skeeter said watching Ilona's hips shake harder as she beat the eggs.
"Skeeter I want you to give me Elizabeth's business card," Jan said. She had searched his pants pockets this morning while he was in the shower and didn't see the business card of the wealthy socialite they had met last night at the party at Gracie Mansion.
"What business card?" he asked pretending to have forgotten the incident.
"The one she gave you at her front door before we left her apartment last night," Jan snapped.
"Don't got it on me," Skeeter said holding his arms open as he smiled.
"Well, find it before you leave and give it to me," Jan said.
"You afraid I'll call her or something?"
"No I just think it was out of place for her to give it to you and I need it," Jan lied.
"Don't you think you're enough woman for me Baby," Skeeter said reaching over and kissing her on the neck.
"Stop it Skeeter," Jan said smiling pleased that Ilona had seen this exchange. She had stayed up all night with Skeeter last night hoping he would be too exhausted to want another woman.
"I threw it in the trash can in your bedroom." He had anticipated her request and besides he had been born with an uncanny ability to remember women's phone numbers.
"Of course. I should have known," Jan said feeling more secure about their relationship. "You are staying over tonight aren't you?" she asked.
"Sure Baby," he said winking slightly as Ilona turned to glance at him.
"Ilona, aren't you finished beating those eggs?" Jan asked.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.