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couldn’t afford to fuck with you. Everyone there was running from someone.
The guy at the check-in desk was an old, stodgy-looking dude with thick-rimmed metal glasses. The lobby was small and hot despite the cool night, and it reminded me more of a gas station than a hotel lobby. The clerk sat behind thick, bulletproof glass.
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Room for two,” I said. “No check-out date.”
The man casually thumbed through a ledger book in front of him, a look of disinterest on his face. Then he looked up, and his gaze switched from me, to Holly, and back.
“You ain’t just want an hour?” he said. “Discount rate.”
“Hey,” said Holly, “What the hell does that mean?”
I shook my head in disgust. This asshole was a real creepy old fucker. “She ain’t a whore,” I said, leaning forward and looking down my nose at the man, “She’s my woman.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Holly shift uncomfortably, but she said nothing. The man looked at her again, shrugged, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and booked us a room.
We exited the lobby and began walking back toward the bike. The sun was starting to come up, and the distant sound of desert birds echoed across the dawn. Holly remained silent until we’d grabbed our stuff from the bike. We were walking across the motel’s parking lot to our room when she spoke.
“You think I’m your ‘woman?’” she said. “I barely know you and all you’ve done is fuck up my life. I wish I’d never gone to that junkyard.”
I halted my walk, stopping short in the middle of the parking lot. Goddammit. I was sticking my neck out for this chick ‘cause I thought maybe I felt something for her. And I thought she did too. Had I been thinking with my cock this whole time just like Dash said?
“I saved your ass back there,” I said, angrily. “I’m your bodyguard right now. So yeah, that makes you my woman.”
“Umm, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that,” said Holly.
“So you don’t wanna be my woman?” I asked hotly. It just came out, and I was shocked I’d said it. I wasn’t the kind of guy to say stupid shit around women.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she said, shaking her head.
“Whatever,” I replied. I turned and started back toward the motel room. Her words stayed in the back of my mind, pissing me off.
When we got inside, the interior of our motel room was dark and dingy. The decor looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 70s. And to be honest… there was something about it that I really enjoyed.
Just my style.
“Hmm,” I muttered under my breath. “Only one bed.”
Holly frowned. “Maybe you should go back out there and ask for a roll-away.”
“Maybe you should go ask,” I shot back at her, annoyed. “I’m sure ol’ dirty bastard back there would love to help.”
“Whatever,” said Holly crossly. She hung her backpack on the back of a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands.
I went into the bathroom. It was a fuckin’ pigsty, just like every other time I’d been by this joint. I turned the sink on hot enough to burn, and scrubbed my hands and face ’til they were nearly raw. Had to get all that fuckin’ Reaper juice off me.
“God,” Holly said as I walked out of the bathroom, rubbing my face with a towel, “I’m so fucking tired. I was gonna get my first night’s sleep all week, and then everything went to hell.”
“I ain’t exactly been sleeping tight either, darlin’,” I said. “Club wars tend to do that to me.”
She ignored me and kept rubbing her temples. Then she said, “I’m gonna take a shower.”
She grabbed her backpack again and disappeared into the bathroom. “This place is filthy,” she said, coming back out of the bathroom.
I shrugged. “The Four Seasons was all outta rooms in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
Holly shut the door hard. Jesus Christ. She was a real piece of work.
I walked to
The guy at the check-in desk was an old, stodgy-looking dude with thick-rimmed metal glasses. The lobby was small and hot despite the cool night, and it reminded me more of a gas station than a hotel lobby. The clerk sat behind thick, bulletproof glass.
“Yeah,” he grunted.
“Room for two,” I said. “No check-out date.”
The man casually thumbed through a ledger book in front of him, a look of disinterest on his face. Then he looked up, and his gaze switched from me, to Holly, and back.
“You ain’t just want an hour?” he said. “Discount rate.”
“Hey,” said Holly, “What the hell does that mean?”
I shook my head in disgust. This asshole was a real creepy old fucker. “She ain’t a whore,” I said, leaning forward and looking down my nose at the man, “She’s my woman.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Holly shift uncomfortably, but she said nothing. The man looked at her again, shrugged, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and booked us a room.
We exited the lobby and began walking back toward the bike. The sun was starting to come up, and the distant sound of desert birds echoed across the dawn. Holly remained silent until we’d grabbed our stuff from the bike. We were walking across the motel’s parking lot to our room when she spoke.
“You think I’m your ‘woman?’” she said. “I barely know you and all you’ve done is fuck up my life. I wish I’d never gone to that junkyard.”
I halted my walk, stopping short in the middle of the parking lot. Goddammit. I was sticking my neck out for this chick ‘cause I thought maybe I felt something for her. And I thought she did too. Had I been thinking with my cock this whole time just like Dash said?
“I saved your ass back there,” I said, angrily. “I’m your bodyguard right now. So yeah, that makes you my woman.”
“Umm, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that,” said Holly.
“So you don’t wanna be my woman?” I asked hotly. It just came out, and I was shocked I’d said it. I wasn’t the kind of guy to say stupid shit around women.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she said, shaking her head.
“Whatever,” I replied. I turned and started back toward the motel room. Her words stayed in the back of my mind, pissing me off.
When we got inside, the interior of our motel room was dark and dingy. The decor looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 70s. And to be honest… there was something about it that I really enjoyed.
Just my style.
“Hmm,” I muttered under my breath. “Only one bed.”
Holly frowned. “Maybe you should go back out there and ask for a roll-away.”
“Maybe you should go ask,” I shot back at her, annoyed. “I’m sure ol’ dirty bastard back there would love to help.”
“Whatever,” said Holly crossly. She hung her backpack on the back of a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, holding her head in her hands.
I went into the bathroom. It was a fuckin’ pigsty, just like every other time I’d been by this joint. I turned the sink on hot enough to burn, and scrubbed my hands and face ’til they were nearly raw. Had to get all that fuckin’ Reaper juice off me.
“God,” Holly said as I walked out of the bathroom, rubbing my face with a towel, “I’m so fucking tired. I was gonna get my first night’s sleep all week, and then everything went to hell.”
“I ain’t exactly been sleeping tight either, darlin’,” I said. “Club wars tend to do that to me.”
She ignored me and kept rubbing her temples. Then she said, “I’m gonna take a shower.”
She grabbed her backpack again and disappeared into the bathroom. “This place is filthy,” she said, coming back out of the bathroom.
I shrugged. “The Four Seasons was all outta rooms in the middle of fucking nowhere.”
Holly shut the door hard. Jesus Christ. She was a real piece of work.
I walked to
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