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not okay. I don't know what our relationship is exactly, but I don't think I should have to pretend I'm a whore to see you."
The words came out in a colder voice than she intended, but enough was enough, right?
"Sweetheart..."
"Don't sweetheart me. If you want hookers you should get your shit out of my house and not come back."
"I'm trying to keep you safe." His voice was quiet and sounded honest. She could imagine him rub his forehead, but she didn't answer.
"Sharon... I wouldn't ask you to come over here if it were dangerous. It's too far away for anyone to follow you home."
It kind of made sense. In a scary way.
"Why?"
"This is important. As long as no one knows how much I care for you, you're safe. If anyone would want to get to me, for any reason, they won't pick on you."
It was an awful way of reasoning, but she could feel the truth in his words. He wasn't making it up, and he wasn't lying. She still said, "Paranoid, much?"
"I wish. It was a bad idea, I'll see you the day after tomorrow."
"No, I'll be there."
*****
I t was a long drive and she played old pop music to stay awake. A McDonald's lured her in with the bright neon sign, and coffee from the drive-thru made the adventure easier.
McDonald's. I wonder if someone has ever mistaken it for a motorcycle club. Hey, I heard those MC Donald's are coming to town.
She might not have known where Sebring was a few hours earlier, but Siri did, and her phone brought her to a two-story building with a huge red sign.
There was no doubt she reached the right place; the parking lot outside the motel was crammed with motorcycles, and she heard shouting and music from a couple of the rooms. Jumping down from the car, she tugged at her skirt. It was too short. Bad enough she let Mona talk her into buying a thing like this, worse that she chose to wear it.
I need to re-think my life, because this isn't for me. Wanting me to play a hooker. Idiot... I'm an idiot too for going along with it. Is that a pool over there? I bet there'll be dead people in it before morning.
At least her license plate said "The Sunshine State" and not what county she came from. This was a good time to be grateful for little things.
A man staggered along the building with his arms around two women. She was so preoccupied with watching the trio she didn't hear footsteps approach.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
The voice was too close and made her jump. Spinning around, she stared into a pair of cold blue eyes. They belonged to a mountain of a man with shaved, tattooed head.
Her first instinct was to run for her life, but she wouldn't get far, especially not in these shoes. Mona would have been able to do it, but Sharon wasn't used to wearing heels and just standing in her pretty pumps made her feel about to topple over.
Her assessment might be unfair. He might not be dangerous, but the word "Hate" tattooed across his forehead made caution seem prudent.
She wanted to glance around and look for Jimmy, but taking her eyes off the giant could be dangerous.
If she could make it to Jimmy's door she'd probably be okay, but he didn't even know she was there yet. His concern for her safety made much more sense, all of a sudden.
An impossible image of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman popped up in her head.
Not helpful.
What would a hooker say? A real hooker? On TV they always said something like, "Do you want to have fun," but she certainly didn't want to have fun. Not that kind of fun, and not with this guy.
She forced a smile. "Hey cutie-pie."
The words didn't ring true even in her own ears, but he pulled a finger over her cleavage.
"Come with me and have a good time."
Isn't that supposed to be my line? Don't shudder. Don't show him you're afraid.
The voice of reason in her head sounded mousy, and provided less helpful advice than Julia Roberts in knee-high boots.
"I already have something to do tonight. Maybe next time."
Move towards the building. Walk away before he decides to just
The words came out in a colder voice than she intended, but enough was enough, right?
"Sweetheart..."
"Don't sweetheart me. If you want hookers you should get your shit out of my house and not come back."
"I'm trying to keep you safe." His voice was quiet and sounded honest. She could imagine him rub his forehead, but she didn't answer.
"Sharon... I wouldn't ask you to come over here if it were dangerous. It's too far away for anyone to follow you home."
It kind of made sense. In a scary way.
"Why?"
"This is important. As long as no one knows how much I care for you, you're safe. If anyone would want to get to me, for any reason, they won't pick on you."
It was an awful way of reasoning, but she could feel the truth in his words. He wasn't making it up, and he wasn't lying. She still said, "Paranoid, much?"
"I wish. It was a bad idea, I'll see you the day after tomorrow."
"No, I'll be there."
*****
I t was a long drive and she played old pop music to stay awake. A McDonald's lured her in with the bright neon sign, and coffee from the drive-thru made the adventure easier.
McDonald's. I wonder if someone has ever mistaken it for a motorcycle club. Hey, I heard those MC Donald's are coming to town.
She might not have known where Sebring was a few hours earlier, but Siri did, and her phone brought her to a two-story building with a huge red sign.
There was no doubt she reached the right place; the parking lot outside the motel was crammed with motorcycles, and she heard shouting and music from a couple of the rooms. Jumping down from the car, she tugged at her skirt. It was too short. Bad enough she let Mona talk her into buying a thing like this, worse that she chose to wear it.
I need to re-think my life, because this isn't for me. Wanting me to play a hooker. Idiot... I'm an idiot too for going along with it. Is that a pool over there? I bet there'll be dead people in it before morning.
At least her license plate said "The Sunshine State" and not what county she came from. This was a good time to be grateful for little things.
A man staggered along the building with his arms around two women. She was so preoccupied with watching the trio she didn't hear footsteps approach.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
The voice was too close and made her jump. Spinning around, she stared into a pair of cold blue eyes. They belonged to a mountain of a man with shaved, tattooed head.
Her first instinct was to run for her life, but she wouldn't get far, especially not in these shoes. Mona would have been able to do it, but Sharon wasn't used to wearing heels and just standing in her pretty pumps made her feel about to topple over.
Her assessment might be unfair. He might not be dangerous, but the word "Hate" tattooed across his forehead made caution seem prudent.
She wanted to glance around and look for Jimmy, but taking her eyes off the giant could be dangerous.
If she could make it to Jimmy's door she'd probably be okay, but he didn't even know she was there yet. His concern for her safety made much more sense, all of a sudden.
An impossible image of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman popped up in her head.
Not helpful.
What would a hooker say? A real hooker? On TV they always said something like, "Do you want to have fun," but she certainly didn't want to have fun. Not that kind of fun, and not with this guy.
She forced a smile. "Hey cutie-pie."
The words didn't ring true even in her own ears, but he pulled a finger over her cleavage.
"Come with me and have a good time."
Isn't that supposed to be my line? Don't shudder. Don't show him you're afraid.
The voice of reason in her head sounded mousy, and provided less helpful advice than Julia Roberts in knee-high boots.
"I already have something to do tonight. Maybe next time."
Move towards the building. Walk away before he decides to just
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