couldn’t nail her down but something about her made me think it’s complicated was her relationship status.
She ate more salad, drank her tea, basically pretended I wasn’t there, even though a smile played across her lips.
“Both.” She dropped her head in her hands. “And I’m never satisfied with one long, before the other sex candy looks better.”
“You need to find two others like you.” Hell, everyone should find happiness.
Her mouth turned down and expression saddened in this way almost too painful to witness. “I had that once, but it’s gone. And that’s that.” She stared at her plate before glancing up with a wicked look on her features. “So we’re two bitches burned by our past, but at least I don’t let it keep me from gettin’ some.” She pointed her red-painted nail at me. “You need to get with Dare.”
I’d just be honest. “Tell me the lowdown on Dare.” I leaned in, desperate for all she knew.
“He’s wild, they say he got his name honestly, nothing that boy won’t do.” She waggled her brows. “And that he’s a god in bed. But don’t go thinking he’s in it for long, he isn’t made that way. In the ten years he’s been in town, no one has seen him with any girl longer than a few times, and that’s just sex. Personally, I’ve been here three years, and I ain’t seen him with the same girl twice.”
I smiled wide, thinking I’d been wrong. If we just relieved the tension and went our separate ways, that would be good, at least for me. I couldn’t stand the sexual buildup, the dreams, the holding back from taking what I wanted.
“You know most girls don’t smile when I say that.” She tapped her fork on the table. “You can’t change him.”
“I wouldn’t want to.” I grinned. “Most guys, they glom onto me, and I’ve let them. Sooner or later they’re telling me what to do, how to live or worse—my man picker is broken. But if he’s just in it for sex, and I really want some sex with Dare, then my worries about the other stuff are just in my head. Right?”
Rachel wrinkled her nose and said nothing. She went back to her salad, and I worried she didn’t approve of my plan.
“You think you can do physical but, honey, you got the forever vibe. Bet you bring soup to sick friends or bake them something to make them feel better. You go out of your way to make people around you comfortable, happy.”
The way she said it didn’t sound like an insult exactly, but it wasn’t a compliment either. “I might do some of those things, but I don’t want forever.”
“But you take such good care of your losers, they won’t let you go.” Her dry laugh kind of hurt my feelings. “Honey, you remind me of my mama, bless her soul. Me, I’ll never be that kind of girl.” Her words had a hard edge to them.
“But it doesn’t sound like Dare’s the care-for-me type?” I threw it out there, desperately wanting her to agree.
“True enough, you should be safe—just hot sex and adios.” She laughed. “I love hot sex and adios.”
We laughed and talked and before long it was time to head back to work. When I got there, Dare was gone for the day, and Rock told me the trip to Blue’s was off. We ended the day early when the last customer left.
* * *
Friday was rainy, and I hated rain. Two clients canceled, so we had no one scheduled the rest of the night. Four long hours with Mr. Grouchy. Zayn had been distracted and short all day, and no one else showed up. He came up at five said Dare wanted us to close and hurried out the door. I decided something was brewing at the club, why else would Rock cancel his appointments or Zayn be so short? He’d seemed relieved when his two evening appointments canceled, leaving him free.
I swore not to think about the mysterious club business. Instead, I started a big pot of soup. The only good thing about a rainy day was soup. Well two things, I guess, soup and books. Deciding on beef barley, I assembled the
She ate more salad, drank her tea, basically pretended I wasn’t there, even though a smile played across her lips.
“Both.” She dropped her head in her hands. “And I’m never satisfied with one long, before the other sex candy looks better.”
“You need to find two others like you.” Hell, everyone should find happiness.
Her mouth turned down and expression saddened in this way almost too painful to witness. “I had that once, but it’s gone. And that’s that.” She stared at her plate before glancing up with a wicked look on her features. “So we’re two bitches burned by our past, but at least I don’t let it keep me from gettin’ some.” She pointed her red-painted nail at me. “You need to get with Dare.”
I’d just be honest. “Tell me the lowdown on Dare.” I leaned in, desperate for all she knew.
“He’s wild, they say he got his name honestly, nothing that boy won’t do.” She waggled her brows. “And that he’s a god in bed. But don’t go thinking he’s in it for long, he isn’t made that way. In the ten years he’s been in town, no one has seen him with any girl longer than a few times, and that’s just sex. Personally, I’ve been here three years, and I ain’t seen him with the same girl twice.”
I smiled wide, thinking I’d been wrong. If we just relieved the tension and went our separate ways, that would be good, at least for me. I couldn’t stand the sexual buildup, the dreams, the holding back from taking what I wanted.
“You know most girls don’t smile when I say that.” She tapped her fork on the table. “You can’t change him.”
“I wouldn’t want to.” I grinned. “Most guys, they glom onto me, and I’ve let them. Sooner or later they’re telling me what to do, how to live or worse—my man picker is broken. But if he’s just in it for sex, and I really want some sex with Dare, then my worries about the other stuff are just in my head. Right?”
Rachel wrinkled her nose and said nothing. She went back to her salad, and I worried she didn’t approve of my plan.
“You think you can do physical but, honey, you got the forever vibe. Bet you bring soup to sick friends or bake them something to make them feel better. You go out of your way to make people around you comfortable, happy.”
The way she said it didn’t sound like an insult exactly, but it wasn’t a compliment either. “I might do some of those things, but I don’t want forever.”
“But you take such good care of your losers, they won’t let you go.” Her dry laugh kind of hurt my feelings. “Honey, you remind me of my mama, bless her soul. Me, I’ll never be that kind of girl.” Her words had a hard edge to them.
“But it doesn’t sound like Dare’s the care-for-me type?” I threw it out there, desperately wanting her to agree.
“True enough, you should be safe—just hot sex and adios.” She laughed. “I love hot sex and adios.”
We laughed and talked and before long it was time to head back to work. When I got there, Dare was gone for the day, and Rock told me the trip to Blue’s was off. We ended the day early when the last customer left.
* * *
Friday was rainy, and I hated rain. Two clients canceled, so we had no one scheduled the rest of the night. Four long hours with Mr. Grouchy. Zayn had been distracted and short all day, and no one else showed up. He came up at five said Dare wanted us to close and hurried out the door. I decided something was brewing at the club, why else would Rock cancel his appointments or Zayn be so short? He’d seemed relieved when his two evening appointments canceled, leaving him free.
I swore not to think about the mysterious club business. Instead, I started a big pot of soup. The only good thing about a rainy day was soup. Well two things, I guess, soup and books. Deciding on beef barley, I assembled the
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