I don’t wait for him to follow me. I go back to the table I was seated at before and sit down with Amber.
“Holy shit that was hot as fuck. I went to re-apply my lipstick for like two seconds and you had Reaper fighting over you.”
I lift my shoulder in that I don’t care way, knowing that deep down it was totally hot. So primal. “That wasn’t hot. He’s got issues.”
“Okay,” she muses. “If you say so.”
Reaper walks in and goes to the bar without looking at me. Good. I hope he finds that skanky bitch from earlier and lays it to her. Maybe I can catch a ride out of here when he does. I thought being here and seeing Sara could be fun, but I don’t want to stay with Reaper. Dude has control issues or something.
Amber’s phone rings.
“Hello…yeah. She’s right here. It’s for you.” She extends her phone to me.
“Who is it,” I mouth the words at her.
“It’s Sara. I think.”
I accept the phone. “Hey.”
“Hey, sweet thing.”
I hold the phone out from my ear. My breath catches in my throat. What if it’s my stalker and he is already here waiting for the right moment to grab me? “Um. You’re not Sara.”
“I know. I had MaryAnn ask for you. It’s me. Cocky. Wanted to tell you thanks for the dance. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads over my face. “That wouldn’t be a good idea.”
“I’m not worried about Reaper, darlin’. Unless there is a reason I should be worried about him. You got something going on with him?”
His question shouldn’t catch me off guard and give me pause but it does. I look to the bar and see Reaper off to himself smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. Why does the jerk have to be so damn good looking and tempting? He’s an asshole, but I don’t know how long I am here for. I don’t know how long I will be stuck staying with him. I mean, my plan was to get the hell out of here, but I don’t know what to do.
“I take your silence as a yes.”
“No. It’s not that. I just…” Fuck me. I shouldn’t be encouraging this guy.
“Alright. I gotta go, but I look forward to seeing you around.”
The call ends.
“Shit,” I whisper more to myself.
“My my Cocky and Reaper. You vixen. You look like you could use a drink.” Amber smirks at me.
“Like Reaper will let that happen.”
“Tell you what. You do something for me and I’ll make sure you get a drink.”
“Like what?”
“You see that bitch by the pool table?”
“Yeah, I see her.” She’s talking about that whore who was hanging after Reaper earlier. She looks so desperate for attention. It’s sad. I know her kind. I’ve seen plenty like her rotate in and out the doors of the Roadhouse.
“So last week MaryAnn found her in the kitchen masturbating with a hot dog wiener.” I make a sour face because that is just fucking weird and nasty. “Well, the story is it was from Reaper’s food and she had planned on sticking it back in the package in hopes of him eating it. MaryAnn wanted to kill her, and no one has told Reaper because he is real particular about his food and they are afraid of what’d he do to her for it.”
I let out a breath. This is not what I was expecting to hear. “How bizarre.” I let out a laugh. “But, I’m not following. What’s this have to do with me getting a drink?”
She continues. “I dare you to stick a hotdog wiener up her skirt and tickle her ass with it. But wait till she’s distracted and there are few people around her, so she won’t know it was you.”