“I can get a manager,” I heard said.
I glanced up to see the waitress there looking a bit miffed.
“Just my check.” I shrugged. “Thanks anyway.”
I didn’t need to speak with the manager.
I knew the ‘manager’ was sitting at the table with the men.
“What’s wrong with the chicken wings?” the big man with the nametag that read ‘Trick’ asked.
“They’re okay… I guess.” I shrugged again. “You just boast that these are ‘super-duper hot’ when in reality they taste like I picked a flavor off of the kid’s menu. My lips are sufficiently tingly, but I can still function. If they were actually ‘hot’ as you put it on your menu, I wouldn’t be able to be sitting here holding an intelligent conversation with you.”
The man, Trick, who happened to also be the owner, laughed.
“Not many chicks can roll up in here and eat those,” he said. “But I’ve heard the same from a few of them.” He jerked his head toward the table. “You have any suggestions on better recipes?”
Actually, I did.
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll email them to you. Just get me your email address.”
He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a card, and then tossed it onto my table.
I only looked at it as I finished off my food.
“Do you mind if I join you for the rest of the meal?” Benji asked.
I looked over at the table he’d been previously occupying to see his date, pissed and glaring daggers at the two of us.
Upon seeing me, I would’ve expected him to leave her to come to me, honestly. Most people had a reaction when they saw me.
I was what you would call a ‘buxom beauty.’
I knew that I had a great body. It wasn’t that I was conceited or anything, I wasn’t. Far from it.
But I’d been told since I’d grown boobs that I was beautiful.
A ‘dark and sensual beauty’ as my tenth-grade science teacher and gym coach had called me.
Not that I’d shared my coach’s viewpoints with anyone. But he was just one of many who’d stated my loveliness.
CHAPTER 4
Every day I wake up and think ‘today I’m going to be nice.’ Let me tell you something, life never works out that way.
-Bruno’s secret thoughts
BRUNO
The day had been… long.
Honestly, there were many features of this day that had contributed to the ‘longness.’
I’d woken up this morning and set out to feed the animals and had found two of them dead from an attack in the night.
After taking care of that, I’d gotten a flat tire on the way to the strip club I helped Lynn manage.
I did the books for eight of his ten businesses, and the only reason I didn’t do it on the other two was that there just wasn’t enough fuckin’ time in the day.