What a weird thing to say. I leaned against her car, standing right next to her, and tried to get an even better look at her. One thing I was sure of was that she had one amazing body. As petite as she was, she had a beautiful arching back, firm perky tits and a nice ass. I looked at her in her mini-skirt and black blouse but in my mind I was already trying to picture her naked.
“Waiting?” I tried to piece all this together.
“Y-yeah,” she stammered again. “My car broke down a few minutes ago but I already got a friend coming here to pick me up. You can leave though; I bet you’re in a hurry.”
I raised an eyebrow in suspicion and asked her flat out, “Why are you in such a rush to shoo me off? Have we met somewhere before?”
Suddenly she turned and looked at me hard and cold, like it was a cardinal sin that I forgot who she was.
Then it hit me.
“No freaking way,” was all I could say as I clapped my hands and shook my head in disbelief. “Wow. I thought nurses were all snarky smart-asses but I had to end up stranded here with the worst of them all.”
That guaranteed a punch and she did hit me, right in the shoulder.
“Ow!”
“You asshole,” she shot back. “Now get out of here. I don’t want weird ideas popping into my friends’ heads.”
I doubted she really had anyone coming to get her. I waited around another ten minutes and not once did she open her little purse to check her phone. She didn’t say another word to me and I could see her fidget a bit, maybe hoping I would leave her alone.
Of course I didn’t. Even if she was a pain in the ass with her smart-ass mouth I didn’t want to just leave a girl like this in the dark.
“No one’s coming,” I finally told her but careful enough to not insult her. I didn’t want her to know I figured she didn’t really call anyone. “Let me take you home.”
She shook her head and shoved her finger at my face, “No way.”
“It’s freezing cold,” I tried to reason with her. “Besides, I got here by accident. I got no clue as to where we are. You can help me get back to the city and I can get you home.”
For a long while she just looked at me and I could see her think about every option she had. It was like I could picture all the thought bubbles above her head, each of them popping like a balloon as she quickly realized I was the only help she had right now.
“C-can you call a towing company first?” she finally gave in and asked. “My phone’s dead; I forgot to bring my charger.”
That was easy to arrange. I called in a towing company and let her talk to the guy on the other end. They said they’d pick it up in an hour but we could already go.
She then walked up to me, the phone still in her hand, and asked, “C-can I bug you for one more favor? They’re asking for a down payment via credit card and I left my wallet at home.”
Seriously? Even I didn?
??t really buy that excuse but I agreed anyway and handed her my card. She was the one who talked to the towing company. I guessed they accepted my card because she gave it back to me with a glimmer of a smile on her face.
When we were ready to go she finally hopped into my car and we got on our way.
“You know who I am,” I told her as we began on our way, “but I still don’t know your name.”
“It’s Lyla,” she finally caved in and told me. She never looked my way, however, and always just stared out the window. “Lyla Bishop.”
As we drove, she explained to me the general vicinity and helped me figure out where we were, how to get to her place and how I could drive back to the city from there. We did try to initiate some small talk but every topic ended after just a sentence or two. Talking to her was like talking to a brick wall.
Finally, after a good twenty minutes, we reached an intersection and took a different road leading into a more residential part of town. I literally gave out a sigh of relief when I saw some houses. We were back in civilization.
“Stop right here,” she suddenly told me right as we got a few blocks into the next neighborhood. “I live just right here, thank you.”
I stopped the car and took a look around. The house she was dropping off at didn’t look like a place such an uptight woman would stay in. Actually, it looked kind of abandoned. My suspicions grew even more with each passing moment but I decided to keep quiet and let her go.
“Thanks,” she told me right before she shut the door.
Wow. She’s stone-cold.