“Yeah.” I answer, I pull my bag out of the backseat.
“Didn’t take you long to catch Johnson.’
“That’s because he is a moron.” I tell him. “He hid out at his mom’s house. You would think that he would have learned his lesson the last two times I went after him. Most of the time I was gone was spent on the road getting there then getting home. When are you going to get a private jet so I don’t have to put miles on my car?”
“Stop bitching, you made fifteen hundred dollars in two days.” He wasn’t wrong. I had a nice little nest egg going between selling my part of the construction business back to my brothers and chasing after skips, I was sitting on a nice stack of cash.
“So why are you calling?”
“What! I can’t call and see how my cousin is doing?”
“Do I sound stupid to you?”
“Alright, alright. The thing is that I need you to help me out with something.
“What?”
“Look a friend of mine from Vegas called. He has a girl that needs a place to crash for a little while.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
“Can she stay with you until Cassie gets the rest of her shit out of my house?”
“Hell no!” I say as I shove my keys into the door. The second the door is open daisy starts going wild. I scoop her up in one hand as she begins licking my chin or any piece of me she can get to. “You still have that dog?” He laughs.
“Yes.” I growl. All the fuckers in my life think it’s funny that I own a little fur ball for a dog. I rescued daisy from a flophouse. She was so small at the time that she could fit in the palm of my hand. I was going to give her to one of my family members but I couldn’t do it. After a week of having her with me I grew attached to her.
“Look man I just need your help this one time.”
“No, you should have put that bitches shit out months ago.”
“Don’t make it seem like I haven’t wanted to. She swore that she was coming this weekend to get all of her stuff but until then I don’t have room for this chick that’s coming.”
“Who is it that’s coming?” I ask curiously.
“A friend of mine works in Vegas as a bouncer at a strip club. This girl saw some shit go down. He called and asked me to keep an eye out for her until the right people can be contacted.”
“Wow your own personal stripper living with you.”
“She could live with you first.” He says.
“I’m seeing someone. So your gonna have to find something else to do with the chick or toss your ex’s shit outside or burn it behind your house for all I care.”
“You’re seeing someone?” I can hear the disbelief in his voice. I’m not surprised, I don’t date, I hook up and go home.
“I just got home I don’t have time for this right now. Call your ex tell her that she needs to come get her stuff tomorrow or you’re burning it. And honestly if she doesn’t show up I say burn that shit.”
“Look, you and I both know that she is not going to come get her shit she thinks if it’s here that she has a reason to come back.”
“So put it in your car and take it to her house and put it on her lawn.”
“I would have done that but I need a truck and I haven’t had time.”
“She has been out for almost a year, how the hell haven’t you had time?”
“Okay I’ve had time I just haven’t wanted to deal with all the crying that comes along with seeing her.”
“Aw you cry when you see her.” I laugh.
“Tears of joy that she’s out of my life fucker.” I laugh along with him as I set Daisy on the ground and grab a beer out of the fridge popping the top and taking a swig.
“If she doesn’t come by this weekend to get her stuff let me know and I will go with you to take it to her we can borrow Cash’s truck.”
“Sound’s good. So who’s this chick you’re seeing? Is it the red head from the bar the other night?”
“No, and you don’t know her.” Shit I don’t even know her. All I know about her is that she smells like apples and cinnamon. Has the softest brown hair that I have ever seen or felt. Her brown eyes darken to almost black when she’s kissed and her skin is the color of milk and turns pink when she’s nervous or embarrassed.
“Did you hear me?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were up for another job this week?”
“I’m not sure right now.”
“Alright let me know.”
“Yeah, sure later.”
“Later.” I clicked off the phone while tossing it onto the counter. Daisy is sitting at my feet looking up at me. I open up her treat jar, her eyes following my every move. I hold it up and she dances around before I drop it to her.
I wonder from the kitchen into my room pulling off my shirt. Tossing it onto the floor followed by my jeans and boxers. Going into the bathroom I start up the shower letting the glass stall steam up before stepping inside. I let the hot water run over me, my head goes back thinking about Sophie and her big brown eyes looking up at me with nervousness and hunger, something that I have never seen on a woman’s face before but something that will forever be etched into my brain. I knew the minute that I saw her that she was it. How I knew? I don’t know but it was like my soul lit up, cheesy as fuck but also true. I don’t really have time for her right now and she is not someone that looks like she would ever be interested in someone like me but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. She has a look of innocents about her. I guess that could be a front but something tells me that it’s not. I feel my self-getting hard thinking about those fucking heels that she had on, they should be illegal. She looked like any man’s dirty librarian fantasy or maybe a naughty secretary. I palm my self-moving in long steady strokes. I wouldn’t mind seeing her on her knees in front of me, her skirt up around her waist legs spread showing off her pussy, her top open, breasts hang over the top of her bra, her nipples hard and dark pink from being sucked, licked and bitten. I would stand in front of her feeding her my dick. My hands in her hair, dictating her pace, I feel my balls draw up my strokes moving faster. Her hand would cup my balls gently, her other hand moving with her mouth as I fucked her mouth. “Shit” I groan into the empty shower. Long jets of cum hitting the wall in front of me, I haven’t jacked off to the thought of a woman since I was thirteen and Margret Jenkins showed me her tits in the boy’s bathroom on a dare. I catch my breath before I wash up and head to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.
When I walk into the middle school I’m not surprised when the security guard ask who I am, and what I’m doing here. I tell him that I’m looking for a librarian by the name of Sophie. He doesn’t know who she is so he sends me to the principal’s office for someone there to help me out. I’m used to being judged for my appearance. I’m covered in tattoos, have a fohawk, and gadgets. I basically look like a person you should run from. When I get to the office I look around.
“Can I help you?” I look down at an older woman with lite purple hair.
“I’m looking for Sophie.”
“Sophie that works in the library?” She questions with a smile.
“Yes, can you point me in her directions?”
“Oh! She’s not here today.”
“Why are you looking for Sophie?” A male voice asks and I turn my head over my shoulder.
“She’s a friend.” I tell him turning back around.
“Sophie doesn’t have friends.” He says in a way that makes it sound like he has tried to be her friend but she wasn’t interested. I turn to face him looking him over. He’s dressed like he works here most likely a teacher. His khaki pants and button down shirt give him away.
“She has me.” I tell him. His eyes look me over before speaking again.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Is that so?” a raise a brow.
“Honey she will be here tomorrow.” The lady says and I look at her and sm
ile. She smiles back.
“Thanks.” I tell her tapping on the top of her desk before walking past the guy, out the door down the hall and out to my car. I have to wait another day but that’s okay.
The next day when I get to the school I go directly to the office.
“You came back.” The same lady as the day before greets me.” I’m Sue by the way. Then leans forward like she is going to tell me a secret. “Mr. Rasmussen was not happy yesterday.” She wags her finger then smiles like the cat that got the canary before sitting back in her chair and claps once. “So I guess you need directions to the Library.