Bombshell

“Glad you like it,” he said, but kept himself in the doorway. He wanted to move on from the master bedroom and show her the rest of the house – then find a place to hide until he got her to Atlantic City.

She came back into the bedroom, leaving the French doors to the balcony open. She took off her jacket and laid in on his bed. Clearly, she considered it her bed as well. She bent over the bed, and tested the mattress springs with the flat of her hands. As she did, he caught the shape of her perfect round ass. He wanted to walk behind her and feel the weight of her in his hands. When she plopped herself on the bed, and rolled on her back, he almost lost his resolve to keep his distance. She propped herself up on her elbows and shook her hair.

She stared at him, a small smile on her face.

Oh, God. Is she coming on to me?

Merrick’s cock stirred in his pants and he turned away, pretending to be interested in something on top of the credenza, by the door. She’s only pretending to like you because she thinks she’s supposed to. Don’t let it get to your head. You’re bigger than this.

“Merrick,” she cooed, “You want to take a nap with me? Joann said, I needed to get as much rest as possible.”

His cock stirred inside him, clearly game. Merrick refused to allow a body part to rule his life.

“Merrick?”

She expected an answer. What should I say? He turned just enough to see her, but not enough for her to see his cock’s opinion on the current question at hand, then sucked in a breath at the sight of her. She’d gone from being half on the bed, feet still on the floor, and elbows propping her head up – to being all the way on the bed. She lay on her side, revealing her long curvaceous body to him. Even in the oversized sweat pants – he could see the luscious curves of her hour glass figure.

With one hand, she patted the mattress in front of her, beckoning him to join her. His pulse raced as blood rushed to his cock. Her mocha eyes were almost black against the heavy lids. She was squinting at him, daring him to walk away. With all the resolve inside him, he fought back an overpowering urge to strip her naked and lick every inch of her. He cleared his throat.

“You go ahead,” he said, his voice scratchy. “I’ve got work to do.”

“Why don’t you lie down and get some rest?” he said, instead of answering her.

With his lower half still out of sight of the girl, he left the room, closed the door behind him and fled downstairs, locking himself in his office.

After his body got back to normal, he stared gloomily at the clock. It was only ten in the morning. Joann and Charlie were off taking care of things, per his instructions and he didn’t expect them back until late afternoon. How in the name of hell was he going to keep his hands off her until then? He opened his computer, pulled the land line close, and looked for work related activities to keep his mind off the perfect women lying in his bed.

Chapter Ten

Holly drove Jimmy to the last place she’d seen her best friend. They parked in half empty parking lot and walked up the steps.

“Whoa!” Jimmy said as they walked inside. They took in the scene of the wrecked bar. “It looks a lot worse in day light.”

Holly noticed several townspeople in the room, armed with dustpans and broomsticks, starting the cleanup. Holly stomach turned at the sight. Seeing the damage reinforced that the whole thing really happen. Shit had in deed gone down last night and Jana had been in the thick of it.

“There’s the light,” Jimmy said. Holly followed him as they stepped over debris. “Damn it, the lens is cracked.” Jimmy bent down and flipped a switch and it powered to life. He sighed with relief, and turned it off. “Thank God it still works. You gonna help me pay for the lens? It was your idea to bring the spot.”

“I’ll try to, of course,” Holly said. But, she didn’t care about that right then. She wanted to find clues about Jana.

“What are you doing here?” came a harsh female voice. Holly and Jimmy both turned to see a sour faced women coming towards them, her hands covered in yellow dishwashing gloves, and apron tied around her bony waist.

Jimmy wasn’t easily intimidated. He raised his shoulders and chin up and Holly decided to let him speak. “I’ve come to get my spot light and check on something my friend left in the dressing room.”

“Who are you?” the woman asked, still sounding hostile.

“I’m Jimmy and this is Holly. We’re actually looking for a friend. She was here last night, one of the performers. She was the one singing when the fight started.”

“She never came home last night – she lives with me,” Holly added. “We’re super worried about her. We just came here to find any clues – because this was the last place anyone saw her.”

“There’s no clues here,” the women snapped. “You should leave.”

Holly bristled at the woman’s unpleasantness, but Jimmy just ignored her and started walking towards the stage.

“Where are you going?” the woman demanded. “I thought I told you to get out.”

“Whoa nelly. What’s going on?” said a man’s voice. Holly was relieved to see Sam, the owner of the bar. She knew him from his visits to the diner, where he become much beloved because he also had free drink and food tickets to pass out whenever he came into the diner. He was the nicest guy, everyone always said.

“They’re poking their noses where they don’t belong,” said the woman.