Richie had been right. The Motor Inn was the kind of place he suspected some would rent by the hour. The pool out front had been drained and broken chaises littered the cracked cement. Half the lights across the front of the building were burned out and the paint was peeling from nearly every corner.
The room he was sharing with Jon wasn’t much better. The air conditioning was barely working and the hum from the window unit was loud enough to wake the dead. The bathroom fixtures all had rust stains and his bed had a dip in the middle. God he couldn’t wait to get home.
Sitting at the end of the bed he picked up his guitar. He was blessedly alone. Privacy was a precious commodity these days, not that he minded sharing a room, but it was nice to have some alone time once in a while.
The guys had discovered the bowling alley across the way. And where there was bowling there was bound to be a bar. And a bar meant beer. When he had heard the guys talking about it he had begged off and endured a string of taunts from his friends. He didn’t care. He was going to back to that damn diner to see if he couldn’t get Billie Sue all worked up again and convince her to come back here with him. He looked around the room again, it wasn’t much but it was all he could offer. Someday though, someday soon, it would be the Four Seasons all the way. He could feel it.
Setting the guitar back in its case he stepped into the bathroom, grimacing once again at the hideousness of it. A quick finger comb of his hair and he was out the door. It was only a block and a half back to the diner. His long strides ate up the distance and he was at the door in no time.
She was there, wiping down tables and sweeping up. There were no customers at this hour, it was nearly closing time after all. Pausing at the door he looked again, no Joelle that he could see either.
Pulling the door open he stepped inside and waited.
Billie Sue was tucking the broom away in the storage closet when she heard the bell jangle. “Who could that be?” she muttered as she hurried back to the front. “It’s pretty near closing time” she called out. “All I can offer…” she came around the corner and stopped, her mouth fell open in surprise. He came back. “What are you doing here?”
He smiled at her. She still looked as fresh as she had earlier. “I thought I might get some dessert.” He looked around, “that is, if I’m not too late.”
She shook her head, “n-no, you’re not too late.”
They stood looking at each for a long moment before Richie spoke again. “Should I sit anywhere in particular?”
Taking a breath she moved past him, “why don’t ya sit right over here at the counter.”
He settled himself on the red plastic coated swivel seat; smiling when she stood in front of him, pencil poised over her pad. “You really need to write this down?”
Flustered, she smiled and tucked the pencil back behind her ear, the pad disappearing in the pocket of her uniform. “Sorry, habit. What can I get ya?”
“Well, whaddya got?”
“Pie” was her automatic response.
He chuckled dirtily. “What kind of pie?”
Realizing what she had said and how it came across she decided not to be embarrassed and to go with it. She knew what he had come back for; she wasn’t stupid. She had hoped all evening that he wasn’t just messing with her. Anyway, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t had sex before. She just never wanted anyone as bad as she wanted this man. “Apple, banana cream, lemon meringue and” she paused, the tip of her tongue wetting her lower lip, “cherry.”
He licked his lips, “mmmm, cherry pie; my favorite.”
Seeing him lick his lips got her system humming. With trembling hands she got out a plate and cut a generous triangle of pie. She set it in front of him, leaning down as she spoke, “would ya like whipped cream on that?”
He smiled naughtily, “sure, I love cream”
“I just bet you do” she mumbled as she bent to retrieve the can of whipped cream. Spraying a health dollop on top of the pie she spurted a little on the end of her finger. “Enjoy” she told him as she slowly licked her finger clean.
That not-so-innocent gesture had him nearly choking on his first bite of pie. His dick was so hard all he could think about was having those lips wrapped around him. Reaching across the counter he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down so she was leaning cross the counter, his lips mere inches from hers. “You’re some kind of tease, aren’t you?”
She blinked slowly. “Who, me?”
“Yes you.” He shoved his plate away. They both knew why he came back, so what was the point of all this playing around? He grabbed her wrist and pulled her around the end of the counter. “Do we really need to keep playing this game?”
Slipping from his grip she walked to the door, locking it and pulling the shade. “No.” Crooking her finger at him she walked to the end of the counter and through the swinging door.
He followed her into the small changing room. So much for going back to his hotel. If this is where she wanted to be, he could make it work. He watched her step out of her shoes and stow them in her locker. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
Nodding, she turned to face him. Reaching up she pulled the band from her ponytail, letting her hair spill over her shoulders and down her back. Keeping her eyes on his, she slowly started unbuttoning her uniform. “I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon, hoping you’d come back.”
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Leaning back against the dingy gray brick she inhaled deeply. She’d needed to get out of there, just for a minute, to get away from those sexy dark eyes. She nearly choked on the stream of exhaled smoke when the owner of those eyes came through the door. “What are you doing out here?” she sputtered.
He pulled a crumpled pack of Marlboros from his pocket. “Smoking, same as you.” He tapped out a cigarette and fished in his pocket for his lighter. “Fuck” he muttered. Jon had it. He looked sheepishly at Billie Sue. “Got a light darlin’?”
She reached into her pocket, coming up with her pink Bic. “Here.” She held it out, her fingers trembling slightly and she flicked the flame to life. “Ya know ya can smoke inside, right?”
Tilting his head he cupped his hand around hers, his fingers lingering on her skin as he inhaled, his eyes never leaving hers. Letting out a steady stream of smoke he plucked the lighter from her fingers and slipped it back into her pocket. “Thanks.”
Turning his head slightly, he caught a hint of her scent and his body tightened. She smelled faintly of diner food mixed with just a hint of vanilla. “I want to apologize for my friend. He can be an ass sometimes.” He thought about that for a minute. Alec was an ass most of the time but he really didn’t come out here to talk about him.
Nervously, she dropped her cigarette, stubbing out the butt with her heel. He was standing so close, his breath was right there in her ear. Her body blossomed with goose bumps. If she just turned her head she could get a taste of those luscious lips. “He’s not the first, sure as shit he won’t be the last.”
Guys like him were why she had had her uncle, the deputy, teach her some self defense moves. She used that thumb and two finger take down at least three times a week. God if she could just get out of here she wouldn’t have to worry about creeps like him anymore.
Stretching his arm, he rested it high on the door frame, fitting his long, lean body between it and her. “Yeah, well, I just wanted you to know that we’re not all like him. We actually do have manners. Most of the time.”
She nearly snorted. “Someone oughtta remind your friend of that.” She glanced at her watch and then up into his face, a beautiful face that was surrounded by a mass of thick dark hair. She wondered if it was as soft as it looked. “I need to get back.”
He dropped the forgotten smoke to the ground, crushing it with his foot. He wasn’t quite ready to let her go just yet. Looking down at her, he trailed one long finger lightly down the side of her face and across her jaw, fascinated when her eyes dilated and her mouth dropped open ever so slightly. What he wouldn’t give for a taste of those shiny pink lips and that pretty little tongue. “What time do you get off?”
Her fingers pressed tightly into the brick at her sides and her heart raced. She was sure she was going to have a heart attack just from that one light touch. “10:00” she nearly squeaked. “I’m closing tonight.” She needed to move away from him before she really embarrassed herself, but she couldn’t seem to get her feet to work.
He nodded and stepped back, giving her room to get to the door. “I may have to come back for dessert.”
She hesitated, her hand on the door. Would he really come back? Pulling the door open she stepped in ahead of him desperate to change the subject, to get herself under come kind of control. “Are ya staying around here long? Y’all playing a show somewhere around here or something?”
He leaned in, resting his hand on the wall again, his front nearly pressing against her back. “Just passing through on the way to our next gig and, wouldn’t you know it, our bus broke down. It’s over at the garage so I guess we’re stuck here til it’s fixed.”
She swallowed heavily, he was so close she could practically taste him. “Where are y’all staying?”
He turned his head, his breath caressing the shell of her ear, his fingers teasing the ends of her ponytail. “I don’t know darlin’. Is there a hotel around here somewhere?”
“J-just up the road” she stuttered and stopped to take a breath. Damn it Billie Sue she berated herself, cool it. “Just up the road a piece there’s the Motor Inn.” It probably wasn’t what they were used to, but it was all their little town offered.
“Cool” he practically sighed in her ear. “I’ll have to tell Jon.” It was probably some little rat hole of a place but he didn’t care. As long as there was a bed with a pillow it was fine with him. Even better if they actually had to stay the night. He had her so flustered he was sure to get a little action if he came back later. When she didn’t say anything more he touched the hand that was on the door, “are you going to open this? My food’s getting cold.”
“Sorry” she stammered and pulled open the door. She really needed to get herself together before heading back out to her customers. Without another word she detoured to the kitchen to wash her hands and he continued back to his table.
Sliding back into the booth he frowned at his plate. “Who ate my fries?”
When no one owned up he glared at his friends. “Fuckers, all of you.” He picked up his sandwich and took a bite before turning to Jon. “We staying here tonight?”
Jon shrugged, “dunno. Doc’s trying to find out how long its going to take to fix the bus. Why?”
“Bille Sue said there’s a hotel just up the road.”
Jon eyebrows shot up in speculations. “Isn’t that convenient. Does she provide room service too?”
Richie elbowed him in the gut. “Shut up.”
Leaning back against the dingy gray brick she inhaled deeply. She’d needed to get out of there, just for a minute, to get away from those sexy dark eyes. She nearly choked on the stream of exhaled smoke when the owner of those eyes came through the door. “What are you doing out here?” she sputtered.
He pulled a crumpled pack of Marlboros from his pocket. “Smoking, same as you.” He tapped out a cigarette and fished in his pocket for his lighter. “Fuck” he muttered. Jon had it. He looked sheepishly at Billie Sue. “Got a light darlin’?”
She reached into her pocket, coming up with her pink Bic. “Here.” She held it out, her fingers trembling slightly and she flicked the flame to life. “Ya know ya can smoke inside, right?”
Tilting his head he cupped his hand around hers, his fingers lingering on her skin as he inhaled, his eyes never leaving hers. Letting out a steady stream of smoke he plucked the lighter from her fingers and slipped it back into her pocket. “Thanks.”
Turning his head slightly, he caught a hint of her scent and his body tightened. She smelled faintly of diner food mixed with just a hint of vanilla. “I want to apologize for my friend. He can be an ass sometimes.” He thought about that for a minute. Alec was an ass most of the time but he really didn’t come out here to talk about him.
Nervously, she dropped her cigarette, stubbing out the butt with her heel. He was standing so close, his breath was right there in her ear. Her body blossomed with goose bumps. If she just turned her head she could get a taste of those luscious lips. “He’s not the first, sure as shit he won’t be the last.”
Guys like him were why she had had her uncle, the deputy, teach her some self defense moves. She used that thumb and two finger take down at least three times a week. God if she could just get out of here she wouldn’t have to worry about creeps like him anymore.
Stretching his arm, he rested it high on the door frame, fitting his long, lean body between it and her. “Yeah, well, I just wanted you to know that we’re not all like him. We actually do have manners. Most of the time.”
She nearly snorted. “Someone oughtta remind your friend of that.” She glanced at her watch and then up into his face, a beautiful face that was surrounded by a mass of thick dark hair. She wondered if it was as soft as it looked. “I need to get back.”
He dropped the forgotten smoke to the ground, crushing it with his foot. He wasn’t quite ready to let her go just yet. Looking down at her, he trailed one long finger lightly down the side of her face and across her jaw, fascinated when her eyes dilated and her mouth dropped open ever so slightly. What he wouldn’t give for a taste of those shiny pink lips and that pretty little tongue. “What time do you get off?”
Her fingers pressed tightly into the brick at her sides and her heart raced. She was sure she was going to have a heart attack just from that one light touch. “10:00” she nearly squeaked. “I’m closing tonight.” She needed to move away from him before she really embarrassed herself, but she couldn’t seem to get her feet to work.
He nodded and stepped back, giving her room to get to the door. “I may have to come back for dessert.”
She hesitated, her hand on the door. Would he really come back? Pulling the door open she stepped in ahead of him desperate to change the subject, to get herself under come kind of control. “Are ya staying around here long? Y’all playing a show somewhere around here or something?”
He leaned in, resting his hand on the wall again, his front nearly pressing against her back. “Just passing through on the way to our next gig and, wouldn’t you know it, our bus broke down. It’s over at the garage so I guess we’re stuck here til it’s fixed.”
She swallowed heavily, he was so close she could practically taste him. “Where are y’all staying?”
He turned his head, his breath caressing the shell of her ear, his fingers teasing the ends of her ponytail. “I don’t know darlin’. Is there a hotel around here somewhere?”
“J-just up the road” she stuttered and stopped to take a breath. Damn it Billie Sue she berated herself, cool it. “Just up the road a piece there’s the Motor Inn.” It probably wasn’t what they were used to, but it was all their little town offered.
“Cool” he practically sighed in her ear. “I’ll have to tell Jon.” It was probably some little rat hole of a place but he didn’t care. As long as there was a bed with a pillow it was fine with him. Even better if they actually had to stay the night. He had her so flustered he was sure to get a little action if he came back later. When she didn’t say anything more he touched the hand that was on the door, “are you going to open this? My food’s getting cold.”
“Sorry” she stammered and pulled open the door. She really needed to get herself together before heading back out to her customers. Without another word she detoured to the kitchen to wash her hands and he continued back to his table.
Sliding back into the booth he frowned at his plate. “Who ate my fries?”
When no one owned up he glared at his friends. “Fuckers, all of you.” He picked up his sandwich and took a bite before turning to Jon. “We staying here tonight?”
Jon shrugged, “dunno. Doc’s trying to find out how long its going to take to fix the bus. Why?”
“Bille Sue said there’s a hotel just up the road.”
Jon eyebrows shot up in speculations. “Isn’t that convenient. Does she provide room service too?”
Richie elbowed him in the gut. “Shut up.”
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Chapter 1
Pulling her hair high on her head, she wrapped the scrunchie around her thick bleached blonde hair and smoothed down the long tail. With her comb and can of Rave, her bangs stood high and would hopefully last through her shift. She sighed for about the tenth time in five minutes. Her shift started soon and she wasn’t looking forward to it. It wasn’t that she minded working. She didn’t. Her momma always told her that hard work was good for the soul. She just didn’t much care for the work she was doing.
Being a waitress in this little diner in the middle of nowheresville USA was not her life long ambition. Nope, not at all. She might only be 18, but she had dreams damn it. She wanted fame. She was going to be somebody, someday. She rolled her wide brown eyes at herself in the small square mirror. Now she sounded like a damn television show. “You got big dreams, you want fame? Well fame costs and right here’s where you start paying. In sweat.”
God, she just needed to earn enough money for that bus ticket to New York. She could get work like this there she was sure. Then she could go on auditions, really make her mark. She closed her eyes, spread her arms and did a slow spin. She could see it now, her name, Billie Sue Sanders, up in neon lights on Broadway. She was going to be a star, she could feel it.
Her boss pounded on the door, tearing her from her favorite fantasy. Sighing, she slammed her locker shut. First she had to earn the money, then she could dream about the neon lights.
Turning, she smoothed down the bubble gum pink uniform and tied on the white apron. She refused to wear the stupid little hat they had given her. The dress and marshmallow shoes were bad enough. Slipping her hand in the pocket she pulled a stick of gum from her ever present pack and popped it in her mouth. She needed to do something to keep from running out back every fifteen for a smoke.
Reaching in her pocket again she stuck her pencil behind her ear and pinned her name tag over her left breast. Rolling on the pink lip gloss she smacked her lips together and headed out to punch in. It was time to go to work.
The diner wasn’t crowded yet. The lunch crowd had gone and it would be another hour before the dinner rush started. She busied herself with filling the metal napkin dispensers on the tables and making sure the salt and pepper shakers were full and the tops were tight. She was wiping down the red plastic booth seats when the bell over the door jangled.
The five men stopped inside the door, wondering if they had somehow stepped back in time. This Town, if you could even call it that, (there was only one stop light for crying out loud), was the first place they found with a garage that could fix the damn bus. It’s a good thing the diner was here. At least they could eat. Who knew where they were going to sleep that night, but at least they could get a hot meal.
With grins on their faces they watched the cute, pink, polyester-covered butt wiggle its way out of the corner booth. “Can we just sit anywhere?”
Standing, her face flaming, she straightened her skirt and turned to face the five men. “Y’all can sit right here. I’ll just get ya some menus.” She skittered away to the counter. Grabbing up the vinyl menus she turned back and got a full view of just who was in the diner. Holy Hell. What are they doing here?
Taking a deep breath she walked back over to the booth. Keep it together Billie Sue she told herself. “Here” she handed out the menus. She looked around the table. Boy, they sure were pretty. Well four of the five of them anyway. That last one, on the left, kinda gave her the willies. Her eyes wandered back to Jon. His eyes were even prettier in person. Being the lead singer she assumed he would speak for the group. “Can I get y’all something to drink?”
“What d’ya got?” Richie hadn’t even opened his menu to look. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from this little cutie.
She tapped her pad with her pencil, fighting the urge to stare. God was he cute. Those brown eyes were just so dreamy and those full lips, she could almost feel them slide over hers. Clearing her throat she rattled off the drink choices. “Pepsi, diet pepsi, tab, root beer, orange, ginger ale, lemonade, iced tea, water, apple juice, orange juice, milk.” Snapping her gum she took their drink orders. “Y’all wanna hear the specials?”
Five heads nodded.
She rattled off the two sandwiches and the one entrée. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
Richie watched her walk away, grunting when the elbow hit him in the stomach. “What the fuck was that for?”
Jon smirked at him. “You think you’re gonna get a piece of that?”
Richie shrugged, “why not?”
Jon looked over at the girl and back at Richie. “What is she 12, man? You could get arrested for that.”
He sipped his pepsi, “nah, she’s got to be at least 16 to be working. That’s legal.”
Jon looked over again, rubbing his hand over his chin. She was pretty enough, had a cute figure and it had been a while since he had gotten laid. “Share?”
Richie took another drink and licked the drops off his lower lip as he looked at the girl. She didn’t seem the type. He could probably charm his way into getting her naked but no way was he sharing. “Not this time.”
While Billie Sue waited for their orders she wiped down the counter and refilled coffees. She couldn’t help but to keep looking at the men in the corner booth. They must be playing a concert around here but she hadn’t heard of anything. Maybe they were just passing through to the next big City.
Her eyes wandered to Richie. He had always been her favorite. There was just something about him. He licked his lips and her body went on high alert. She scrubbed at the counter, trying to ignore her reaction. That wasn’t right at all.
When Pete rang the bell indicating her orders were up she nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped the rag. Glancing over at the table she hoped they hadn’t seen that. She blew out her breath, fluttering her bangs. They weren’t paying any attention. Thank God.
Hefting the tray she headed to their table. “Hope y’all are hungry.” She laid out their meals and tucked the tray under her arm. “Can I get y’all anything else? Ketchup for the fries, extra napkins?”
David slurped up the last of his soda. “Another root beer please?”
She smiled and winked at him. He was a cutie with all those curls. “You got it.” Snapping her gum, she looked around the table. “Anyone else?”
When no response came she sauntered off to get the soda.
The wolf whistle had her whipping around, nearly giving herself whiplash trying to see just who the hell had whistled at her like that. She rolled her eyes. Figured it would be him. Creep.
Richie waited for her to turn back around before practically lunging across the table trying to smack Alec before Jon pulled him back. “What’s wrong with you?”
Alec only grinned and shrugged. “Just admiring the scenery. Problem with that?”
Richie sat back down and picked at his burger. Normally it wasn’t. But something about this particular girl was giving him an itch. He didn’t want anyone, especially him, bothering her. “Leave her alone.”
“Why should I?” Alec didn’t really want her; he just wanted to see how far he could push Richie.
Richie just flipped him off and took a bite of his burger. Did he always have to be an ass?
Billie Sue strolled back to the table and set the soda down in front of David. She felt a hand slip up to her hip, fingers curling around to her butt. Not missing a beat she grabbed his hand and had Alec nearly on his knees. “Are y’all enjoying your meals?”
They all nodded. “Everything’s great. Thanks.”
She turned her attention to Alec. “You need this hand to play, right?”
He nodded.
“Then I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and finish your meal before I toss you out on your ear.”
Letting him go she took a deep breath. “Now if y’all need anything else, you just ask Joelle over there.” She indicated to the other waitress. “I’m going on my break. Y’all take care now.”
They watched her walk away. “Damn Alec, you okay?” Jon was impressed by the little girl’s tenacity but he also had to worry that Alec might not be able to play.
He shook his hand, “yea. Stupid little bitch.”
Richie couldn’t sit there any longer. He was this close to popping Alec in the mouth. He slid from the booth. “I’ll be back. Do not eat my food.” He followed Billie Sue down past the restrooms and out the back door.
Being a waitress in this little diner in the middle of nowheresville USA was not her life long ambition. Nope, not at all. She might only be 18, but she had dreams damn it. She wanted fame. She was going to be somebody, someday. She rolled her wide brown eyes at herself in the small square mirror. Now she sounded like a damn television show. “You got big dreams, you want fame? Well fame costs and right here’s where you start paying. In sweat.”
God, she just needed to earn enough money for that bus ticket to New York. She could get work like this there she was sure. Then she could go on auditions, really make her mark. She closed her eyes, spread her arms and did a slow spin. She could see it now, her name, Billie Sue Sanders, up in neon lights on Broadway. She was going to be a star, she could feel it.
Her boss pounded on the door, tearing her from her favorite fantasy. Sighing, she slammed her locker shut. First she had to earn the money, then she could dream about the neon lights.
Turning, she smoothed down the bubble gum pink uniform and tied on the white apron. She refused to wear the stupid little hat they had given her. The dress and marshmallow shoes were bad enough. Slipping her hand in the pocket she pulled a stick of gum from her ever present pack and popped it in her mouth. She needed to do something to keep from running out back every fifteen for a smoke.
Reaching in her pocket again she stuck her pencil behind her ear and pinned her name tag over her left breast. Rolling on the pink lip gloss she smacked her lips together and headed out to punch in. It was time to go to work.
The diner wasn’t crowded yet. The lunch crowd had gone and it would be another hour before the dinner rush started. She busied herself with filling the metal napkin dispensers on the tables and making sure the salt and pepper shakers were full and the tops were tight. She was wiping down the red plastic booth seats when the bell over the door jangled.
The five men stopped inside the door, wondering if they had somehow stepped back in time. This Town, if you could even call it that, (there was only one stop light for crying out loud), was the first place they found with a garage that could fix the damn bus. It’s a good thing the diner was here. At least they could eat. Who knew where they were going to sleep that night, but at least they could get a hot meal.
With grins on their faces they watched the cute, pink, polyester-covered butt wiggle its way out of the corner booth. “Can we just sit anywhere?”
Standing, her face flaming, she straightened her skirt and turned to face the five men. “Y’all can sit right here. I’ll just get ya some menus.” She skittered away to the counter. Grabbing up the vinyl menus she turned back and got a full view of just who was in the diner. Holy Hell. What are they doing here?
Taking a deep breath she walked back over to the booth. Keep it together Billie Sue she told herself. “Here” she handed out the menus. She looked around the table. Boy, they sure were pretty. Well four of the five of them anyway. That last one, on the left, kinda gave her the willies. Her eyes wandered back to Jon. His eyes were even prettier in person. Being the lead singer she assumed he would speak for the group. “Can I get y’all something to drink?”
“What d’ya got?” Richie hadn’t even opened his menu to look. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from this little cutie.
She tapped her pad with her pencil, fighting the urge to stare. God was he cute. Those brown eyes were just so dreamy and those full lips, she could almost feel them slide over hers. Clearing her throat she rattled off the drink choices. “Pepsi, diet pepsi, tab, root beer, orange, ginger ale, lemonade, iced tea, water, apple juice, orange juice, milk.” Snapping her gum she took their drink orders. “Y’all wanna hear the specials?”
Five heads nodded.
She rattled off the two sandwiches and the one entrée. “I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
Richie watched her walk away, grunting when the elbow hit him in the stomach. “What the fuck was that for?”
Jon smirked at him. “You think you’re gonna get a piece of that?”
Richie shrugged, “why not?”
Jon looked over at the girl and back at Richie. “What is she 12, man? You could get arrested for that.”
He sipped his pepsi, “nah, she’s got to be at least 16 to be working. That’s legal.”
Jon looked over again, rubbing his hand over his chin. She was pretty enough, had a cute figure and it had been a while since he had gotten laid. “Share?”
Richie took another drink and licked the drops off his lower lip as he looked at the girl. She didn’t seem the type. He could probably charm his way into getting her naked but no way was he sharing. “Not this time.”
While Billie Sue waited for their orders she wiped down the counter and refilled coffees. She couldn’t help but to keep looking at the men in the corner booth. They must be playing a concert around here but she hadn’t heard of anything. Maybe they were just passing through to the next big City.
Her eyes wandered to Richie. He had always been her favorite. There was just something about him. He licked his lips and her body went on high alert. She scrubbed at the counter, trying to ignore her reaction. That wasn’t right at all.
When Pete rang the bell indicating her orders were up she nearly jumped out of her skin and dropped the rag. Glancing over at the table she hoped they hadn’t seen that. She blew out her breath, fluttering her bangs. They weren’t paying any attention. Thank God.
Hefting the tray she headed to their table. “Hope y’all are hungry.” She laid out their meals and tucked the tray under her arm. “Can I get y’all anything else? Ketchup for the fries, extra napkins?”
David slurped up the last of his soda. “Another root beer please?”
She smiled and winked at him. He was a cutie with all those curls. “You got it.” Snapping her gum, she looked around the table. “Anyone else?”
When no response came she sauntered off to get the soda.
The wolf whistle had her whipping around, nearly giving herself whiplash trying to see just who the hell had whistled at her like that. She rolled her eyes. Figured it would be him. Creep.
Richie waited for her to turn back around before practically lunging across the table trying to smack Alec before Jon pulled him back. “What’s wrong with you?”
Alec only grinned and shrugged. “Just admiring the scenery. Problem with that?”
Richie sat back down and picked at his burger. Normally it wasn’t. But something about this particular girl was giving him an itch. He didn’t want anyone, especially him, bothering her. “Leave her alone.”
“Why should I?” Alec didn’t really want her; he just wanted to see how far he could push Richie.
Richie just flipped him off and took a bite of his burger. Did he always have to be an ass?
Billie Sue strolled back to the table and set the soda down in front of David. She felt a hand slip up to her hip, fingers curling around to her butt. Not missing a beat she grabbed his hand and had Alec nearly on his knees. “Are y’all enjoying your meals?”
They all nodded. “Everything’s great. Thanks.”
She turned her attention to Alec. “You need this hand to play, right?”
He nodded.
“Then I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and finish your meal before I toss you out on your ear.”
Letting him go she took a deep breath. “Now if y’all need anything else, you just ask Joelle over there.” She indicated to the other waitress. “I’m going on my break. Y’all take care now.”
They watched her walk away. “Damn Alec, you okay?” Jon was impressed by the little girl’s tenacity but he also had to worry that Alec might not be able to play.
He shook his hand, “yea. Stupid little bitch.”
Richie couldn’t sit there any longer. He was this close to popping Alec in the mouth. He slid from the booth. “I’ll be back. Do not eat my food.” He followed Billie Sue down past the restrooms and out the back door.
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