Chapter 3

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.”