Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I could understand that. I’d never seen a woman outside of working at Hooter’s actually wearing a t-shirt, but hell, if she wanted one, she’d get one. I’d make sure of it.
We stopped at the hostess stand, Baylee’s eyes wide as she took in the attire of those that worked there. “Wow, those are really short.” She observed.
“Yep.” I nodded as my eyes followed one woman’s stroll through the room towards the hostess stand.
Then I cursed as I recognized her. Motherfucker. Why couldn’t that girl stay the fuck away from me?
“Sebastian!” Shannon squealed and wrapped herself around me.
I held a death grip on Baylee’s hand, even after she started to yank at it. She glared at me, and I gave her a pleading look.
“Shannon.” I said while pushing her bodily away.
“What are you doing here? Did you come to see me?” She asked, practically bouncing up and down on her feet.
I gritted my teeth, and pulled Baylee close to my body so my arm was wrapped around her waist. “I didn’t know you worked here. I’m here on a date with my woman.”
Baylee relaxed when she noted the tone I’d used with Shannon, and the fact that I’d called her ‘my woman.’
Shannon’s face deflated. Hopefully she finally realized that I wasn’t interested in her.
“Can we have a seat towards the back, please?” I asked Shannon, gesturing towards the back of the restaurant where there would be less traffic and less potential to be near Shannon.
“Sure.” she said, picking up two menus and walking in front of us towards the table I’d indicated.
Luckily, she left as soon as she set the menus down, leaving us in blissful silence. For a whole two point five seconds.
“Wasn’t that the girl I saw all over you at that party a few weeks ago?”
I swallowed the bubble of laughter that threatened to spill out of my throat and nodded. “Yep, she’s Kettle’s sister. She doesn’t know when to back the fuck off, either.”
“You didn’t look like you were trying all that hard to accomplish that amazing feat.” She accused.
I sighed. “She’s like a little puppy dog. One of the ones that just begs for any sort of attention. It’s hard to tell her no, because she just does that big eye thing and cries. Then Kettle gets pissed that his baby sister is crying. Although, I’m not sure he realizes that she’s working here. He’s going to flip.”
She nodded in understanding. “I used to have a friend like that. It was incredibly hard to tell her no when she gave me that look.”
We both fell silent as the waitress, all of eighteen, at most, came up to our table. She was dressed in the patented orange pants, white, skintight tank that was tucked into the so-called pants, and white shoes. “Hi, my name’s Mallory. Can I interest you both in a beer?” She asked as she flipped her bleached blond shoulder length hair around.
I turned my gaze from the waitress to Baylee and raised his eyes in question.
“I’ll have a Coca Cola, please.” She said.
The waitress turned to me next. “Same.”
Mallory smiled so wide I could see her gums. “How about an appetizer?”
“We haven’t even gotten a chance to look at the menu. Come back in a little bit.” I said, barely withholding my irritation.
“Okay!” She said cheerfully, taking off with a bounce in her step.
Baylee contained her laughter for all of five seconds. “How old do you think she is?”
“Nineteen, maybe.” I said, opening the menu.
“Nah, she’s at least thirty.” She said confidently.
I looked up from my menu, looking at her skeptically. “You’re wrong. She’s still a teenager.”
“No, really. She’s got to be older than that.” She emphasized.
Menu forgotten, I sat back and eyed her. “Why?”
“She has a butt flap. Women with butt flaps aren’t teenagers. I bet she’s even had a kid or two.” She nodded, laughing at my incredulous expression.
“What, exactly, is a butt flap?” I asked finally.
“It’s when there’s like a small fold of skin in between the ass and the thighs. Younger people don’t have that.”
Skeptically, I turned to eye the waitress who was now filling up our drinks. Sure enough, her ass did have a tiny bit of ‘flap’ to it.
“I cannot believe it.” I said, turning back to Baylee.
She laughed at me.
After we’d polished off our drinks, food, and dessert, I finally got the nerve up to ask her something that’d been on my mind for the last week.
“I have to make a run up to Oklahoma for a personal errand this weekend. Are you working?” I asked her.
Baylee’s eyes looked worried, as she hesitantly answered, “No.”
“Want to come with me?” I asked.
“As long as you get me home Monday morning by eight. That’s when my shift starts.” She agreed readily.
Chapter 10
Keep the fights clean and the sex dirty.
-Keys to a healthy relationship
Baylee
“What are you doing, exactly?” Winter asked as I jumped in to the passenger’s seat of the rig.
I turned my face towards Winter’s, and shrugged. “I don’t know. He just asked me if I wanted to go, and I said yes.”
The sound of an incoming call postponed Winter’s next question.
“Medic three, we have a possible heart attack at Brookshire’s grocery store.” The dispatcher called over the radio.
Picking up the handheld radio, I confirmed. “Medic three responding.”
Flipping on the lights and sirens, Winter navigated throughout the busy lunchtime traffic, bypassing slower moving cars as she went.
“What the hell, people. It’s an ambulance, not a tank. Just move over slowly, we’re not going to run you over.” Winter grumbled as a person that was in the turn lane to their right whipped over to the shoulder, nearly clipping the ambulance’s left fender.
I snorted. “Yeah right. It’s like we freak out or something when we see the sirens and lights. Their brain doesn’t work anymore. At least that one tried to get over. What about the ones that just stay in the lane and expect you to miraculously hop over them?”
Another person we drove up on started weaving and darting from one side to the other, panicking as Winter pulled up behind them. “Fuck.” Winter growled, as she slowed down while I turned off the lights and sirens.