Outlaw:I’m desperate for a taste, babe.
Me:Yeah, well, this candy shop is closed.
I thought I could do the whole no-strings-attached, just-sex thing, but I’m not cut out for it. Not when it comes to this man. My heart is extremely attached. And it’s more than obvious he only wants sex from me. He shows up after being MIA for a week, and it’s the first thing out of his mouth. Well, he’s going to have to turn to the sweetbutts, because this girl is no longer open for business.
17
Cage
Cowgirl:Yeah, well, this candy shop is closed.
What the hell does she mean by that?
After a week of the shit I’ve been through, my nerves are on a razor’s edge here. I need to see her. I’ve been going crazy not being able to talk to her or check in on her and make sure she was doing okay. But with all the shit going down, there was no fucking time. And now, she’s icing me out.
Me:Where are you, Payton?
Cowgirl:None of your business.
Like hell it’s not my business. Everything concerning this girl is my business. If she’s not going to tell me, I’m going to have to find out myself. I head straight to Bones’s room, pounding hard on the door before walking right in. Shit. I should’ve waited for him to answer. Looks like he was in the middle of something.
“What the fuck, man? Don’t you knock?”
“I did.”
“Yeah, well, don’t you fucking wait until people answer?”
He’s quickly trying to close out the shit on his computer screen, but I already know exactly what he was watching. And it’s more than obvious the guy has crossed into stalker territory. It’s an issue that needs to be addressed, but now is not the time. I’ve got a girl on the run and need to find out what the hell is going on with her. She’s acting like she never wants to see me again. Giving me a real cold shoulder.
“Need you to locate my girl. It’s important.”
He’s shaking his head, trying to get himself tucked back into his pants.
“You got her phone number?”
I read it off to him and he types away on his computer, his fingers flying over the keys a mile a minute.
“She’s at that bar we were at. The country one out on the…”
“Thanks, brother. You see her move from that location, you text me.”
I’m rushing out the door before he can respond. I need to get to her before she lets some other guy take her home.
18
Payton
“Wait, he did? And what did you say?”
“I told him this candy shop is closed.”
Chassie holds up her hand for a high five, nodding in approval. “That’s right. He’s not just gonna show up every time he wants sex. You’re not a booty call.”
No, I’m not. I take another sip of my drink, feeling the buzz starting to settle in. If it weren’t for the alcohol, I’d probably be curled up in my bed in tears. But I’ve got a case of the pissed-off jitters right now and need to go dance them off.
“Come on.” I grab her hand. “Let’s go dance.”
We hit the dance floor, getting right in line with the rest of the crowd. Kicking and stomping. Shuffling and swiveling our hips. I do a spin and slide, then when Chass starts doing the backward strut, I strut towards her. Blowing her a kiss and giggling when she wiggles her brow at me.
