After passing what felt like the thousandth booth, I looked at my watch and realized that it was almost eleven and Tristan, or Robby, would be done in no time. Somehow, I managed to loop around without getting lost to where he was at, to find that there were only two women left in line. I stopped at the booth to the right of his and took in the massive, tattooed man who stood there with his arms crossed. There were rows and rows of DVDs packed neatly together on the table with sections that said Anal, Man on Man, Threesomes, Teen, Big Asses, Big Tits, and other words that narrowed down races for you.
"Can I help you with anything?" the deep voice asked.
I looked at his dark eyes, taking in the piercing on his eyebrow and shrugged, smiling. I felt like such a pervert for stopping at the one booth that sold pornos. For a split second, I wondered if there were any Robby videos for sale. "Nah, I'm just looking."
He smiled, flashing big, pearly teeth at me. "I have a wide variety that's not up, so feel free to let me know if you do think of anything. I got some transexual and bestiality, too," he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to mention.
What the fuck? Was he just teasing me? I didn't think I looked like someone who would be into transexuals or some animal action but then again, what exactly did those types of people look like? I'd heard of grannies looking at porn, as disturbing as that seemed to me.
"Uh," I grimaced, shaking my head. "I'm not into that but if you are, then that's cool," I responded with a squeaky voice.
The big man laughed boisterously, shaking his dark, gelled hair. "No way, baby. I like women."
I snorted and put up my hands in front of me, palms forward in surrender. "Whatever floats your boat, I'm not going to judge."
It was when he laughed in response to my joke that I saw the DVD propped up to his left. The familiar looking brown-haired man on the cover instantly reminded me of how long it had been since I'd seen him. Had it been months already? I used to think that he was perfect but now, even though there was no denying he was an attractive, older man, my girly parts just didn't respond the way they used to. Either way....
"How much for one video?" I asked the big guy before even realizing that the words were coming out of my mouth.
He flashed me a sly smirk. "Which one?" I pointed at the video I wanted and he narrowed those dark eyes in my direction. "For you, baby, five bucks. You're the first person to make me laugh today."
The five dollar bill was out of my pocket before he even got the chance to finish answering me. He slipped the DVD into a small, dark bag at the same time I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I knew it was Tristan before I even turned my head to look at him. The expression on his face was one of confusion as he looked between the big man and the small bag he was handing me. "You ready?" he asked me in that velvet voice I loved.
I nodded and grasped the bag out of the air. "Bye!" I told the man with a grin.
"Bye, baby!" He answered with another deep laugh as Tristan frowned and put an arm around my shoulders.
"How did it go?" I asked him as soon as we were a few feet away from the booth. It didn't escape me that his arm was wrapped tighter around my shoulder than ever before. He steps were slow and steady to let me keep up with his naturally longer stride.
"Good," he said simply, looking down at my bag. "I just need to wash my hair out, and then we can head over to the museum."
"Okay."
In no time, we had trailed around the booths and were flashing our laminates at security guards to let us go to the back where we had come from. He dropped his arm from around my shoulder and wrapped his hand around mine, entwining those long, slender fingers through my own. The smile he gave me was the same one from before, all sugar, sweet, and happy. Tristan pulled me in the direction of a large family bathroom that was off to the side. There were more people in the back area than there had been before, which wasn't all too surprising since it was later in the morning by that point.
"Hey Robby!" a voice from the other side of the area belted out.
He stopped and his muscles tensed. Green eyes bore into mine like they were trying to convey some sort of message telepathically before he snapped his gaze over to where the female had called out to him. I felt my stomach do a free fall. It reminded me a lot of the time I went sky diving with Zoey and Josh; the longest thirteen seconds of my life were when I did that tandem jump with a much older man strapped to my back, and it seemed like we were rushing through open air for hours while my stomach floated freely. Dread filled the empty space that my stomach left as I looked in the same direction as well.
There was a pretty redhead, obviously a fake ginger by the hint of dark roots that were growing in, sauntering over to where we stood. He let out a shaky breath followed by a groan when I guessed he recognized the female. "Hey," he muttered in a less than enthusiastic tone.
"How you been, handsome?" she asked, approaching him. Her light gaze hadn't moved in my direction at all, but my eyes were glued to the bouncing monstrosity that her bright pink shirt covered.
"Good. You?" Tristan replied, squeezing my hand.
"Fabulous. I haven't seen you," the way she said the last word made me want to vomit because I caught her eyes wandering to his crotch. "In a very long time."
"Yeah," was the only thing that he responded, squeezing my hand tighter.
Was it too much to ask for him to be an asshole and blow her off? Was I being a bitch for wanting him to tell her to fuck off and put on a bra for baby Jesus' sake? If I wanted to look at tits and nipples I'd look at my own. I wanted him to acknowledge the fact that I was standing right next to him, holding his damn hand while another female ogled him. Another female he had problem been with at some point, hopefully a very long time ago. Ugh. I wasn't sure if the burning sensation in my center was heartburn or what, but I was really craving some Tums right then.
"We should totally talk to our managers and see if we can work together again soon," the redheaded slut practically moaned.
Tristan just nodded, but I could see the clench in his jaw. "Umm..."
I'm not sure where it came from but I reached over and pinched him in the ribs with my free hand. Unfortunately, since he practically had no body fat on his torso, it probably wasn't as effective as I'd hoped but he flinched just a little in response. The redhead at that point turned to look at me, and then at our hands exactly like Walter had done an hour before. My stomach churned, and armpits immediately started sweating in response to her cold stare. Why did it feel like everyone was teaming up against us today?
"I didn't see that you were here with someone," the girl said in a flat voice, talking to Tristan but looking at me.
