“What brings you into the bar tonight?” I ask.
She waves around her brightly-painted, too-long fingernails. They’re blood red like she already dug into another guy’s cock this evening. I shiver.
“I’m celebrating!”
“Celebrating what?”
“My divorce,” she licks her lips. “Seven years with that deadbeat was long enough. He was too serious. Always putting the kids first. I need some fun! And you look perfect for that.”
I pause. “Where are your kids?”
“Oh, don’t worry. They’re with my ex-husband. I have the whole house to myself tonight,” Blondie licks my neck the way I’ve seen cats lick their butts. And if I weren’t already flaccid around this gal, that would seal the deal. Gross.
Dick is not getting it up tonight for this woman. Or any woman, for that matter.
I extricate myself from her arms and slide out of the booth. “Actually, I have a lot of work to do, and I have to go.”
She pouts, staring at my crotch and licking her lips like my dick is what’s for dinner.
Holy Lorena Bobbitt, Batman.
What thefuck-a-doodle-dois wrong with this woman?
“Don’t you want my number?” Blondie, I can’t remember what her name was, won’t stop staring at Dick.
I see a Tattooed MoFo enter The Squad Room and wave him over. Ryker Navarro is the latest addition at Saber Security. His dark skin a nod to his Native American ancestry. His tattoos a nod to his time in the service and riding his Harley.
“Let me introduce you to Ryker,” I point between the two of them. Ryker gives me theStink Eye to End All Stink Eyes, but I don’t care. I need to get out of here, and he needs to take a bullet for me. Or, at least, a Blondie. “Gotta’ go. You two crazy kids have fun!”
I dart away from the booth and out the door before either of them could stop me.
What the hell is wrong with me?I ponder as I get into my Tesla.
She wasn’t Carolina.Dick twitches.
I glare at him as I put on my seatbelt. “No, she wasn’t. Blondie was ready and willing for a quick roll in the hay.”
We don’t want hay. We want Carolina.Dick responds.
Fucking Dick. He doesn’t understand that while we may want Carolina, she doesn’t want us. She made that quite clear at Celia and Flint’s wedding. Not only did she look at me like I was Jabba the Hutt, but she also ran away from me, yelling something about a boyfriend.
I don’t mind chasing after a woman. But I draw the line at someone’sgirlfriend.
I shake my head and pilot the car home.
It might take a Presidential Decree to get Carolina to change her mind.
Chapter 5
“Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work out.”
-Carolina
I think I’ve changed my mind.
When we step out of the restaurant, Wendell - because I’ll be damned if I’m calling that rude guy Dr. Baumann now - opens up his umbrella and proceeds to walk toward his car. Away from me. I had to hustle to catch up and get underneath the umbrella so I didn’t get wet.
“What’s it like guarding the President?” Wendell asks.
