He sounds all reasonable and shit. Before I reply, Tammy speaks, “Reed, let me get you coffee and breakfast.”
I tap my fingers on the table. “All right but I’m eating here.”
The Suit sighs and closes all his electronics and puts them under the magazine namedRogueand lo and behold he’s on the cover wearing the same tie as today. Purple with tiny yellow specks. I lean in to see better and then, his cologne hits my nose. I sniff. The bastard smells good. I bet girls flock onto this smelly shit like bees on honey.
“What can I get you for breakfast?” Tammy asks.
“Same thing I had last night.”
“Pizza?”
“Pussy.”
Tammy spins on her heel, and I glare at the Suit, whose eyes watch her walking away, then slide to me.
“Your charm is gonna get in your way,” he says. “Buddy,” he adds.
“Don’t you worry about my charm. You worry about how you took an offer for an already-sold property and didn’t hand over my keys.”
“It happens with these sort of transactions. You’re welcome to contact my lawyers.”
I snort.
Tammy returns with my black coffee, and I sip. The taste of vanilla hits my tongue, and I hack, making a face as if a bee stung me. “Kitten, you trying to poison me?”
She’s got her pad out and is ready to take my order. “One pump of vanilla won’t poison you.”
“I drink my coffee black. Same as yesterday. Remember?”
“No, because yesterday you served yourself, and maybe ingesting something sweet will improve your spirits this morning.”
The Suit chuckles.
“Pussy is sweet and will improve my spirits.” I am Lucifer incarnate when people get snarky with me and when I feel my control over my own damn house is slipping. What the hell can I do about my house? The fucker is gonna sell it, and if I make him disappear, that won’t help me with the house.
Tammy slams her palms on the table and leans into my face. “I work here, Reed. I live in this town. You don’t get to come in here and talk like that.”
“If you acknowledged me when I came in, I wouldn’t have to.”
“What do you mean?”
I lean in too, our faces inches apart. “You’re behaving as if I didn’t fuck your tits last night. My tongue was so deep inside your pussy, I almost lost my nose trying to fit in there. You feasted on my cum, swallowed every drop of it, and now you’re acting as if I’m just another dude who walked into the diner. That’s not how it works, Kitten.”
Tammy leans in and kisses me on the lips. “Good morning, Reed.” We lock eyes, and my world is back on its axis again.
I lean back as she leaves.
“Are you done now?” the Suit asks.
“Not with you. I want the house, and I know where you live. You’re welcome to call my contact in Chicago, who can confirm I have the money, if that’s the fucking problem,” I say.
“Who’s your contact in Chicago?”
“Her name is Ivana. Perhaps you know her.”
The Suit goes quiet, then says, “I do know her. She’s the other buyer.”
Fuck. “Are you shitting me?”
