The waitress gasps, but I can’t quite tell if it’s outrage or she’s warming up to the idea of an impromptugangbang at her workplace. The younger woman and her boyfriend definitely seem up for it from the way they exchange heated glances.
Rust looks at me. “And then there’s you, Red. Because you were such a good fucktoy, you deserve a reward. A choice.”
I play anxiously with the storage room key. “What choice, sir?”
“You can stay here with the others, but I think I wanna keep you to myself. How about you come with me?”
I nod and time stands still. It feels like saying yes in that tacky chapel in Vegas. It feels like saying yes to us today and tomorrow.
A smile splits my face. “Take me with you, outlaw.”
“You heard the lady!” Rust says to the hostages. “Now nobody call in a kidnappin’ cause she’s comin’ of her own free will. Ain’t that right, Red?”
I dip my chin. “Hell yeah.”
He closes the door to the storage room and takes the key from me to shut in the hostages, leaving it in the lock. Blowing out a breath, he pulls the balaclava from his face, stuffing it in his pocket. His hair is messy and a sheen of sweat glistens on his skin. He’s never looked sexier.
Smirking, he kisses me. “Am I bad enough for you yet, Trouble?”
“Couldn’t you tell from how hard I came?” I tease.
“But admit it: I got you at the start. You had no idea it was me!”
“For a little while, you got me.”
Rust snickers as he grabs the bags from the counter. He fishes out my phone and my wallet, giving them to me before picking a random customer’s phone to dial 911.
“Oh mah gawd! I want to report an armedrobbery in progress at Peggy’s Diner, uh-huh!” he says in a weirdly high, nasal voice.
I slap a hand across my lips to hold back a laugh.
“Come quick, puh-lease! There are hostages!” Rust adds before he hangs up. He leaves the phone by the bags on the counter.
“That was a wonderful chipmunk impersonation. You should consider a career as a voice actor for kids’ movies.”
He shudders. “I’m flattered, but for a second I was worried I damaged my vocal cords and my voice would never go back to normal.” He grabs my hand. “Be honest. Would you still bang me if I sounded like a chipmunk whose balls haven’t dropped?”
“Hilarious. Is this really the time for jokes with the cops on the way?”
Rust pouts exaggeratedly. “The faster you answer, the sooner we’re outta here.”
“Can’t you just ask something normal unhinged… like if I’d still love you if you were a worm?”
“Well, would you?” He makes puppy-dog eyes at me.
I giggle. “Yeah, I’d love you! I’d even make you a cute little terrarium with soil to dig in.”
“But you wouldn’t fuck me if I had the vocal range of a chipmunk?”
“Nope. Sorry. No chance. My pussy would be dry as the desert outside that window.”
“I am wounded. But I get it.” He winks. “Okay, let’s go. I seriously don’t wanna be here when the cops show up.”
“Wait!” I dig through my bag for the emergency pad I keep at the bottom. Or rather, I’m looking for what I hid inside. I take out a bundle of money and toss it on the counter.
“For the damages?” Rust asks.
“It’s a thousand. Should cover the ceiling and thecleanup. I always pack emergency cash when I travel in case I get in a bind. This seems like a good use for it.” I take his hand again. “Now I’m ready for our grand escape.”
