“Thanks.”
We entered the room and Jefe pointed to the left. “Help yourself.”
The food smelled amazing and I wasn’t the kind of girl to pass up a free meal. I also wasn’t shy about eating in front of people. In the lounge at the hospital, somedays I had to eat on the run and that could be messy.
Music played in the background and a few people were at a table eating and drinking beer. There was a man hunched over the bar watching something on his phone. One of the women from earlier was next to him.
Jefe went over to the table of men, while I made a beeline toward the table of food. I grabbed a plate, a foil wrapped burrito that hadcarne asadawritten in black marker, then some chips and guac.
I took my plate to a table away from the others, sat on a chair putting my back to them and dug right in. Fortunately, I had a full sports bottle of water, so I didn’t need to fetch myself something to drink. I really wanted to fly under the radar, eat, and go home.
My first bite was almost orgasmic. I shut my eyes and nearly moaned out loud. But I didn’t. I forced myself to keep those embarrassing sounds to myself.
The burrito was like a full-on Mexican meal at my favorite restaurant but wrapped in a giant flour tortilla. It had tender carne asada, refried beans, Spanish rice, fresh Pico de Gallo. Except I felt it was missing something…
I took a chip, scooped some guac onto it and smeared it on my burrito and took another large bite.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it.” I hummed, savoring the deliciousness in my mouth.
“You okay over there, Nurse Kelly?” Jefe’s amused voice made me want to crawl under the table. “Tequila will want to know he’s made a chick moan with hisburrito.” He said burrito in a thick Spanish accent which made it sound super dirty.
Oh, God. Kill me now.
The men in the room roared with laughter.
“Maybe she needs him to wash it down with his frothy cock… tail,” another man said. The men laughed louder.
“Yes, ese! Yes,” a man cried, laughing.
“You’re so bad, Dom,” the woman at the bar said. “You too, Skillz.”
Dom and Skillz. Two names I recognized. They were the bikers flirting with me earlier. They were probably trying to get a rise out of me after their president told them to stay away from me. Well, I wouldn’t let them get to me…
“Sure,” I shouted over my shoulder at them. “Go tell Tequila I need him tocomeright now.”
The room fell silent.
Yes, girl. That’s how we do it.I grinned, taking another bite.
“Did she say what I thought she said?”
“Yes, Skillz. Are you deaf?” Dom, I presumed, asked.
“The slut doesn’t even know him.”
I set my burrito down and wiped my hands and mouth. Did she call me a slut?
“Whoa, Letty. Be careful or she might kick your ass,” the guy at the bar said. Oddly, his voice seemed familiar. Like really familiar in a sarcastic dickish way, but I couldn’t worry about it now.
“Are you joking right now, GQ? I know how to fight.”
“Then let’s take it outside, Letty.” I stood from my chair and turned around. “I know how to fight too, and no skanky chick is going to call me a slut. Only my friends can do that.”
“You did it now.” The guy next to Letty,GQ, nudged her. “Go find out what happens when you’re called out for being a bitch.”
I kept my gaze locked on Letty, doing my best to intimidate her so I didn’t have to show her what I was made of.
“It’s not like me to get involved in women’s business, but Kelly, you’re a guest here and I need you well to take care of Cass.” Jefe moved into the middle of me and Letty. I couldn’t see her or the guy at the bar.
