Page 10 of Unhinged Cain

“I know just the one,” the woman said as she walked away, expecting me to follow.

The coconut scent of her generic brand of cheap shampoo made my nose hairs curl as I stepped into stride behind her. If I’d been hunting, she already would have heard her death bell ringing in her ears as she screamed my name. “Lenny and Alice are great. They just got back from Cuba.”

“That’s very exotic. I bet they have great tans,” I said and smiled as she looked over her shoulder at me. A quick flash in her eye said she was unsure about me following so close, but she didn’t step away. I instantly knew she’d grown up in a home where she was told to please those around her. She was the type that would apologize for everything she said or did that possibly could’ve offended you. She was also the type that would let me push every inappropriate boundary because she hoped to hear ‘good girl’ and feel a pat on the head.

She giggled as she stopped at the booth in the far corner. “Yes, they do. I’d love to go to someplace like that. Here you go, best seat in the house.”

I scooted across the wide, worn bench and smiled again, making sure my dimple showed. A flirtatious smile was proper.

“Thanks, this is perfect,” I said. A blush crept across her cheeks, and a little rush of triumph raced through my system. “It’s okay. I don’t need the menu. I already know what I’d like.”

She paused before setting the menu down, but it was long enough for me to catch what she was wearing underneath. She had on a white lace bra hidden behind her work blouse. It would be interesting to know if she’d still smile if I cut her nipples off and turned that pretty bit of lace all red.

“Well, alright then, what can I get ya?”

She didn’t pull out a notepad, and I smirked. She didn’t think she needed one. But if she screwed up my order, I would find her, and there would be no smiling if that meeting needed to happen.

“Your trucker’s special, eggs scrambled, bacon crisp, and a side of your blueberry waffles, lots of whip cream with a coffee, black.”

“A man that knows what he likes. Comin’ right up.”

She turned and walked away, and I watched her pert ass bounce under the simple uniform skirt. If she knew how much that statement resonated with me. Right now, I wanted to carve up her slender back. I had a new design that was begging to be put on a back and ass like hers.

There was a local paper on the table, and I picked it up and began to read about the daily gossip. Knowing which politician was openly lying today, who decided to shoot who, or who was seeking something in the classifieds was great information for me. I loved the classifieds. I’d found more than one unwitting individual through the small squares in the back of a paper. Words like ‘must sell’ and ‘liquidation,’ as well as ‘estate sale,’ always piqued my interest.

“Here you go,” the waitress said as she returned with my food and coffee. “If you need anything else, just let me know.”

“I love lots of syrup. Would you mind if I got a few more of these little bottles,” I asked as the door jingled and I could hear more people arriving, but didn’t give them much thought.

“For sure, comin’ right up.”

I turned my attention back to buttering my waffles when the waitress squealed a little and began laughing as she apologized all over the place. I glanced up and sucked in a sharp breath as the woman I was searching for just collided with the waitress. I only caught a glimpse of her face before she stepped behind the half-wall partition, but it was her. Now, the question became, were those unique eyes real, or were they a lie?

I pulled the collar up on my work shirt and quickly turned away so she didn’t see me but kept watch on her reflection in the window. My heart beat a little harder as the predator in me laughed with glee at finding my prey.

“What the hell? Watch where you’re going. You almost spilled hot coffee all over my girlfriend. You’re a useless excuse for a waitress.”

“Peter, it’s fine,” my girl said to the guy, who was obviously an asshole.

The guy stood with his hands on his hips, accentuating the designer suit he was wearing. This was who she chose to date? This fake husk of a man was nothing more than a whiny, spoiled brat that lived underneath a false bravado. I’d have him screaming like a stuck pig before I even had him on my table. I looked at my hand, wondering why it hurt, and realized that I was holding the knife so hard that the handle was digging into my palm.

“No, it’s not fine. I told you this place was shit and cheap. I don’t know why you insisted on coming here.”

The violet-eyed ray of sunshine stood up straight, and as she did, I could see her eyes over the wall.

“That’s enough, Peter. This is a great spot with amazing food, and you’re being unnecessarily rude.”

I could feel the fire in her words, not the ones she did say, but the ones she left out, and my interest piqued a little more. She had a bright fire inside her, and I couldn’t help wondering how much she’d fight with my hand wrapped around her throat. My cock tingled with the same joyous sensation it did when I found a new project to play with, but there was more to this than what was normal for me. The possibilities and images that were playing out in my mind were like an exotic ballet.

The argument continued, but I didn’t care about what they said. All I could focus on was the sound of her voice. She had a little bird-like inflection she used at the end of each word in a sentence. She took a step back, and I could see her fully. Her dark hair was a rich shade of black ash that fell in waves around her shoulders. She was dressed in a tidy pantsuit, a white blouse that stood out against her lightly tanned skin, and small heels that said she meant business. The long coat she wore had me raising an eyebrow. It screamed detective or Fed.

The arguing subsided, and the couple headed out of sight to the opposite side of the restaurant. I quickly shifted my food to the other side of the booth and slipped around so I was facing their direction. I counted the heads of the other people in here this early. Only six people sat between me and my prey. I could see the top of her head as they slid into a booth and just make out the ghostly reflection of her face in the window.

Appreciating her beauty, she reminded me of an expensive doll that collectors would sit on their shelves. Hopefully, soon, she would sit on mine. Well, part of her, anyway.

The flustered waitress returned with my extra syrup, and I could see the confusion on her face. She’d noticed that I’d changed sides.

“Sun was in my eyes on that side,” I said and took the offering.