Page 7 of Nuts

“And you think you know my sexual preferences or whatever?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.”

“Bullshit.”

I shrugged. “Okay.”

It seemed she was going to stand and walk away, but her curiosity eventually got the best of her.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “What are they?”

“Rather not say.”

“You can’t say something like that and then say, rather not say when someone asks you to explain.”

“Look, I asked you to sit down. You’re the one that prompted all the questions. And, you and your questions led us to this. In short, Rachel, you brought this session of dialogue on yourself.” I took a drink of my beer. “It wasn’t my intention to sit here and talk about sex.”

The statement was damned close to a lie. I did want to talk about sex. Furthermore, she wasn’t the one who started the discussion about sexual preferences, but I wanted her to think she was. The conversation had happened so fast that I was sure she wasn’t going to challenge me on the matter.

She looked around the sparsely occupied patio. Convinced she wasn’t depriving her handful of customers of anything, she looked at me.

Her mouth curled into a guilty grin. “You don’t talk like a biker.”

“I’m about as much a typical of a biker as you are a typical woman.”

“Tell me what you think.” She blinked a few times. “Please.”

“I know you’d rather have a finger in your ass than a hand around your neck.”

Her eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I said. “And, you can lose the innocent act. You’re cute as fuck, but you’re a horrible actress.”

She glanced over her shoulder and then looked at me. “I don’t even know what that means. I’d rather have a finger in--” She shook her head. “You’re wrong.”

“Sexually, you’re adventurous. Or, at least you think you are. The thought of a guy choking you intrigues you, but not enough to let him do it. But, if you’re getting it from behind and he pokes a finger in your ass, you light up like a Christmas tree.”

She crossed her legs. “I have no idea where you come up with this stuff.”

I curled my index finger toward my palm. “Come here, Rachel.”

“How do you…how do you know my… my name?” she stammered.

In a non-threatening gesture, I lifted my hand, hooked my finger between her choker and her neck, and pulled her close to me.

She didn’t resist one bit.

I moved my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to finish this beer and leave,” I whispered, exhaling into her ear as I spoke. “You work the same shift every day?”

“Uh huh.”

“What time do you get off?”

After a few seconds of silence, she squeaked out here response. “Eight.”

“One of these days, I’m going to come in here at closing time, and I’m going to teach you a few things about being sexually adventurous.”

I released her choker.