She jumped off the stool and grabbed her shoulder bag. “Absolutely nothing. Thanks for the shots.” She headed to the door.
It would serve her right if I let her go out alone.“I’ll be right back,” he muttered to Crow. Army and Crow whistled as he rushed out after her. In two long strides he caught up to her.
“You don’t have to babysit me.”
“I know. I just don’t want something happening to a customer on my watch.”
“Oh,” she said.
She sounds disappointed. Maybe I got a chance of scoring after all.They walked to the parking lot, her heels clacking against the pavement. “Which car is yours?”
“The Impala.” She pointed to a black car in the far corner of the lot.
As they approached it, Muerto saw two shadows in his peripheral view. He stopped and turned. “You dudes want something?” He clenched his fists in anticipation.
Cory and his friend cleared their throats. “I lost a key around here,” Cory said as he dropped down to his knees and patted the asphalt.
“I think I found it,” his friend said. “It was in my pocket all along.” He laughed and Cory joined him as Muerto stood alert with narrowing eyes and clenched fists. “We’re good, dude. Later.” Cory and his buddy walked away.
“Thanks,” she whispered to him.
“For what?” Muerto asked.
She nodded toward the two men disappearing into the night. “For that. I owe you.” She slipped her hand in her purse and took out a keychain. The lights went on in her car when she opened the door.
“Yeah, I’d say you owe me. What about dinner tomorrow night?”
“I’m busy. I’ll stop by again and we can figure it out.”
He came up to her and pressed his body against hers, the scent from her perfume enveloping him. “You can pay me back now.”
“In a parking lot? I don’t think so.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, then slipped into the driver seat. “Anyway, you only helped me out of a potentially sticky encounter. You didn’t resurrect me. Maybe dinner, but that’s being generous.”
He shrugged nonchalantly, but a fire was building inside him. He wasn’t used to women telling him no or giving him attitude. “You can come back, but if I see you hustling again, I’ll throw you out on your sweet ass. That’s a promise.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” She simulated a kiss with her full, pouty lips and then closed the car door. All he could think about was her lips around his cock and his hand on her perfectly rounded ass, spanking all the sass out of her.
After the red taillights of her car faded, he stood for a long time looking into the darkness. There was something about the smart-mouthed, tough woman hustler that drew him, and it surprised the hell out of him. He always drew the women in, and he didn’t know what to make of it.
He slowly headed back to the pool hall.
