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“Oh no. Not a bartender. The only drink I know how to make is a rum and coke.”
“Really?” he says, backing out of the parking space. “You don’t look like the rum and coke type. I’d peg you for a …”
“Sex on the Beach?” I ask, smiling playfully at him as I crack the window for some air.
He drops his gaze to my chest. “Yeah. Sex on the Beach. You ever had one?”
“The drink? Or the act?”
He chuckles and reaches over, squeezing my knee. “I like you, sweetheart. And I think Jeff will like you too.”
I fight the bile that’s climbing up my throat as he drives down Camelback Road. I tell myself to hold on for just a few more minutes. It’s almost done. My fingers tap the side of the seat, trying desperately to rein in the energy and excitement I feel right before a kill.
Filiberto’s is just ahead. The one with the abandoned office park just behind it. Empty parking lot, no cameras. It’s perfect for—
“Speaking of Jeff, if you want to use me for a reference, I’ll be glad to put in a good word for you.”
“That would be great. Hey, would you mind pulling in at this taco truck ahead? I need to get a soda, maybe do a few bumps. My nerves are shot and I’m not feeling too confident.”
“Yeah, sure, sweetheart. Though I don’t know why you wouldn’t be confident. You’ve got this in the bag.”
I run my hands down the tops of my legs. My heart thuds a few times. I glance at his phone in the console. “Thanks. Just … maybe don’t park in front here?” I say, tossing a finger ahead. “Let’s go over there where it’s nice and quiet. And I can give you a proper thank-you for the lift.”
“Oh shit. Okay. Did not expect that, but hell, you won’t get an argument from me.” His voice sounds throaty as he lets out a laugh, pulling way over to the abandoned office park. The lights above have been shattered and bits of glass and debris pepper the broken concrete. But Peter Snowden doesn’t care because he thinks he’s about to get a blowjob.
We end up in the darkest corner of the lot, with plenty of room between us and the public eye. The traffic behind us moves swiftly by, the reflection of headlights zipping around Peter’s car then disappearing, like even they can’t stand to share space with him.
After jerking the car in park, Peter leans back. His headlights fade out right away after shutting off the engine. I lick my lips, glancing around to be certain we’re alone.
“Sure am glad I happened to be at the library tonight. Someone sexy as you asking for directions? You’re liable to get tossed in the back of a van.”
Oh, the irony in that statement. I have to physically clamp my mouth shut for several long seconds in order to keep my jaw from hitting the floor of his car. “Is that a thing around here? Getting tossed in vans?”
He smirks, reaches over and tickles my shoulder, shrugs. “Yeah. Must be fate because I never go to the library.”
You go to the library on the regular, you piece of shit. It’s where you find new victims.
I turn in the seat to face him and reach into my right pocket, circling my fingers around the Kershaw. “I just thank my lucky stars I ran into you. I got a free ride to my job interview and a solid reference from the owner’s friend.”
“Oh, Jeff isn’t the owner. He’s just one of the managers. Not that that matters.” Peter waves his hand and scoots closer to me.
“Yeah, not that it matters,” I say, slowly running my finger over the dull end of the blade.
As he licks his lips, he lets his hand push open my coat a little further, staring hard at my chest. “Why not show me a little of yourself, baby doll? Not that I’ll have any trouble getting hard as a rock. But it sure would be nice if your thank-you included a quick peek at the girls. Whad’ya say, Trina?”
I see the tent forming in his pants and I fight the urge to punch him in the face. “I’d love to show you whatever you want, Peter. But first, why don’t you kiss me?”
His smile flattens. “How do you know my name? I don’t think I mentioned it.”
I pull the knife out of my pocket, keeping it low and out of sight. “No, I don’t think so. And also, my name isn’t Trina.”
His eyes narrow in confusion, and maybe betrayal.
My heart races and adrenaline rushes through my veins.
“What is it?”
“Would you believe me if I said you know it?”
