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A waitress appears. It’s Marilyn tonight. Tight blond curls in her hair and pink lipstick. I like to joke with her about how Marilyn Monroe never really died, she just ended up working here undercover. Marilyn pretends to hate it when I say that, but I know she’s flattered. She’s sixty-five, so it’s not exactly flirtation, but I think I’ll leave off it tonight, with Addison around.
‘Good to see you, Finn,’ says Marilyn, flashing me a wide, false-tooth smile. ‘And who’s your lady friend?’
Um… she’s my wife.
‘This is Addy,’ I say. ‘She’s been staying with me up at the cabin for a while. Change of scenery.’
‘Sounds romantic,’ says Marilyn, giving me a wink.
Addison opens her mouth, probably about to put Marilyn straight, but instead, Marilyn speaks.
‘What can I get you kids?’
‘Cheeseburger, fries and a regular chocolate shake,’ I say, without even having to consult the menu. ‘Addison?’
Bet she goes for a damn salad. Bet she’s wishing she’s in New York, eating sushi or Pad Thai or whatever fancy-ass thing she normally goes for.
‘I’ll have what he’s having,’ she says. ‘Only… can I get bacon in the cheeseburger, with extra spicy sauce? And can you make fries curly — like really curly — and my shake large?’ She looks at me, pouting, her eyes sparkling, as if to signal victory.
‘You got it, doll.’ Marilyn walks off with our order, and I can’t help grinning.
‘Damn, girl,’ I say. ‘You’re hungry.’
She bites her lip gently, her thick blond lashes fluttering at me as she says: ‘Worked up quite an appetite earlier.’
Fuck. It’s obvious what she’s talking about.
I’ve barely allowed my mind to even go there since it happened, and obviously, I’ve decided that it can never happen again, but…
Just thinking about it is making my dick rock hard again.
‘You won’t talk about it,’ she says, leaning forward. ‘But it happened. You can’t just pretend like it didn’t… Daddy.’
A new song comes on the jukebox, distracting me for a moment. It’s a country song. ‘Bring on the Rain’, by Jo Dee Messina and Tim McGraw. Heard it many times before. It’s about that feeling when you’re at the end of your rope, damn near ready to give up on everything, and all it takes is one more gray cloud to push you over the edge… This song reminds you that even rainstorms move on eventually, and we need water to survive. So bring it on, ‘cuz it’ll be gone before you know it. I guess if you had to summarize exactly what the message is, it’s about taking one day at a time.
I lean forward a little too now, blue eyes resting on green.
‘Itdidhappen, darlin’,’ I tell her. ‘It really, fucking happened. And it was really, fucking good.’
Addison smiles. It’s a hot, mischievous little smile that threatens to make my balls bluer than the Pacific Fucking Ocean.
‘Cursing’s naughty, Daddy,’ she whispers. ‘But I’ll let you off. And if you want to know howIfeel about what happened, I don’t regret it one bit.’
Well, she’s not making this easy for me, is she?
‘I don’t thinkyouregret it, either,’ she tells me. ‘In fact, Iknowhow much you liked it. Don’t forget… I couldfeelit.’ Her gaze moves downward toward my stiff, hungry manhood. Luckily, it’s tucked away safely under the table, otherwise I’d almost be tempted just to throw her across the room and ram her into that damn jukebox until she plays a tune I’m justdyingto hear.
‘What are you thinking about?’ she asks. ‘When you do that? When that dark shadow suddenly moves across your eyes?’
Well, I’m hardly going to tell her that I’m thinking about fucking her senseless up against a piece of retro musical equipment, now, am I?
‘I’m just thinking that you’re right…’ I say. ‘About the fact that I liked it.’
Just then, Marilyn appears with our milkshakes. ‘Large one for the lady,’ she says, with a chuckle. She leaves again.
Addison holds her straw between her thumb and forefinger, and dips it in and out of her thick shake a few times.
Suggestive much, sweetheart?
