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Silver
“...Most expensive restaurant in town and he insisted on picking out the food for me, ordered two bottles of wine, ultra-luxurious cake for dessert and get this...the check comes and he’s forgotten his wallet, forcing me to pay a minor freaking fortune.”
The hysterical voice on the other side snivels and I shake my head. “I hear you Dena, men just don’t know how to treat a lady these days but you hang in there and I’m sure Prince Charming will come around when you least expect it.”
“Then that sucker needs to hurry up...,” Dena whines and I snigger but there’s no time to respond before I have to switch to music. Leaning back in my chair, I allow the sappy ballad to finish before purring into the mic,
“Alright everyone, that’s it for me. Thank you for listening toSweet & Sassy with Silverand remember to stay safe this weekend. They say a wicked storm’s on its way...” Making an ominous sound, I switch off the mic and turn off the equipment before letting out a deep breath.
That went pretty well. My boss will be thrilled, especially since he had some doubts about hiring me considering I’d never worked in radio before, but I think I’m pretty much killing it. Throwing a glance out the window, I frown at the small clouds moving down by the horizon, so far they’re pretty tame and the weather seems fine to me. No need to fret about a storm.
Snatching my denim jacket, I wrap it around my shoulders before making sure everything’s neat and tidy and then I leave the old warehouse that now serves as a radio station. I’m busy locking up when I feel something crawl down my back and I throw a look over my shoulder, staring at the road behind me.
Hmm...I just had the strangest feeling, almost as if someone walked over my grave.
I narrow my eyes, looking deep into the surrounding woods but then I figure it must’ve just been a rabbit or a fox and shrug it off. Growing up on a farm squeezed the drama queen out of me, and I’m not going to let her show up now.
Two weeks ago I moved to this small town, as I was desperate for a change. My foster mom begged me to stay and keep helping out on the farm but I just couldn’t. I had a feeling an adventure waited for me out in the big, wide world and deep down I think I’m even looking for a little bit of danger. Nothing extreme, just a little taste to spice things up; the kind you feel when you’re on a carousel and your stomach dips because you’re just that excited.
Leaving the dirt road for the highway, I listen to the sound of cars honking and swishing by. Everyone’s on their way home and the daylight’s slowly dimming. I got some spare time left though and wouldn’t mind a drink at the local bar. That’s where I end my day every Friday even though I know it’s sneaky of me since I’m underage but they don’t ask for ID around here and I look older than nineteen. Guess that’s the benefit of being well developed, though my foster mom always told me I’d get into trouble if I kept flaunting my assets but I’m not flaunting anything.
This is just how I’m built.
Biting my lip, I throw a glance over my shoulder, wondering why the car behind me won’t pass. The car’s almost prowling down the road like a predator, and I can’t see the driver. I shake my head to myself. Whoever it is, I’m definitely not in the mood to get kidnapped and I turn left. The neon greenMerman’ssignblinks at me in welcome and I can hear just how loud the music’s playing even from the outside.
Seems like the place is full this early evening and I walk inside, smoke making my eyes tear up because they’re just not that picky about health around here. A waitress flashes me a smile, her shorts so short they makemyface heat and I walk over to the bar. Men stare at me as I do and I grit my teeth, prepared to pop out the claws if anyone dares nipping me in the butt.
Don’t know what it is, but there’s something about being a bigger girl that makes men think they have a right to your curves. It’s as if they see you as this tall glass of milkshake, that has milk spilling over the edges and they might as well help themselves. Well, they can’t and I jerk my chin to appear more confident before sitting down on a barstool.
The bartender winks at me, letting me know he’ll be right up but he’s busy looking after other customers right now. I nod back and I’m not in a rush. Resting my chin in my hand, I feel all the stress from the day slowly drains from me and I hum in a low tone to the music. Wow...it really is crowded tonight and inwardly I groan at whoever it was that just pushed up against my back.
“Ask her,” I hear an eager voice say.
“No, you ask her. She looks like she thinks she’s too good for everyone else.”
They’re referring to me and I’m not in the mood for loud-mouthed fanboys tonight so I straighten in my seat, tuning the guys out and turn my attention to the music again when I feel a draft along the back of my neck. Someone must’ve just walked into the bar but I’m ready to order and don’t turn around to see who it is.
“Whiskey on the rocks,” I say, “and don’t you dare add lime to it the way you did last time.” I shudder, still remembering the taste.
The bartender grins and rolls his eyes. “Coming right up.”
“Aren’t you a little too young to be drinking?” a male voice says next to me and I turn my head in surprise, doing a quick scan and I can’t see his eyes, just his stern profile. There’s some serious roughness to the man, his features nocturnal and more than rugged.Brutal. I feel a flutter in my lower belly and cross my legs.
“How young is too young?”
He smiles a bitter smile. “Whatever age you’re at.”
Crossing my arms, I fire back, “I grow older by the minute.”
That smile of his hardens. “Not nearly fast enough.”
My pulse speeds up and I lick my lips, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
The man chuckles before groaning and he slides a hand down his face. “Nothing. I was way out of line.”
Then that means he was...hitting on me. The skin on my face warms and I eagerly take sips of my whiskey when it arrives. I didn’t even notice the man when he first sat down but now I’m not aware of anything else in the bar but him. My hand trembles around the tumbler and it feels as if I’ve just dragged a deep breath, dived beneath the surface and now all my senses have gone numb.
