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“I used it this morning, so it shouldn’t take longer than a few minutes.”
I have a white board already sitting outside and I begin to tackle the problem I left on it. Without thinking, I pick up my favorite knife, twisting the sharp edge on the wood, my one finger staying on the handle as I allow myself to unjumble my thoughts by working on the whiteboard. Immediately, my shoulders relax, my brain is able to focus on one thing and I’m able to breathe easier.
It takes me a few minutes to solve, and when I glance up, Sienna is smiling at me. “What are you working on?” she asks.
I allow the knife to fall to the wood and slip it in the corner. “It’s a physics question that I haven’t been able to solve for the last day.”
“You look like you enjoy studying.”
I consider what she says. “I seem to have a hobby of collecting honoree degrees. I’m currently working on a computer science one.”
“How many do you have?”
“This will be my fourth one. One of my teachers growing up told me that I had no self discipline and that’s why I’d never graduate. He just didn’t know that I had completed all the courses already, and just went to school for the fun of it. That was when my father allowed it.”
I always imagined that when I told someone this, I would see pity or shock on their face. Instead, I watch as her face grows understanding, and yet my father’s voice becomes louder.
You’re worthless. You think this girl wants anything more than your help? You’re crazy. I can’t believe I wasted a sperm on you. You can’t even pass class when you attend. At least you can be useful on the streets. I shove my father’s voice away. Sometimes it’s so loud I have to cover my ears.
I clear my throat, trying to concentrate through my inner demon. “What do you do, Sienna?”
She nibbles on her full bottom lip and my eyes linger there for a second. The darkness in me wants to bite her lip and have a taste. “I used to bookkeep for my family, and bartend. I’ve been making drinks since I was ten years old. I used to study how to bottle flip and make drinks, like you do with those numbers.”
I already know she’s twenty-three and her dad used to bring her everywhere until she sprouted tits. Instead of thinking how I would love to bite down on her pouty lips, I should be thinking that she’s far too young for me. Still so innocent in the mileage of years. I’m fifteen years older than her and have seen my share of evil. Her father included.
Come to think of it, he’s the reason I fell in obsession with her. I was planning on killing him, but became side tracked when I saw her. It’s ironic that now they want me to kill her. I’ve never had to deal with a dilemma like this one before.
“A bartender, huh? Now, there’s a talent I don’t have. I bet you never had a slow day in your life once you stepped behind the counter.” I lean into the movie quote fromCocktail, but she’s probably too young to understand it. “I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make. Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake. The sex on the beach.”
“The schnapps made from peach, the velvet hammer, the Alabama slammer,” she adds, right in line with the quote. “I love that movie. I used to want to bartend in some big fancy club, instead of the local watering hole.”
I stand, otherwise I might act on the temptation of touching her. Checking the water, I find it’s warm enough. I don’t know how having her naked a few feet away from me is going to help any.
“Shower is ready. Hop on in while I get you a towel.” Purposely, I “accidentally” knock over the cup of coffee I left from the morning and it runs over her shirt. “Shoot, I’m sorry. I’ll grab you a shirt of mine you can wear.”
I’m going to Hell. I guess nothing has changed. I smirk to myself, taking my time getting her a towel—a small one—and one of my shirts.
I step out to the sound of water spraying down. A light hum whispers past the water sound. I drape the items over the top of the walls caging her in. “Here you are.”
I don’t know why I torture myself this way. All I can imagine is her naked now.
Chapter 9: Max
Itshouldbeillegalfor someone to look as cute and beautiful as Sienna does in her hiking gear, or lack thereof. I glance down at her flip-flops and painted toenails. Her smooth skin glistens in the sun till her jean shorts cup her perfect, round ass. Each time she takes a step, it bounces and my hand wants to stretch out and cup hold of it. Would it be wrong if I fucked her,thendid the murdering?
The one moral code I have is killing women, it just sits wrong with me.
She blushes and her hand brushes down her hair. “Do I have a bug on me?”
I chuckle. “Nope. I was just enjoying your hiking attire.”
She raises a brow, looking me up and down. I have my spiked hiking boots laced up, jeans, and a large hiking backpack with plenty of water, rope, tape, and anything else I might need.
“I forgot, you’re a nerd at heart,” she teases me, pushing at my arm.
I bring out my bug spray and layer her with its mist. “I have you covered. You can thank me later.” I wink.
“I’ve never been hiking before. Should I run back and change? I’m under prepared compared to you.” Her self-consciousness radiates through her. The way she looks at me for guidance has my cock stirring. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything. It’s almost too bad I don’t have time to play with Sienna before I have to end her.
