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Blue opens the door, and I can’t choke back my next words.
“There won’t be a next time. I’m not a fucking junkie like you claimed.”
A barely there smile tilts her lips, more sad than anything. “You’ll be back, Champ. I have no doubt about that.”
Her first step out the door has me moving toward her.
I stop myself just out of reach.
“What makes you so fucking sure? There are a dozen more just like you.”
With a simple nod of her head—the insult understood—she glances back at me again.
“Because you haven’t paid me yet. Seems as good an excuse as any to return.”
With that, she leaves the room and shuts the door behind her.
I don’t bother following, don’t bother chasing her down to deny what she said.
It’ll won’t do either of us any good.
Fuck what she said.
I won’t be back.
It doesn’t matter what she thinks I owe her.
Amélie
“Do you work tonight?”
Brinley glances up at me from behind one of the many books she has stacked and scattered across the library table. Nibbling on the end of a pen, her blue eyes meet mine with exhaustion behind them. Dark smudges stain the skin beneath them, a sure sign that something has been nagging at her.
It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have dragged her to Myth so many times. The chaotic environment is difficult for her, and that fight really threw her off balance.
I hate how she works so hard to escape the panic she still feels about Myth.
The guilt seeps through me like ice water in my veins. But the fight was a one-time deal. She needs to learn to let go a little and stop worrying so much.
Thankfully, I’m good with a smile and an upbeat voice. Faking it has always been my forte.
“Yeah, but I was thinking instead of you scampering away like you normally do after dropping me off, you could stay this time and have a drink with me when I’m on break.”
She shakes her head, but I won’t give up.
With as much drama as I can muster, I lean forward and lay my head on the table, making sure to keep my stare locked to hers.
“Please, Brin? You can save me from Mr. Dark and Gloomy. He only lets me out of my cage to have a drink with you.”
It’s not a lie unfortunately. Except for that one night that Damon managed to make Granger disappear. I’m still trying wrap my head around how the hell he pulled that trick off.
Another week has passed since then and he hasn’t returned to pay me. I’m a little shocked, given his temperament … and a little proud of him.
When Damon walked through the door, I thought I had him pegged just like every other man I hustle.
He’s the arrogant type, a man who owns his space and fills a room with the energy he carries. You can’t miss him … or ignore him. Even when you want to.
He’s the perfect mark for a girl like me. And don’t judge me for it either. Not only does my side hustle pay my bills, but the men I choose deserve it.
