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Maybe Castor sent him on an errand so he could—
Ugh. I’m pathetic.
The night proves relatively uneventful. Tips are about normal, and I am exhausted. My last table is lingering until closing. They’re a nice enough batch of couples, so I don’t mind too much, but I am peeking in more often so they get the hint.
“You guys need anything else? Last call from the kitchen.”
Hint. Hint.
They all look at one another.
“No, I think we’re good on food. Another round of drinks would be great, though!” a balding blonde man says, and I force a smile.
“Coming right up. Gin and tonic, Malibu breeze, Corona, Corona, Heineken, and an old fashion.” I point down the line, receiving a nod for each. “Be right back.”
As I’m about to turn, my breath hitches so hard I gasp. Lights flash right at me from across the way through the windows. A black Range Rover parked in the same spot as the night I lost my Castor virginity.
My body betrays me in all sorts of ways. The lingering sets of eyes make me turn and head toward the bar to drop in their orders before my mind melts into a blank canvas. Then, I rush to the employee bathroom.
Stray hairs look like snakes, and my face is glistening with sweat. I’m a mess.
Bzzt.
Castor: I have to see you. Don’t run.
My phone stopped buzzing, but my body didn’t get the memo. I’m all electrified jitters trying to wrangle my hair into place.
Castor: Don’t clean up either. I prefer you like this.
That text just unleashed a passionate fire swirling in my midsection. I have no idea why. He wants me… like this? After a long day of work? What kind of sick bastard—
My cheeks are not only glistening now, they’re as red as my skin will allow.
If I give in though… I’ll be putting myself in harm’s way again. Expecting different results after time and time again being screwed into violence. I dip my head over the sink, holding the sides.
Bzzt.
Castor: It’s important. Please come out.
I grit my teeth hard, fighting myself. But before anymore thoughts can sneak in, I’m already out the bathroom door on the way to the exit. “Cover me, Stace.”
Her eyes widen as she notices my conviction. She knows there’s drama, knows I swore off the big bad Bull. Yet here I go again, entertaining a murderer.
A blast of warm air makes me think of summer. One quick inhale brings thoughts of beaches and pools and hot men I never could connect with for more than a few dates. What if there’s one I could take everywhere with me?
Stop it, Gia.
He’s a killer worse than Marco.
I can feel Castor’s eyes on me even though I can’t see him through those black tints.
I can’t believe I’m seeing him like this.
The front door unlocks as I approach, leaving me in an eternal moment of suspense, hoping I don’t feel anything when I open that door.
He’s sitting in the driver’s seat in a perfectly tailored beige suit that compliments his gold – one big arm on the headrest of the passenger’s seat, smile and eyes somewhat hesitant.
His gaze is like a string tugging me closer. The fire ignites against all of my faux hopes, and I’m no longer apprehensive. I get in without a hitch.
