you,” Tom said. “You got great eyes.”
She laughed. “They’re okay, but my boobs are better. They’re all natural, too.”
Okay, I was gonna take it slow, but this is fine, too. This also relieved Tom of having to pretend to not be staring at her chest. “Very nice.”
The bartender brought the drinks, and Tom paid cash—he didn’t want to run up a tab, as he had no intention of staying at the bar that long. The two of them quickly grew tired of shouting, especially since Teresa’s voice was getting scratchier by the second. Tom asked the bartender for a glass of ice water for her, and they moved downstairs to where there were small round tables far enough from the DJs and bands that you could have a civilized conversation. There were some pizza and ice-cream places nearby, and the other Bone
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folks at the tables had the look of people who needed a break from dancing and/or some food for a pick-me-up.
Tom soon learned that Teresa was an administrative assistant for an accountant in Miami. She was thinking of quitting, though, and becoming a model. “I’ve even got some pictures up on a few websites. It’s good money, and the secretary job is just so boring. Plus my boss is a total dork.”
“You’d make a great model.”
She whipped out the smile again. “So would you. You work out?”
“Don’t need to—I work construction.”
The cat eyes widened to the size of saucers, and her mouth formed an O. “ Really ? Oh, wow.”
“Yeah, we’re buildin’ a new house on a place down on South Street that got wrecked by Katrina. Some rich people bought the lot, demolished what was left of the old place, and my company got brought in to put up a new one. Place is gonna look great, too.”
“Can you take me to it?”
Tom blinked. “Uh—”
“I just love construction sites—they really turn me on. It’s like—everything’s just pure potential. I love trying to imagine what it would become.”
She had him at “turn me on.” Gulping down the last of his JD, he said, “C’mon, let’s go.”
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At that, she actually squealed. Tom had never heard anyone squeal in real life before. The site was all the way at the southern end of the island, which was a bit far to walk, so he called for a cab on his cell, then walked with Teresa over to Whitehall—it’d take forever for the cab to get in and out of Duval Street, and Tom had learned early on that just moving one block off the main drag made a huge difference.
Teresa was clinging to him the entire time, and in the cab she was practically sitting in his lap. Tom’s only regret was that the camera was back at the apartment. Hell with it—I can use the camera on the cell. Quality won’t be as good, but this lady’s hotness will shine right on through. Technically, nobody was supposed to be on the site at night, but it wasn’t like there was a guard or anything. And Tom had never had sex on a site before. Hell, it never even occurred to him. That was work, after all, and sex was play. You didn’t mix those two.
Or at least, that was what Tom had thought. Whatever.
Brushing aside the plastic tarp that protected the superstructure from the elements, Tom led Teresa into the foundation, which involved a quick jump down into a recessed part of the ground. Tom could’ve helped her down, but he liked the way her boobs bounced when she jumped.
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Tearing his eyes away from that fantastic sight, Tom turned around and indicated the foundation with his hands. “This is where the basement’s gonna be. We—”
“What’re those?”
Looking back at her, Tom saw that Teresa was pointing at something on the floor. Following her finger, Tom looked and saw what looked like the end of a bone sticking up out of the ground.
“Okay, that’s weird.” Walking toward the bone, he knelt on one knee and brushed away some of the dirt around it.
“Maybe somebody’s buried here!”
Tom had no objection to that.
She laughed. “They’re okay, but my boobs are better. They’re all natural, too.”
Okay, I was gonna take it slow, but this is fine, too. This also relieved Tom of having to pretend to not be staring at her chest. “Very nice.”
The bartender brought the drinks, and Tom paid cash—he didn’t want to run up a tab, as he had no intention of staying at the bar that long. The two of them quickly grew tired of shouting, especially since Teresa’s voice was getting scratchier by the second. Tom asked the bartender for a glass of ice water for her, and they moved downstairs to where there were small round tables far enough from the DJs and bands that you could have a civilized conversation. There were some pizza and ice-cream places nearby, and the other Bone
Key
113
folks at the tables had the look of people who needed a break from dancing and/or some food for a pick-me-up.
Tom soon learned that Teresa was an administrative assistant for an accountant in Miami. She was thinking of quitting, though, and becoming a model. “I’ve even got some pictures up on a few websites. It’s good money, and the secretary job is just so boring. Plus my boss is a total dork.”
“You’d make a great model.”
She whipped out the smile again. “So would you. You work out?”
“Don’t need to—I work construction.”
The cat eyes widened to the size of saucers, and her mouth formed an O. “ Really ? Oh, wow.”
“Yeah, we’re buildin’ a new house on a place down on South Street that got wrecked by Katrina. Some rich people bought the lot, demolished what was left of the old place, and my company got brought in to put up a new one. Place is gonna look great, too.”
“Can you take me to it?”
Tom blinked. “Uh—”
“I just love construction sites—they really turn me on. It’s like—everything’s just pure potential. I love trying to imagine what it would become.”
She had him at “turn me on.” Gulping down the last of his JD, he said, “C’mon, let’s go.”
114 SUPERNATURAL
At that, she actually squealed. Tom had never heard anyone squeal in real life before. The site was all the way at the southern end of the island, which was a bit far to walk, so he called for a cab on his cell, then walked with Teresa over to Whitehall—it’d take forever for the cab to get in and out of Duval Street, and Tom had learned early on that just moving one block off the main drag made a huge difference.
Teresa was clinging to him the entire time, and in the cab she was practically sitting in his lap. Tom’s only regret was that the camera was back at the apartment. Hell with it—I can use the camera on the cell. Quality won’t be as good, but this lady’s hotness will shine right on through. Technically, nobody was supposed to be on the site at night, but it wasn’t like there was a guard or anything. And Tom had never had sex on a site before. Hell, it never even occurred to him. That was work, after all, and sex was play. You didn’t mix those two.
Or at least, that was what Tom had thought. Whatever.
Brushing aside the plastic tarp that protected the superstructure from the elements, Tom led Teresa into the foundation, which involved a quick jump down into a recessed part of the ground. Tom could’ve helped her down, but he liked the way her boobs bounced when she jumped.
Bone
Key
115
Tearing his eyes away from that fantastic sight, Tom turned around and indicated the foundation with his hands. “This is where the basement’s gonna be. We—”
“What’re those?”
Looking back at her, Tom saw that Teresa was pointing at something on the floor. Following her finger, Tom looked and saw what looked like the end of a bone sticking up out of the ground.
“Okay, that’s weird.” Walking toward the bone, he knelt on one knee and brushed away some of the dirt around it.
“Maybe somebody’s buried here!”
Tom had no objection to that.
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