Not Looking for Love: Episode 6 (A New Adult Contemporary Romance Novel) by Lena Bourne
Authors: Lena Bourne
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Scott was here with me. That his strong arms were wrapped around me and I could lean against him. Then all this noise, this sadness, this homesickness would not be as cutting, and I'd truly know that I will be fine. Know it for a fact. But all I know for a fact right now is that I'll cry when I get home.
"What, Mike?" I bark into the phone, picking up on the first ring.
"Well, someone's grumpy," he sniggers back. "How did you like the present I sent you?"
The blood rushing to my head is so hot beads of sweat break out on my forehead. I have no idea how to play this one. I promised Amber I wouldn't tell anyone that nothing happened, but I'm so angry I could strangle Mike.
"Don't send me any more escorts," I finally say, in a middle of the road attempt.
"You didn’t like her?" he asks. "I spent hours searching for just the right one."
"Whatever. She was fine. But I'll pick my own women from now on, if you don't mind."
"Like you did on Friday night?" he asks. "Better be careful, else they'll think you're gay. And that won't fly."
"Let me worry about that too," I mutter. "Is that all you wanted?"
"No. There's a meeting today at four. Vlado wants you there," Mike says and I know he's not happy about that at all.
"Does he?"
"You wanted in on the planning and this is your shot," he snaps. "Don't mess it up."
"Or else what?" I ask.
"You know very well!"
"Are you ever gonna stop this shit? I'm right where you want me. Can you lay off Gail now?" I'm saying it in the wrong tone, and at the wrong moment too. But I can't help it. Amber's visit last night just busted everything open again and I hardly got any sleep because I wanted to touch Gail so bad.
"Nope, I can't," he says. "But I spoke to Dad. He knows I'm out and that we're cool. So you should go visit him."
"You should go visit him," I bark back. If he was standing in front of me I'd punch him.
"All in good time, Scott," he says. "The meeting's at that warehouse I showed you. Can you find it on your own?"
"No," I say, the memory of that poor man getting tortured making me shiver.
Mike proceeds to give me the address and directions, but I hear none of it.
"Just fucking send it to me," I finally say and hang up.
It's almost two. I have to get dressed, but I can't even decide what to wear. This shit is so messed up and I'm about to wade even deeper into it. All I want to do is run away. Somewhere far, just disappear. But what happens to Gail then? To her dad? How the fuck did I end up here?
I manage to pull it together, mostly because Vlado warned me about running again. I'm in front of the warehouse at ten to four. Greg's there too, standing a few steps away from a group of heavily muscled guys. I recognize a few from the dinner, but I'm not sure they know who I am. They only glare at me as I walk up, none of them saying hello. Mike's not there.
"You made it," Greg says, as I walk over to him.
I nod.
"This shouldn't take very long," he says. "At least I hope it won't. I have plans later."
A tall blonde about my age walks out of the warehouse, her heels clanking against the metal railing. She's got the clearest light blue eyes I've ever seen, and her hair is actually more platinum than yellow. She's built like a model, and could actually give Janine a run for her money, which is saying a lot. So it makes no sense that none of the six guys standing around me so much as glance at her.
She descends the steps, her gaze lingering on Greg all the time. He's looking at the far side of the complex though, like she isn't even there.
"Vlado's ready for you all now," she says in a ringing voice. Which answers my question from before perfectly. I guess we're not supposed to be checking out the boss' girlfriend.
"Nice to see you, Greg," she says, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her purse. "Do you have a light?"
I move to file in with the others. Greg squints at her as he lights her cigarette for her, looking like he would rather be anywhere but
"What, Mike?" I bark into the phone, picking up on the first ring.
"Well, someone's grumpy," he sniggers back. "How did you like the present I sent you?"
The blood rushing to my head is so hot beads of sweat break out on my forehead. I have no idea how to play this one. I promised Amber I wouldn't tell anyone that nothing happened, but I'm so angry I could strangle Mike.
"Don't send me any more escorts," I finally say, in a middle of the road attempt.
"You didn’t like her?" he asks. "I spent hours searching for just the right one."
"Whatever. She was fine. But I'll pick my own women from now on, if you don't mind."
"Like you did on Friday night?" he asks. "Better be careful, else they'll think you're gay. And that won't fly."
"Let me worry about that too," I mutter. "Is that all you wanted?"
"No. There's a meeting today at four. Vlado wants you there," Mike says and I know he's not happy about that at all.
"Does he?"
"You wanted in on the planning and this is your shot," he snaps. "Don't mess it up."
"Or else what?" I ask.
"You know very well!"
"Are you ever gonna stop this shit? I'm right where you want me. Can you lay off Gail now?" I'm saying it in the wrong tone, and at the wrong moment too. But I can't help it. Amber's visit last night just busted everything open again and I hardly got any sleep because I wanted to touch Gail so bad.
"Nope, I can't," he says. "But I spoke to Dad. He knows I'm out and that we're cool. So you should go visit him."
"You should go visit him," I bark back. If he was standing in front of me I'd punch him.
"All in good time, Scott," he says. "The meeting's at that warehouse I showed you. Can you find it on your own?"
"No," I say, the memory of that poor man getting tortured making me shiver.
Mike proceeds to give me the address and directions, but I hear none of it.
"Just fucking send it to me," I finally say and hang up.
It's almost two. I have to get dressed, but I can't even decide what to wear. This shit is so messed up and I'm about to wade even deeper into it. All I want to do is run away. Somewhere far, just disappear. But what happens to Gail then? To her dad? How the fuck did I end up here?
I manage to pull it together, mostly because Vlado warned me about running again. I'm in front of the warehouse at ten to four. Greg's there too, standing a few steps away from a group of heavily muscled guys. I recognize a few from the dinner, but I'm not sure they know who I am. They only glare at me as I walk up, none of them saying hello. Mike's not there.
"You made it," Greg says, as I walk over to him.
I nod.
"This shouldn't take very long," he says. "At least I hope it won't. I have plans later."
A tall blonde about my age walks out of the warehouse, her heels clanking against the metal railing. She's got the clearest light blue eyes I've ever seen, and her hair is actually more platinum than yellow. She's built like a model, and could actually give Janine a run for her money, which is saying a lot. So it makes no sense that none of the six guys standing around me so much as glance at her.
She descends the steps, her gaze lingering on Greg all the time. He's looking at the far side of the complex though, like she isn't even there.
"Vlado's ready for you all now," she says in a ringing voice. Which answers my question from before perfectly. I guess we're not supposed to be checking out the boss' girlfriend.
"Nice to see you, Greg," she says, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her purse. "Do you have a light?"
I move to file in with the others. Greg squints at her as he lights her cigarette for her, looking like he would rather be anywhere but
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