Stephanie.”
“Is that your
girlfriend’s name?” Stacy asks.
“No. And I
don’t have an ex named Stephanie either. I just got mixed up with your name
that’s all; sorry.”
“It’s okay
Fred, we all make mistakes.” Stacy replies laughing.
“Hey you wanna
grab a coffee or something?” Jaime asks Stacy.
Stacy turns to
me. We were about to do some more work and my temptation is to hold her to that
but...I guess I don’t have to be a hard ass all the time.
“Fine you
little fuck bunnies, go get your rocks off.”
“It’s just
coffee!” Jaime protests.
“Hey don’t sell
yourself short.” Stacy says in a seductive voice.
I’ve had
enough. I put an index finger in each ear and say loudly. “La la la la la I’m
not listening…la la la la…” Until they both shut up and are headed out the
front door.
I can’t believe
it. Even my little brother has better success with dating than me. What the
hell is this world coming too?
TEN
Things Heat Up
It’s nearing
midnight when I finally close my eyes. Cade is still out taking care of some
crisis and I have no idea if he is okay or when he’ll return. It also dawned on
me that I don’t even have his phone number. What if I have to call him for some
emergency? Since I am living at his house we should trade numbers to be on the
safe side at least. The moment I start thinking of him I start to feel a little
flush. My heart starts to beat just a little faster and I thoughts of work give
way to thoughts of his naked body on top of my naked body. He’s spent enough
time unclothed in my presence I have just about memorized his ink.
On his left
arm, beginning at the back of his hand there is a dragon. The head begins on
his hand and the tail wraps around his shoulder. It’s an amazing red golden
dragon with its mouth open and a pearl just out of reach. When I asked him
about this he said that a dragon chasing a pearl signifies that the beast isn’t
content; that he hasn’t found what he’s looking for in life. I’m guessing the
dragon signifies Cade. On his back is the exact replica of the Iron Disciples
patch and rockers. On his right pectoral is the 1%’ers diamond patch. There are
a few more random Celtic designs scattered about. He has an amazing tattoo
artist.
Not only are
the designs phenomenal but they interlock perfectly with one another so they’re
not just random, thoughtlessly placed patches of art work. The only tat I don’t
know about is the name Ethan on his left forearm. I asked if that was his dad’s
name and he did say it wasn’t. I was hoping for an explanation but he refused
to elaborate. Obviously he’s got some baggage we don’t know about.
As I’m lying
here I’m wondering why I even have an interest in the guy. Yeah he’s smokin’
hot, but so are a lot of guys! Yeah he can fight and probably shoot and he’s
educated; so are a lot of guys. So why the hell am I so into this guy? The
first thought that comes to mind is totally nuts. If he is like all the other
hot bad boys, the only difference is he’s a killer. So that must be what I like
about him that sets him apart; he’s a fucking killer. That’s what is different.
But I know that can’t be it. Maybe the key is in his body art. Most people
don’t get tattoos just because they look cool. Most get designs or names that
have significance. I’m convinced that the name Ethan is the key to unlocking
Mr. Grubby.
Finally I must
have drifted off because I’m sleeping when I hear the door and the kitchen
light turns on. I roll over onto my back and look towards the kitchen. I see
him. Just a quick look as he goes from the kitchen to the hall and then
disappears on his way to the bathroom I guess on account of the blood! He had a
lot of blood on his white tee shirt and some splattered on his face. I feel
like I should ask him if he’s alright but I get the idea that would be too
intrusive right now. Something serious went down tonight and I’m not
“Is that your
girlfriend’s name?” Stacy asks.
“No. And I
don’t have an ex named Stephanie either. I just got mixed up with your name
that’s all; sorry.”
“It’s okay
Fred, we all make mistakes.” Stacy replies laughing.
“Hey you wanna
grab a coffee or something?” Jaime asks Stacy.
Stacy turns to
me. We were about to do some more work and my temptation is to hold her to that
but...I guess I don’t have to be a hard ass all the time.
“Fine you
little fuck bunnies, go get your rocks off.”
“It’s just
coffee!” Jaime protests.
“Hey don’t sell
yourself short.” Stacy says in a seductive voice.
I’ve had
enough. I put an index finger in each ear and say loudly. “La la la la la I’m
not listening…la la la la…” Until they both shut up and are headed out the
front door.
I can’t believe
it. Even my little brother has better success with dating than me. What the
hell is this world coming too?
TEN
Things Heat Up
It’s nearing
midnight when I finally close my eyes. Cade is still out taking care of some
crisis and I have no idea if he is okay or when he’ll return. It also dawned on
me that I don’t even have his phone number. What if I have to call him for some
emergency? Since I am living at his house we should trade numbers to be on the
safe side at least. The moment I start thinking of him I start to feel a little
flush. My heart starts to beat just a little faster and I thoughts of work give
way to thoughts of his naked body on top of my naked body. He’s spent enough
time unclothed in my presence I have just about memorized his ink.
On his left
arm, beginning at the back of his hand there is a dragon. The head begins on
his hand and the tail wraps around his shoulder. It’s an amazing red golden
dragon with its mouth open and a pearl just out of reach. When I asked him
about this he said that a dragon chasing a pearl signifies that the beast isn’t
content; that he hasn’t found what he’s looking for in life. I’m guessing the
dragon signifies Cade. On his back is the exact replica of the Iron Disciples
patch and rockers. On his right pectoral is the 1%’ers diamond patch. There are
a few more random Celtic designs scattered about. He has an amazing tattoo
artist.
Not only are
the designs phenomenal but they interlock perfectly with one another so they’re
not just random, thoughtlessly placed patches of art work. The only tat I don’t
know about is the name Ethan on his left forearm. I asked if that was his dad’s
name and he did say it wasn’t. I was hoping for an explanation but he refused
to elaborate. Obviously he’s got some baggage we don’t know about.
As I’m lying
here I’m wondering why I even have an interest in the guy. Yeah he’s smokin’
hot, but so are a lot of guys! Yeah he can fight and probably shoot and he’s
educated; so are a lot of guys. So why the hell am I so into this guy? The
first thought that comes to mind is totally nuts. If he is like all the other
hot bad boys, the only difference is he’s a killer. So that must be what I like
about him that sets him apart; he’s a fucking killer. That’s what is different.
But I know that can’t be it. Maybe the key is in his body art. Most people
don’t get tattoos just because they look cool. Most get designs or names that
have significance. I’m convinced that the name Ethan is the key to unlocking
Mr. Grubby.
Finally I must
have drifted off because I’m sleeping when I hear the door and the kitchen
light turns on. I roll over onto my back and look towards the kitchen. I see
him. Just a quick look as he goes from the kitchen to the hall and then
disappears on his way to the bathroom I guess on account of the blood! He had a
lot of blood on his white tee shirt and some splattered on his face. I feel
like I should ask him if he’s alright but I get the idea that would be too
intrusive right now. Something serious went down tonight and I’m not
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