Page 58 of Bourbon Sins
“I wish,” I said sadly. “Sorry.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s alright. I get it I’ll just make up my own fantasies.”
At that moment, the waitress brought out two steaming plates of red beans and rice. My mouth watered from the delectable New Orleans staple placed in front of me. Grabbing my fork, I dug right in.
“Mmm, this is really freaking good,” I said, talking with my mouth full.
Lyla took a huge bite off her plate and instantly spit it out. She reached for her water and started chugging it like a mad woman. I hovered over my plate with my fork halfway to my mouth, watcing her guzzle her water down.
“Fuck me, that’s hot. Where is the warning label, and how the hell are you able to put that in your mouth? Is your tongue made of metal or something? I’m pretty sure I just took off a layer of my skin.” She patted her tongue with her napkin.
Chuckling I said, “It’s called blowing on your food before you put in your mouth, you beast.”
Lyla flipped me off and started drinking my water.
“So . . . speaking of beasts, have you heard from Rex lately?”
Rolling my eyes at her terrible segue, I said, “Only once, but then I blocked his phone number.”
“Ah, that would explain things.”
My head shot up. “What do you mean that explains things?”
“Rex has been to the apartment and Kitten’s Castle a couple of times looking for you.”
“What? Are you kidding me right now?”
“Nope,” Lyla shook her head, as she blew on a forkful from her plate. “He demanded that I tell him where you were the other day, but I just said I didn’t know anything, just that you were safe and making a new life for yourself. He didn’t take too kindly to that response.”
Holy shit. I never thought Rex Titan would be looking for me. I knew that I gave him whatever he wanted in the bedroom, but not to the point that he would freak out now that I was gone.
I thought back to the last time we were together and the note he’d left me. He talked about making changes and wanting to talk to me about the future, and then his text messages spoke of the same promises. Did he really want me . . . to be his girlfriend? The thought of being Rex’s girlfriend sent a shiver down my spine as I recollected our time together. He was always so demanding, so controlling in the bedroom, but when we were lying in each other’s arms, he was gentle and sweet. The thought of being with Rex was something I could get used to, but then again, how long would I keep him interested? I didn’t want to be like his wife who he just divorced after a couple of years, he gets rid of her. I didn’t think I could manage that, plus, I had something good going for me, even though I was irritated with Jett right now. No lap dances, where does he come off?
“Well, thank you for covering for me. I don’t need him finding out where I am. He will only ruin my situation, and I don’t need that, especially when I was finally able to make a change in my life.”
“I get it, girl. Your secret is safe with me. I haven’t told anyone.”
“What about Carlos?” I asked, as I thought about how much I missed him.
“He gets it. He knows something is up, but we never talk about it. We should invite him next time we decide to do lunch.”
“I agree completely.”
We finished up our lunches as we talked about how much of a pervert Marv was, and all the new lingerie I got to wear. I missed Lyla; she was my one true friend. I liked the other Jett Girls, but I didn’t bond with them as much, like I did with Lyla. They weren’t really into talking about their feelings, and then there was always the big elephant in the room we couldn’t talk about: sex with Jett.
“Can we get the check?” I asked the waitress as she passed. “It’s on me.” I winked at Lyla.
“Such a show off, rolling in the dough,” Lyla joked.
“You’re all set, girls.” The waitress tapped the top of our table.
“What?” I asked before the waitress was able to walk away.
“Your bill, it was already taken care of. You’re good to go.”
The waitress walked away and I turned back to Lyla with my mouth open.
Lyla just laughed at me. “Looks like your privacy days are all over sweetheart. Have fun with that,” she said, tipping her water glass to me and taking a sip.
