Page 29 of Sangre
“This would be a good gig,” Isla said in his ear.
“You guys should do it.”
“Maybe I’ll talk to the band about it. I think I’d be a little freaked out with so many people around. I mean, I’d feel vulnerable. I still don’t know who’s sending me those letters.”
“I’d be there to protect you,” he said, her hand in his. “Have you received any more letters?”
“No. It seems to be working now that your guards are always around.” She shivered and pressed her body against him. “I don’t want to think about anything but having a good time. Deal?”
“Deal.” She felt warm and soft against his arm, and he made a deal with himself right at that moment: Think of Isla only as his childhood friend, not as a sexy, beautiful woman.
They strolled around the area, checking out the booths, eating cheeseburgers and caramel corn, and laughing a hell of a lot. As they walked toward the bandstand, a woman bumped into them, her soda spilling all over Isla.
“Shit!” Isla yelled as she jumped backward.
“I’m so sorry,” the woman said, handing her some napkins. “I didn’t see you.”
“Let me get you some paper towels,” Sangre said before rushing to one of the food stalls. He came back in seconds and handed her the paper towels. The front of her camisole was soaked through and he could see her sheer bra. Knowing he should divert his attention, he tried, but he couldn’t. He was mesmerized by her perfectly cupped breasts and their pebbled nipples. All he wanted to do at that moment was slip her soiled top over her head, release her round tits from the bra, and draw one of her nipples in his mouth as he pinched and flicked the other. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“Does it look all right?” she asked him, throwing her shoulders back which pushed her chest out.
“They look great,” he answered.
“I meant my top,” she said softly.
Dragging his eyes away from her tits, he looked at her. “The top looks good too.”
She shook her head, giggling. “You’re too much.”
“I’ll pay for a new top if you can’t get the stain out. I’m just so sorry,” the woman said, bringing his and Isla’s attention back to her.
“That’s okay. Stuff like this happens when there are so many people.”
“Jordan? Is that you? It’s me, Lexi. Oh my God. I didn’t recognize you at first. How’ve you been? It’s been like forever.”
Isla gave one of those smiles that said she was only being polite. “Lexi. Wow… it’s been years.”
“Are you here on vacay or did you move back?”
“I’m just visiting. It was nice seeing you.” She gripped Sangre’s arm and started to walk.
He could see she was not all that thrilled with this Lexi chick.
“Do you remember me, Steve? I know that’s not your name ever since you joined that biker club.”
He ran his gaze over her face. No spark of recognition lit inside his mind. “I don’t. We gotta go.”
She reached out and placed her hand on his. “Lexi Strobe. I was in Jordan’s class.”
A blank. “Nope.” He pulled his hand away.
“Jordan?”
“Her name’s Isla, and I don’t think she wants to go down memory lane with you.” Sangre gave her a hard look that seemed to dampen some of her enthusiasm.
“I know we weren’t the best of friends in high school, but I didn’t know you changed your name,” she said to Isla.
“Now, you do,” Sangre said at the same time Isla responded, “No worries.”
