Page 99 of Savior
Asshole... However, Viking is still my best friend.
“Well, just because your little sweetbutt belongs to another crew, doesn’t mean that’s forever. That is, if you’ve got your heart set on her.” I shrug. “Wouldn’t be the first chick to jump to a different MC.”
“Fuck it.” Viking says, grabbing the mostly empty bottle of Jack from the lower bar behind the counter. He twists off the cap, tossing it to Cherry. “I’m sure some other chick will keep me just as warm at night.”
“You mean, to-night.” Cherry giggles.
Viking nearly spits out the shot of whiskey, and I can’t fight back my grin at her sassy reply, either.
“Nice one, Cherry.” Viking nods at her with approval.
My cellphone chimes in my pocket. A message from Vanna. I open it to a photo of a huge Boquete of black flowers. Black flowers around a white peony. What the fuck is this? Her attached message reads:
Did you send me these? They’re beautiful! Thank you so much! <3
No… No, the fuck I didn’t.
“Why do you look like somebody pissed in your whiskey?” Viking asks.
“I gotta swing by Vanna’s shop.”
“Everything okay? Should I come?”
I turn the phone around and show him the photo.
“Damn. I don’t pull mushy shit like this but, that’s a nice move, bro. What did that set you back?”
“Nothing. I didn’t send them.”
Viking grins at me once more. “Psycho mode… Activated.”
I shove the phone back in my pocket, not bothering to respond to her text. “Yeah. You could say that.” I growl, ducking under the bar as I head for the steel door.
Vanna, especially in her element, is a very dangerously enchanting creature.
Lifting a finger to my lips, I gesture to her boss friend to keep quiet, as I carefully close the door behind me. The bells barely jingle. Vanna doesn’t know I’m here yet. Laura smiles at me before shegoes back to whatever it is she’s doing on her laptop at the front desk.
I lean against the pillar in the foyer and watch my woman flirtatiously manipulate a male patron into purchasing an arm full of witchy shop shit. My eyes are fixed on her as sheglides around the shop with a confidence and grace, I only wish she possessed all the time. I’m still not convinced she’s got any real awareness of her effect on men. That’s only part of her allure, though. She’s oblivious to the way she’s working those curves in that deep red wrap dress, accentuating her assets, while hiding what she thinks are flaws. Vanna doesn’t have any. Not in my eyes, she doesn’t. Apparently not in this prick’s, either. I stare as she smiles over her shoulder at him, but it isn’t genuine. I can tell. However, it’s still effective. Her little puppy boy follows her obediently.
That’s right, mutt. Every guy needs an organic soy therapeutic grade aromatherapy candle. And you couldn’t possibly leave here without the latest book of spells by whomever the fuck. And don’t forget your dick candle either, bro. Grab the one with a set of balls on it, because shefucking owns yours.
Shit. Shefucking owns mine, too.
I feel the muscles in my jaw tick as shescoots by him around a tight corner of the huge display table. Her ass, a goddamned cunt hair from brushing against his dick as shedoes so. Jesus fuck, Vanna!
Did I just actually growl?
I glance at boss lady to see if she heard anything, but she’s wrapped up in whatever’s on that laptop. Good.
I shift my focus back to Vanna. She piles on one more thing, what she calls a smudge bundle, into puppy boy’s arms, then lightly touches his shoulder, gesturing with her other hand towards the register where Laura is waiting to ring his ass up. He marches right up to her like a good little fanboy, and Laura greets him with a smile of her own.
He spots me before Vanna does. She’s occupied herself with straightening out a few display bowls on that giant table. I let him watch me check her out, unabashedly. I don’t say anything though, I don’t want to fuck up their sale. Though, I can see the jealousy in his expression when I glance back at him. As if he knows, instinctively, that I’ve got a better shot at her than he does. He doesn’t realize, she’s already mine. And that fucking bend-over-ass-in-the-guy’s-crotch stunt shejust pulled with him, tells me that Vanna needs a reminder of this fact,herself.
I wait until Laura has his credit card before I push myself off the pillar and make a beeline for Vanna.
She turns when shehears someone approaching her, her back to the curtain of the break room. I don’t stop, bumping her gently with my chest, my momentum pushing her backwards through the curtain where we’re alone, sort of, in somewhat private. Out of sight, but not out of earshot if we don’t whisper.
“Dean,” she says my name softly, surprised by my abrupt presence.
