Page 72 of Filthy Player
She only had her head and arms sticking in the doorway, but she was also holding two bottles in one, glasses in the other. A white wine and tequila.
We didn’t have tequila in the house. She must have gone and got some.
I needed to chill out and calm down, but I didn’t need to be puking in the toilet. “Wine, please.”
She grinned, a sad and lopsided and understanding one, but she still skipped into my room, closing the door behind her.
“She could be out there,” I whispered, going back to watching my closed window blinds.
Melanie poured the drinks and climbed on the bed next to me, handing me one.
“She won’t hurt you.”
“You can’t know that.”
“Pshh.” She sipped her wine and bumped her shoulder into mine. “Yeah, I can. Did you even look at Rambo Sexy Pants down there? No way is some two-bit crazed chick getting past him.”
Leave it to Melanie to lighten the mood. “Rambo Sexy Pants?”
“Yeah. Give the guy a mullet and a bandana and he’s totally Sylvester Stallone circa early eighties.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“That’s because you don’t have a brother. Mine loves all those eighties, bad-ass guy movies. Anyway, Rambo. Green Beret. Vicious killer and sexy as hell. That’s the dude downstairs.”
“Hmmm.” I sipped my wine. I couldn’t lie and say Jaxon wasn’t sexy. He just scared the crap out of me more. “Rambo Scary Pants.”
She snorted. “Rambo I-wanna-get-in-his pants.”
I laughed. “You’re a nut.” Our giggles passed and we drank our wine. Melanie left me to my quiet, tormented thoughts and when my glass was empty, she refilled it. “I’m scared.”
“I don’t blame you. This is scary shit, but what are you thinking?”
“That I’m scared and it’s Beaux’s fault, and mine for dating him. And now I have to worry about my dad and Mike and the guys at the garage and wonder how insane or desperate this person is and is she following me all the time, or only at work, and does she know where I live? Has she followed me home? Does she know where Beaux is? What will she do to keep me out of his—”
A hand slammed over my mouth and silenced me. “Woah, woman. And you called me a nut?”
I flashed her wide eyes and shrugged. The fact I was a neurotic nutcase wasn’t news to anyone.
“Biggest fear,” Melanie said and with her hand holding her wine glass she held up a finger. “And you only get one.”
Biggest? Most serious? There was only one.
I pulled her hand off my mouth. “Losing Beaux.”
“And his greatest fear is losing you. So I’m not sure why you’re up here hiding when you could be with him figuring out the best way to make sure neither of those two things happen.”
She had a point.
I was a runner by nature. I didn’t handle stress well, didn’t like changes to routine.
The fact I had a nurse-turned-friend practically living with me now and was soon to have my life thrown into a crazy mess was enough to make me need some Xanax.
“I see your point,” I admitted, and took a drink. It was warming, but still sweet. I would have drunk the tequila she brought at this point. I didn’t care what alcohol burned my throat, I just needed it do its job and mellow me out. “Is he here?”
“No. He said he wanted to meet another dude of Jaxon’s at the garage to go over security there. I’ll tell you what though, your sexy guy is taking this incredibly seriously. He said he’ll be back soon and you’re not supposed to leave.”
“Beaux said I can’t leave?”
