Page 51 of Revel
“Fuck, man, here we go again.” He tries to stand and fails miserably. “Relax, Rev. She’s fine. If anything, I relaxed her enough to tolerate your bullshit. You spent years raggin’ on that chick and now all of a sudden you give a shit?”
“You don’t do shit like that. You don’t fuck a girl unless she’s willing and you don’t give them drugs without them knowing. It’s common fucking sense, dipshit.”
Fuck this. No way am I letting her stay on this bus.
I shrug off Patrick’s grip on me. “Lay off,” I tell him, reaching around them for Red’s hand.
She takes it.
She stands, clinging to my side. Avoiding the questioning stares around us, I lead her off the bus, laughter fading in the distance.
“Where’s your bus?”
She points, or tries to. “Wow.” She brings her hand an inch from her face. “My hand issoheavy.”
“Red.” I shake her shoulders, keeping a good grip on her. “Where’s your bus?”
“Parked in the east parking lot. Why?”
I open the door to the bus and help her down the steps. “Anyone on it?”
“No, they’re on yours, silly.” She lunges for me, full-on fucking leaps from the top step to me. Luckily, I catch her and then carefully set her on her feet. At least I try to. She clings to me like a spider monkey. “You’re so pretty,” she coos, taking my face between her hands and smooshing my cheeks together. “I wish I could have your eyelashes.” And then she tries to rip them off my eyelids. “Give them to me.”
“They’re attached,” I pry her hands off my face, nearly drop her on the pavement in the process, but prop her against the side of my bus. “Don’t move.”
Ha. Like that’s going to happen. When I was on it, I couldn’t stop moving.
She nods, trying to focus on me and grinning like I’ve never seen before. “Okay, I won’t.” Before I can stop her, she flips around and licks the water beading on the side of the bus. “I’m so thirsty.” Licks the fucking side of the bus.
Oh, shit. What’s even more disturbing about this? For a moment, I watch her because it’s kinda hot watching her lick it. And then my brain catches up and with the lack of blood flow, and I realize the complications with this.
She’s licking a bus.
And then, because he has the worst timing, her security guard surfaces, walking toward us with a menacing glare. Though I’m pleased to see he rarely leaves her alone, I’m not excited to see him now given hercondition. “Just be cool,” I tell Red, trying to get her to stand up straight and away from the bus.
Without moving her mouth from the bus, she waves her hand around, smacking me in the ear. “Puh-lease, boy. I’m the coolest person here,” she says, never missing a lick.
I fight off a smile.
Ben eyes me carefully, then her licking the bus and he knows. He gives me that “you’re dead, motherfucker” look I’m familiar with from pretty much every authority figure.
Red stumbles, notices her bodyguard and then smiles, clapping her hands together and rushing toward him. “Benny Boop!”
He catches her by her elbows, steading her. He takes one look at her flushed cheeks, black eyes, and goofy grins and his glare snaps to mine. “What’s she on?”
Wondering if he has a gun or Taser on him, I bury my hands in my pockets. “I’ll handle it,” I tell him. Red twists in his arms and then returns to my side. I keep her there, wrapping my arm around her waist only to have her stick her finger in my ear.
“Wet willy!” she cackles like it’s the funniest fucking thing ever.
Goddamn. It’s gonna be a long night.
“What did you give her?”
You knew it was coming.
I let go of Red and despite the obvious difference in our size—him being big as fuck—I get in Ben’s face. “I didn’t give her a goddamn thing. What I can do is make you disappear. So if you want to keep your job, I suggest you stop fucking around and show me where her bus is at.”
Bella chooses then to pop her head out the door, concern plastered all over her face. “Is Tay okay?”
