“Yes?”
“You looked a million miles away. Did you want me to order you something?” Joelle asks.
“Yeah, a burger or sandwich,” I mumble as she goes to the front of the café and puts in our order.
What I would give to throw her over my shoulder and ride off into the sunset.
I feel my phone vibrate and I pull it out to check it and see that it’s the asshole calling me.
“Yeah?”
“It’s been a while since you checked in. You got anything for me?”
I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but I can’t do that just yet. Not without hurting Joelle in the process.
“No, she has sex and goes to sleep,” I lie.
“How is she in bed?”
“How would I know?” I lie again.
“Come on now, you haven’t even sampled? She knows how to work it; it’s why I chose her. But she is up to something and I need to know. I’m pretty sure I can trace those men back to that traveling orgy she works for,” he says.
“I haven’t fucked her; I do sleep in the same room. She has sex with her customers and then she goes to bed.”
“Doubtful, I’ll be in touch,” he hangs up just as Joelle sits back down.
We need to go away from here. Somewhere where he can’t find us. Though he has the connections to try. I need to start forming a plan.
“You look angry?”
“Sorry, just planning in my head. Sometimes I just have that resting bitch face,” I say, and she giggles.
“Good one,” she chuckles.
“Have you ever had a vacation?” I ask her.
“No. I’ve wanted to go on a cruise before, but never had time off,” she says.
“A cruise would be awesome,” I agree, before reaching for her hand, taking the chance she won’t pull it back. She doesn’t which makes my heart soar.
Sad thing is that at some point I’m going to break her heart. Her ex might have connections, but mine is better. It’s just that my secret to him will hurt her worse than working for her ex.
Joelle
I’m feeling pretty giddy right now. He grabbed my hand. Call me girly, but this is huge to me.
“Let’s get this to go and head back,” he says and I shake my head yes like a girl in love. I’d do anything for Hammond.
We walk back holding hands, he carries the bag with the food, like a gentleman.
“Don’t forget tonight,” Meryl calls from across the yard and that almost breaks the spell I’m under. It was enough for him to drop my hand. That hurts.
“Grab a shower, I’ll grab some plates. We can watch a movie until we have to go,” he says and I hurry. I love spending time with him. He not only cleans up my messes but he’s fun to be around. If he asked me to quit the circus, I think I would. But what am I good at? I love to read. But that’s it. Oh, God! I’m boring. Who would want to be with a boring girl? I mean I’m good at sex, but it’s an act. I’ve never had an orgasm until Hammond. The sex with customers is just me lying there and saying “oh yeah,” over and over again. But sex can’t keep a man interested, can it?
“Joelle?”
“Yeah?”
