Meet Me Halfway(22)

Gracing him with the most insincere expression I could muster, I stepped into his personal space, just shy of straddling his knee. The side of my pinkie brushed the top of his hand as my fingers wrapped around his beer.

I pulled it from his grasp, knocking my head back and downing the half-full bottle in one go. Bringing my face a few inches from his, I ran my tongue across my bottom lip, his eyes tracking the movement.

“Because I’ve yet to find a sugar daddy with a large enough…” I dropped the empty bottle directly in his lap, letting my eyes linger on it, “pocket.”

The look on Garrett’s face was worth every crushing wave of anxiety I was inevitably going to suffer from later, likely when I tried to sleep. I stepped back, keeping my eyes on his surprised ones, and letting my face drop into my best bitch face. “Have a good night, Garrett.”

I made my way back to the kitchen, ignoring Nate’s attempts at grabbing my attention. What the hell had I been thinking? I had no idea if anyone other than Nate and Garrett’s companion had seen that, but I could only hope the answer was no.

I’d like to say I held my head high and worked around my asshole neighbor, but I didn’t. I avoided the bar like the plague for the next hour or so, going so far as to bribe another coworker to deliver my tables’ alcoholic drinks.

It wasn’t until Nate finally found me and told me Garrett had left that I stopped hiding like a little bitch. I may have no issue showing fangs when threatened, but you bet your ass I’m going to tuck tail and run as soon as it’s safe.

By the time the last straggler left for the night, and we’d locked up to start closing duties, it was sometime after midnight. Sadly for me, nothing assisted my brain in dredging up things I’d rather forget than monotonous, boring chores.

Refilling condiment containers? I was thinking about how good Garrett looked in his favored Henleys. Mopping the floor? I was remembering the way our hands brushed and how I’d wrapped my lips around the same bottle he had a few minutes before. Wiping down the bathroom? I was physically cringing at what’d I’d said and done.

I might as well have dug a hole, climbed in willingly, and started scooping in dirt. If he thought I was a whore looking for a sugar daddy before, he definitely believed it now. I didn’t know why it bothered me so much. Maybe because we shared a wall, and as long as I lived there, I’d regularly see him. It just would’ve been nice to get along, I guess.

“You ready yet, Curly?”

I looked up from the table I was sitting at to see Nate with his jacket on, his foot tapping away. I’d been counting up my cash and zoned out. I hadn’t even realized we were the only ones left. “Yeah, I just need to go cash out real quick.”

“You want your usual?”

“Please.”

He gave me a mischievous grin, and I knew he was waiting to push me about my encounter with Garrett as soon as we stepped outside.

Sure enough, as soon as my butt landed in a seat and I’d curled my feet underneath me, he’d handed me my cranberry juice and rum and gone straight for blood.

“You got any hot plans tonight?”

The way he exaggerated the word ‘hot’ had me narrowing my eyes. “Nope.”

“Curly, with the amount of tension pulsating off you and your mystery man, I thought for sure you were gonna get you some after work. I thought maybe he was a new boyfriend, and ya’ll were doing some role-playing shit.”

If I’d have been taking a drink, it’d have gone straight to my lungs. “Jesus Christ, Nate. No.”

“I don’t know, I felt like I was watching the foreplay scene for a porno. It was hot.”

I set my cup down, hiding my face in my hands and shaking my head. “Oh my God, you need help.”

“And you need to get yourself laid.”

I examined the contents of my drink, taking a swig and giving Nate a side-eye. “There is not nearly enough alcohol in here for this conversation.”





It was almost two o’clock in the morning when I pulled into my drive. I was worn out, but at least I didn’t have to study. As a whole, I enjoyed weekdays more. I’d always rather hang out with Jamie and study than work a double shift, but tonight, my brain was thankful it didn’t have to function academically.

Removing the keys from the ignition, I looked over at Garrett’s side. There was an unknown car parked behind his Nova, and I could only assume it was the woman I’d seen with him. My stomach tightened, and an oily feeling curled up inside me. Jealousy.

Not that she was with him, but because of the simple fact that two adults had the opportunity and desire to enjoy each other’s company and bodies. And I’d be over here, continuously going home alone like I had been for years.

Maybe I’d sleep on the couch tonight. The idea of hearing Garrett shaking the sheets as his reward for strutting through life as a dick was more than I could bare. Especially when I’d likely be snuggled up against a pillow just to feel like someone was sleeping next to me. Maybe I’d shove Layla over and crash in her room.

“Hey, mama bear.”

I startled, dropping the keys I’d yanked from the lock. Layla was lying across the couch on her stomach, knees bent and feet criss-crossing back and forth. She was looking up at me over her reading glasses, a notebook and pen in front of her. Neither dog was present, probably curled up together in one of our beds.