Rule(18)

“I’m having it with you, son.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that but just as I was about to say something sarcastic back the doors to the bar opened and the middle aged guys in the jerseys came spilling out and got between us.  Lou gave me one last direct look that I couldn’t help but take as him meaning business and went back inside.  I looked back at my friends and sorta threw my hands up in the air.

“See what you miss when I go out of town on Sunday?”

All three of them burst into laughter and Jet decided it was time for us to move onto another bar so I had to run in and get my card from Shaw.  The guys pitched in ten bucks each for me to give her as a tip so I wound my way back to the bar where she was talking to another waitress; this one had honey-gold colored hair and was dressed in the cheerleader uniform.  Shaw stopped midsentence and looked at me through narrow eyes, I grinned at her and handed her the money.  “You bouncer friend picked up our tab but the boys wanted to make sure you got taken care of.”

She handed me  the AMX card back.  “What did you do to Gabe?”

“Nothing.”  She sighed and I didn’t even try to not watch the way it stretched her tiny little uniform across her chest.

“Well thanks for intervening; I don’t know what his problem is.”

The cheerleader was having sex with me with her eyes, and while I was normally totally a fan of hot chicks doing that to me I barely even registered her because Shaw was bending over to get her drinks and the ruffles on her butt were suddenly the only thing I could see.  She was short so I never really thought about her having such great legs, but they were toned and curved just right and given enough time I could work up some seriously awesome fantasies involving those legs and those boots and nothing else.

“His problem is you’re hot, richer than hell, have parents that are connected out the ass and you wouldn’t put out.  You not only left him physically hard up but blue-balled his visions of playing golf with your dad at the country club and sitting next to your mom at the republican convention.  You dismantled everything he was trying to build.”

She flipped one of her pig-tails out and picked up a tray full of drinks.  “I gotta get back to work.  You think we can ever have a Sunday not filled drama and fights?”

I ran a hand over my messy hair and shook my head ruefully.  “Sunday’s have never been a great day for me.  I’ll catch you later, Shaw.”

“Bye Rule.”

I made my way back out of the bar thinking that it was probably the first time since I had met her when she was just a kid that I had ever seen Shaw be Shaw and it made me a little nervous that when she didn’t have all her guards up and all her haughty defense mechanisms in place she seemed so fallible, so undeniably human, so approachable and so…attainable.



Chapter 4

Shaw

I counted the pile of money in front of me for the fifth time.  I was having a hard time concentrating for a couple reasons; one was that the bar had gotten busy so I had stayed two hours past when I was scheduled off so I was dragging, the second was that there were ten other girls all trying to cash out around and the chatter was like a swarm of bees buzzing about purses and boys, the third was Ayden kept watching me like a hawk, looking for something but I didn’t know what and the final was that Loren Decker, my post high school Amy Rogers wouldn’t stop talking my ear off about Rule.

Loren was a living, breathing centerfold and was what happened when mean girls left high school and entered the real world.  She was vapid, boring and made more money than most of us combined when she was on the schedule because her job was to be flirty and come across easy things that were hardly a stretch and for some reason she was dying to get every single detail I possessed about Rule.  She wanted to know how I knew him, wanted to know how come he had never been in the bar before, wanted to know how old he was, what he did for a living, if we were dating, if he had a girlfriend, if he liked blonds and so on and so forth.  It was endless, exhausting and I think it bothered me that yet another bimbo was just tripping over herself to fall on him.  While I knew my feelings for him were my burden to bear alone, I wasn’t about to offer up my slutty coworker on a platter so I just kept grunting responses and evading all the personal questions, which unfortunately didn’t stop her from rambling about how gook looking he was.

“I mean I don’t normally go for guys with all those tattoos and piercings like that, but oh my God those eyes, have you ever seen anything like them?  They’re like glacial ice, so pretty! And his body, I bet he works out, I mean I normally like a guy with a six pack but that tall lean thing totally works with his look.  What kind of girls does he normally go for?  Are you sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend?  Seriously Shaw I just want to lick that hoop he has in the side of his lip, like so freaking bad.  I can’t believe you’ve been friends with someone that sexy and haven’t gotten a piece, that’s like against nature.”

I hadn’t gotten a piece of anyone ever, not that she needed to know that.  Guys had tried, I had been tempted but every time I was close to sealing the deal my brain short circuited and reminded me that they weren’t who I really wanted and I shut down like a light going off.  I looked up at her and narrowed my eyes.

“Lore I’m trying to do my cash out, can this wait?”