Page 29 of Ruthless

Chapter 12

Ginger

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"I scored one!" Lola giggled into my ear.

It was the end of our shift, and I was too tired to care if Lola had managed to snag one of her customers. I watched her dance away to clean up one of her tables. "Which one?" I asked, wiping down one of my tables and stacking the chairs.

"Honey, I didn't get a name. All I care about is getting his big, fat dick inside me and scratching the itch I've had all day."

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a slut." She just laughed. "I hope he has a tiny little dick. It'd serve you right."

"What would serve her right?" Carrie asked as she walked up to us with a rag and a spray bottle in hand.

"Lola scored one. I was just telling her that I hope he has a small dick."

"One of the hotties at that table of three?" Carrie asked with raised brows as she sprayed down a table top. Lola laughed like a giddy teenager. I rolled my eyes again and nodded. "Wow. You work fast. So, which one?"

I was the one laughing now. Carrie glanced at me in confusion. "We just had that conversation. Lola doesn't care to get names."

"Well, what did he look like?" She began stacking chairs.

"The hottie who was sitting in the booth first."

My heart dropped, but I schooled my expression not to give anything away. She was talking about Rebel. Fuck! I continued to work, when what I really wanted to do was run to the back. And then what? Break down? I had to remind myself that Rebel and I were nothing to each other.

"He's going to give me a ride home," Lola continued, oblivious to the turmoil inside me.

I kept quiet at that news. Rebel had given me a ride to the bar, so I'd naturally thought that he was going to take me home. Typical horny male. Diss one woman for the one who'll put out, and be obvious about it.

"So you think that means he's going to do you?" Carrie scoffed.

"Oh, he'll fuck me." Her tone was over the top with confidence. "I know how to lure a man into my panties." Carrie and I both stopped to stare at her. "Give him a wet kiss that ends with a little bite, run a finger down his zipper, or smooth my hands up his abs beneath his shirt." She shrugged, pleased with herself. "Never fails."

"What about your car?"

She shrugged again. "By morning he'll be so enamored with my pussy that he won't care that I told a little fib to get him to fuck me. He'll bring me back for my car."

"Is she for real?" Carrie rushed out in disbelief, glancing my way.

"Maybe her pussy is gold plated," I mumbled, finishing up my last table. The thought of her and Rebel fucking wasn't an image that I wanted in my head, but it was there, very real, and taunting me. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I tried to convince myself that I didn't care who Rebel took home, but the truth was that I did. "Well, ladies, I'm done for the night." I wasn't looking forward to walking home in stilettos.

"Have a good weekend," Carrie said as I walked away. "Tell Della I hope she's feeling better."

Like Della, I was off the next two days, thank God. Maybe she would feel up to spending the day at the spa like we'd talked about, or, if not, the beach. I intended to relax and rejuvenate on my days off, especially after the grueling week I’d had. I dropped my cleaner and rag off in the storage closet and washed my hands, and then I pushed my way out the back door with the intention of walking the short trek home.

I'd taken half a dozen steps from the building when I heard, "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I spun around with a shriek, my hand flying up to cover my heart. I recognized Rebel's voice, but I couldn't see him. I narrowed my eyes against the darkness, finally seeing the glitter of his sharp eyes as he slowly stepped forward into the light. His rugged expression gave nothing away of what he was feeling or thinking. The fact that he'd obviously forgotten that I'd needed a ride home pissed me off.

"Unless your bike has room for two more, I'm walking home."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I slapped my hands onto my hips. "How quickly you forget. Lola? You're taking her home, and then, according to her, fucking her." I turned to walk away, but his laughter stopped me. I clenched my teeth to fight the tears that were stinging my eyes.

"Jealous?"

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