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She shook her head, refusing to look back at him. “I’ve already given you what you wanted.” She turned and left him with only a ghost of her impression.
Chapter Nineteen
He was called away a few days later on business in Greece, and the trip couldn’t have come at a better time for Eden, who had once again avoided him after the passion filled night they’d shared. They had been closer than the word. Their shadowed movements a synchronized ballet they’d mastered long ago. Even now, nearly a week later, she could still feel his thickness and the smooth, controlled cadences of his thrusts that had only grown frenzied in their last gasping moments, and it had her feminine walls clenching reflexively. The slutty part of her that she rarely allowed to see the light of day wanted more of that fullness, wanted more of the delicious soreness that hurt so good. But it was a demand Eden could not satisfy, the two main reasons being that: one, thankfully, Dominic was out of the country; and two, she couldn’t allow sex to cloud her judgment, not now when the direness of the situation called for a level head. Eden knew it was a moot point, castigating herself on her ultimate failure in resisting his advances, knowing in the end she’d ended up exactly where she’d vowed she wouldn’t. Making that vow had been the beginning of the end. A jinx that had come to perfect fruition all because of the unimaginable hunger that had proved impossible to deny, an unquenchable hunger that ebbed when he stroked her only the way he could.
Now she stood in a quagmire of her own making, faced with the aftermath with nothing to save her from sinking but willpower. She had to make a decision, a decisive one that needed to ultimately benefit her. Because that’s what this was all about. She’d gone through far too much to be impeded now by something that wasn’t even real. There were no feelings in fucking. There was no love in this poisoned garden of a marriage. Forget that for an infinitesimal breath of time when he’d been buried deep inside her and the dark passion that filled his green eyes had captured hers, she’d seen her husband for the first time. Forget the heart wrenching intimacy he’d roused soon after when they’d been entangled like twine, with their hearts drumming as one to the same longing rhythm. That intimacy that they’d fallen into so easily, so unlike them, was admittedly what frightened Eden more than she dared confess.
Gathering her hair up in its customary ponytail, she wrapped it into a messy bun on her head, and tossed a cursory glance at her rearview mirror before opening the driver’s side door. This was her first time back on the night shift, and if Lena had had her way, it wouldn’t have happened any time soon. But Carver had intervened on her behalf after Mickey had demanded his liquor slinging girl back at the bar. So now she was working the night shift again, both a blessing and a curse. But it wouldn’t be for much longer, Eden thought, tonight she was giving her two weeks. Waiting tables and working for tips wasn’ta future she wanted for herself. It had only been a pit stop, getting too comfortable there hadn’t been part of the deal.
Not that there was a chance of getting comfortable at Carver’s, what with the customers being so charming and everything. She had a little bit saved up now, not anywhere near what she’d had before, but it was enough to put first and last month’s rent and a security deposit on a small apartment. Jenna had offered to pay rent with the money she’d earned watching Liam for however long it took for Eden to find a job in real estate. They’d both formulated a tentative plan on their futures, nothing set in stone, but they were going to be there for each other regardless. That was exactly what Eden needed. Distance, time alone, time to think, time to recuperate and a start fresh. She would only be setting herself up for more heartbreak if she did otherwise.
It was packed. No surprise there. The game playing on the flat screens mounted high on the four walls had everyone riveted, erupting every now and then in a chorus of cheers or disgruntled jeers. It made for an interesting evening but no less demanding. Eden was kept on her toes as the crowd clamored for more salty food which led to their need for more liquor. Mickey had her mixing drinks, but halfway through the night, she was pulled away to help with Brenda’s tables. It was while she was coming back from getting a drink order that she saw him, and Eden frowned, not actually recognizing him until she saw the skulls and crossbones tattoo inked into his arm. Her frown deepened as she approached the table he was occupying. There was someone else seated across from him.
Rail thin, stringy ash blond hair, and enough makeup to make any clown jealous, the woman—and Eden used the word rather loosely—appeared to have seen better days. She was scarfing down a basket of fries, a napkin splattered with ketchup just to the right of her. Pulling her eyes away from the professional eating contestant, Eden looked at Jenna’s ex and couldn’t help her disgust from morphing her face into a scowl. It was a slight consolation that he looked worse for wear but not by much. Eden would rather he be buried in a hole somewhere very far from here. The last time she’d seen him, he hadn’t looked this bad. He was wirier, and his gaunt features would look better placed on a corpse, making him look like the grim reaper. There was a stench oozing from him and the clothes that hung off his diminished frame. Cracked lips drew up into a smug grin as his glassy blue eyes raked over her with a look that made her skin crawl. She pulled back from the dirt caked hand that reached out to touch her.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Tsk, tsk, that’s no way of talking to a customer.” He spread his legs and fisted himself through his jeans. “Come have a seat, we need to talk.”
“You need to get the fuck out.” Trying to keep her anger under control was no small feat.
“What the fuck you doing working in this place? Your sugar daddy leave you high and dry?”
Eden turned to leave, resolved to flag down either Carver or one of the guys he hired to handle the crowd when they got out of hand. But Alex was faster, shackling a hand around her wrist in a surprisingly tight grip that hurt far more than she let on. With one forceful tug, he jerked her to him, setting her hand, palm side down on the table. He grabbed the steak knife and held it over her hand. “Make a fucking scene, and I’ll drive this into your hand. Got it?” In the absence of his lascivious look, his cold eyes stared back at her with dark intent.
She nodded jerkily, holding onto the retort that burned her tongue.
“Now smile like the good cock sucking waitress that you are and answer my fucking questions. Why the fuck isn’t Jenna answering my phone calls?”
“I don’t know,” she said icily.
“Don’t fucking bullshit me. I know you’re telling her not to talk to me. You’ve been pulling this shit since she’s met you. You’re going to—”
“Dude, what the fuck?”
Thank God for April! The redhead jumped into action, tossing her plate of hot food at the table causing the much needed commotion she’d anticipated. Alex’s grip on Eden’s wrist slackened, along with the grip he had on the knife, and too soon he was out of his chair, looking for an exit. The woman who’d been sitting with him was screaming bloody murder as she batted away at remnants of mashed potatoes and mushrooms from her hair and body.
“Carver!” April’s cry of help to their boss was loud enough that more than a few heads turned in their particular direction. “He pulled a knife out on Eden!” she explained frantically once the tattooed man jumped into the fray. It all it took was the word “knife” to have him lunging for the other man, but Alex was already making a run for it, his lady friend scurrying behind him.
“Are you alright?” It took Eden a moment to answer, her nerves shot to hell, her heart thumping furiously in her chest, speaking proved a little difficult.
“Yeah,” she nodded, more for everyone’s assurance than her own, “yeah, I’m fine.”
The odd, quiet hush that fell over the bar was disturbing on so many levels as hushed murmurs made Eden feel like she was under a microscope highlighted by stadium lights. Carver instantly rectified the situation. “This round’s on the house! Cheers to our girl, April!”
“April!” everyone chorused, and just like that everything returned to normal, the patrons returning to their heated game and equally stimulating conversations.
“Thank you for saving my ass, April.”
“Jesus, who the fuck was that guy? Did you know him?”
“He’s my best friend’s ex. I didn’t know he was going to show up here.” God she didn’t even think he knew where she worked! “I’m so sorry, Carver.”
“You sure do keep interesting company, Eden,” he remarked teasingly, a lopsided grin putting on display a dimple in his left cheek.
She flushed red. “Not willingly,” she murmured.
“Well, whatever that was, Carver is buying us a drink, so come take a shot with me. It’ll calm your nerves.”
