Page 29 of Sing for Me
"It's getting late," she says. "I should get to bed."
"Sure." I take a seat next to her. "You have a cell?"
She nods as she pulls it from her purse and hands it over.
Perfect. I program my number into her phone then hand it back.
The ball is in her court now.
She nodsthanks.
I push myself off the bed and nod a goodbye. "Let me know if you needanything."
Her eyes meet mine. "Listen, Miles. I'm sure you're great, but I'd really appreciate if you'd stop flirting with me."
"If you stop staring at me like you're thinking about what you want to do to me."
She opens her mouth but no words come out. Instead, her tongue slides over her lips as she gives me another long, slow stare.
"That look, right there. You're thinking about fucking me."
She says nothing.
"Stop staring and I'll stop flirting."
She presses her palms against her thighs. "I will." Her eyes go to my chest, my waist, my crotch.
I clear my throat.
She blushes. "I'll work on it."
"I really hope you don't."
Again, she stares at me like she's considering asking me to make her come. "Have a safe ride home."
I nod. "Sweet dreams."
I head to the bubble tea place across the street and load up on caffeine. The crowd here is young, college kids and teenagers. A few shoot me second glances but no one makes an introduction.
When I’m finished with my drink, I move into the cool night air and start walking. I don’t want to be back at the house yet. I don’t want to be around all the bullshit of the party. Not when I have something interesting to occupy my thoughts.
But there’s no reason why I have to be in Hollywood. I have another place to go.
I call an Uber and direct the driver to my Uncle’s place in Malibu. It’s a long, beautiful drive. Pacific Coast Highway winds around the Malibu Canyon Mountains, with the deep blue Pacific Ocean on the other side.
Most of the time, I don’t give a fuck about the view. I don’t care about the stars in the sky. I don’t see that shit the way I used to.
I don’t see anything the way I used to.
It’s half an hour to the mansion on the top of the hill. I trip the driver and let myself in.
The place is empty.
Of course it’s empty. Nobody lives here. Not anymore.
Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve been here. The hardwood floors are still clean and sleek. The sliding glass door is still spotless. The kitchen is still... fuck, I don’t like looking around here. Ugly thoughts are filling my head.
For once, I have a fun distraction. I’m not letting shit get me down.
