Page 49 of Bad Seed
I made it to Mexico, doing all I could to be caught on cameras and said hello to a few old cartel contacts. I led my family on a wild goose chase down south as I snuck back into California because I couldn’t stand the idea of making her cry.
Also her tits.
The door to her place opens. I smile and lift the flowers. “You look—” I begin before my brain jumps.
Instead of the radiant and curvy Sadie, a pale woman with dirty blond hair in all black stares up at me. “What do you want?”
“I’m here for Sadie,” I say. She has roommates. Of course.
So there won’t be any fucking her on every surface in her place. Because I’m not supposed to anyway. Fuck, I hate rule three.
The woman stares me up and down, snorts, and steps back. “She’s up the stairs, second door on the right. What are those?”
Before I can argue, the woman grabs the flowers out of my hand. She takes a deep whiff then trots off. “Excuse me,” I call out, but she doesn’t look back.
Great. I could take them from her, but I’m guessing getting into a fight with her roommate is against the dating rules. Ducking into the generic bungalow, I make for the staircase. I catch a glimpse of the hodgepodge of decor in the sitting room. It looks like garbage taken off of the street corners after a flea market.
Standing outside of Sadie’s door, I take a deep breath. Okay. I have this. I will win her over, get her to like me again, then I’ll tell her everything.
Well…maybe noteverything. But at least about the Nightshades and the reason I was in them to begin with.
Here goes…
“Yes!”
Sadie?
My fist pauses right before striking the bedroom door.
“Oh fuck, that’s perfect,” she cries out. It’s her. I’d know that exclamation of bliss anywhere. What is she doing?
A smile winds up my lips. Is she trying to alleviate any tension before our date? That sneaky little minx. Why the hell didn’t I think of that?
“Okay.” Her voice strains as if she’s wiping sweat of her brow. “One more time.”
I slam my hand to her door, the knock far harder than I meant it to be. But my body’s begging to join in and see how many she can go for. “Sadie?” I call out.
The door opens a crack and her eye meets my chest. Slowly, it wanders up and the sliver of her face I can see turns beet red. “Oh… Shit, is it…?”
She throws open her bedroom door. I expected a repeat of the white dress and hoped for something sleek and red. But finding her in a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans throws me for a loop.
“The date tonight. Right. But you’re early.” Her face winces as she keeps contorting to look at one of the five clocks in her room. “Seven-ten. Cool. Come on in. There’s, um, tap water in the bathroom over there. Or I could go get you a soda in the fridge. Uh, sparkling water too—if Olivia didn’t drink them all.”
I step toward the sunset colored bed, noting the tangled sheets, but there’s no sign of a quickly stowed toy or a wet spot. It’s also distressingly small. Then again, it might be a fun challenge to fuck her on that twin while being unable to make a sound. Beside the bed are stacks of milk crates overflowing with books, papers, and more boxes. She’s crammed damn near everything into one side of the room in service of the other.
As I turn, the chaos and color gives way to sparse white light. There’s so much light I wince and raise my hand. Blinking, I can finally see a white box five feet across. Gigantic stadium lights are aimed at the center of the box where, resting on a turntable, is a single, perfect tomato.
“I’m sorry. I was trying to get caught up with work, and I fell into one of my time holes. Um…” Sadie rushes over to the tomato and carefully places it in a box of other produce.
I glare at the fruit sitting among its brethren. The very first meal I had once I was out of Mr. Ato’s clutches was a whole lasagna—extra tomato sauce. Marinara dribbled down my chin and collected on my palms staining them as red as blood. They didn’t want me back at that Olive Garden.
“Are you playing hard to get?” I ask, tearing away from my past to the woman standing before her bed. She’s in a baggy shirt with a hole on the bottom and the screen image so faded I can barely make it out. It’s a far cry from the skin tight silk dress that’d haunted me since Sacramento. But—I dig my palm into my pocket—it’s taking everything in me to not tear that shirt off of her and fling her onto the bed.
“Huh?” Sadie gulps like she isn’t playing with fire.
I lick my lips, sizing up the situation and prepared to challenge her. “Pretending you forgot. Making me wait…” I bend down toward her and she gazes up, her eyes shining. “Leaving your camera out.”
She gasps as if no one would want to watch her, tits bounding as she bounced on my cock. “I, uh…”
