Page 144 of Running from Drac
Every head in the room swivels her way, and she seems to be enjoying the attention.
“What the fuck, Eve?”
She smirks, sashaying toward us in a tight little black crop top that shows off the swell of her under boob, skin-tight leggings that accentuate all her damn curves, and nails just long enough to claw your eyes out.
“Thought I couldn’t find ya?” she questions, batting her eyes so that her lashes flutter like angry moths. “Well, I got news foryou, motherfucker. You can’t just fucking say we’re done and expect that to be it.”
“Oh, fuck me sideways,” Blake mutters under his breath.
Rich leans toward me. “She’s hot. “
“Smoking,” I agree, both of us leaning against the counter to watch the show. She winks our way, applying a fresh coat of gloss to her lips as she pops them in his direction, stopping just short of him, his posture already standoffish.
“Eve,” he growls. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“My calls haven’t been going through to your phone.”
“I got your ass blocked.”
She shrugs. “You think you can just ghost me and get away with it?” she questions too calmly. A few of the guys sitting on the chairs to our right, shift uncomfortably.
“I’ve blocked your number twelve times,” Blake snaps. “Maybe take the hint.”
She marches up to him, jabbing a manicured nail into his chest. “You’re mine, Blake. When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours? No other girl is ever going to satisfy you like I do. I’m one of a kind.”
“The bat-shit crazy kind. The smash my bike with a crowbar and set fire to my leather jacket kind!” he fires back, voice roaring like an open flame. “We’re done, Eve. Finito. Finished. Hasta la Vista, Baby. Hit the road, Jack. And don’t come back for more.”
“You forget. I know where your mom lives,” she says too sweetly, eyes narrowing into condescending slits. “Wonder what she would think if I paid her a little visit?”
“You leave my fucking mother out of this, Eve.”
She admires her nails, looking up at him bored and unaffected. “All I’m saying is that your mother loves me. I’m sure she’d love to hear about your little drinking problem.” She motions with her hand and laughs maniacally.
Part of me wishes Amber fought for me like this, but just thinking about her has my stomach turning and twisting uneasily again, fighting the urge to try her phone for the ninetieth time.
“Try it,” he says, voice low and lethal now. “See what happens.”
She tickles her fingers up his chest. “Oh, Blakey, there’s so many things I’d love to try on you. Things we haven’t gotten to yet.”
He moves her hand, and glares. “Go back to the psych ward you escaped from.”
“Only if you come with me,” she encourages, moving up on her tiptoes like she’s moving in for a kiss.
“You want us to help you escort her out?”
Blake shakes his head. “She knows where the exit is, and if she’s smart, she’ll use it.”
She blinks at him, slowly craning her head just a tad.
“And if I don’t.”
Blake’s smile curls evilly. “Then I’ll get that restraining order going that I haven’t fully filed yet.”
She takes a step back, her smile fading. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Yeah, I would. Just get the fuck out of here, Eve. I don’t need to lose my job over one of your many outbursts.”
Eve stares at him like she’s not hearing a word. Then she suddenly turns on her heel, stalking toward the door, her shoes echoing like gunshots across the tiled floor. She pauses in the doorway.
