Page 12 of His Naughty Waitress
“Yes. This is my sister, Rosa-Beth, and my best friend,Tanya.”
Prentice and I exchange handshakeswiththem.
“We’ve met,” Tanya says to Prentice. “Last year. Right here,infact.”
“Oh, did we?” he asks, checking her out moreclosely.
“We spent some time together.” Tanyaexplains.
She leans closer to him and whispers something in his ear, to which his eyes and smilewiden.
“Tanya, of course. You lookgreat!”
Missy walks around to the trunk of her car. “Which one of you big, strong yuppies wants to help get our bags inside?” she asks. “Or do you have help forthattoo?”
Prentice rushes over to take all three bags. “We do have help. But they’re not here yet.” He looks over at me for a moment, and then he turns to Tanya and Missy’s sister. “How about I show you inside, and Carter can help Missy park in the garage at the side of thehouse?”
He isn’t really asking a question. The ladies figure that out somehow, and follow him inside. Missy walks up to me with her armsfolded.
“I made it,” she informs me. The smile threatening to light up her face is already making her eyes sparkle. It expands the semi that’s been happening in mypants.
“I see that,”Igrin.
“So, where do I park? Around back, so it’s not as much of an eyesoreouthere?”
I hold out my hand for her keys. “Nothing like that. There’s a covered garage at the side of the lodge. You’re from around here. You know how much snowfall we can get overnight. Trust me, you don’t want to have to wake up and clean all that shit off your Fordeyesore.”
That gets her smiling. “The keys are in the ignition. Knockyourselfout.”
Just as I open her driver side door, I get a glimpse of approaching vehicle lights. Our two limos turn into the driveway from the road a few hundred yards away. It’s our Italian imports. As they approach, every instinct in my gut begins to alarm. I have never ignored that little voice in my head, and right now, it tells me that if I want to have a good time with Missy, I need to be as far away from this cabin as possible. Even if it’s for justtonight.
I return to the passenger side and open the front door. “Getin.”
She steps over to me,confused. “What?”
“Getin.”
She looks back at the house. “But, I justgothere.”
“We’ll be back soon,” I tell her. In this case, soon can be a few hours, or a lot more, depending on a lot offactors.
With some hesitation, Missy climbs inside. Shutting her door, I get into her cramped driver seat, start the engine, anddriveaway.
“Where are we going?”sheasks.
I don’t actually know, so I tell her, “Somewhere that’snothere.”
