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Incubus Dreams :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 545 из 605One of the women was using the commode in the middle of the floor as I left.
Oh, well. I opened the door, and either the music had actually been turned down a notch, or I was getting used to it or going deaf.
Micah and Nathaniel were where I’d left them, but they’d been joined by a man I didn’t know. He was taller than either of them, but so thin all over that he looked smaller somehow. He had short, curly brown hair and was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and socks. No shoes.
Interesting.
Nathaniel took my hand as soon as I got close enough to be touched. The stranger touched Micah’s shoulder and let his hand linger there, just a second too long. He was smiling and asked, “Do the two of you like dick?”
I kept Nathaniel’s hand and moved up in front of them both, so that it forced the man to step back from us. He actually reached around me and touched Micah’s shoulder again. I had to let go of Nathaniel’s hand, but I moved up two more steps. For a moment the man was almost pressed up against me. He started to smile at me, then saw my eyes, and the smile faltered, and he stepped back.
I don’t know what look was on my face, but he stumbled a little over his words, “They said they liked dick.”
“I said, I liked my own,” Micah said.
“If anyone else asks,” Nathaniel said, “just say no.”
I said, “We’ve had a misunderstanding here.”
The man nodded. “Sorry.” He started to move away.
I said, “We’re trying to find our friend. She called drunk, needs a ride home.” I described her.
He gave me nervous eyes. He knew something, and I’d been scary, so he didn’t want to tell me. I should really learn to tone down the whole silent threat thing, but damn, I’ve just gotten so good at it.
Nathaniel’s hand snaked around my shoulder. The hand had a twenty dollar bill in it. He said, “Ask again.”
I took the twenty and creased it down the middle. The man watched me do it. He seemed less nervous, but I could tell he still didn’t like me or what was happening. Things hadn’t gone the way they were supposed to go, and it had thrown him.
“Do you know where our friend is?” I held the twenty up.
“Maybe,” he said, and his voice sounded rough.
Nathaniel leaned over my shoulder. His voice was low and calm. “We want to find her before she does something she’ll regret. She had a fight with her boyfriend, they’ll make up, but not if she crosses too many lines, do you understand me?”
“This will get you a lap dance, a good one.
Oh, well. I opened the door, and either the music had actually been turned down a notch, or I was getting used to it or going deaf.
Micah and Nathaniel were where I’d left them, but they’d been joined by a man I didn’t know. He was taller than either of them, but so thin all over that he looked smaller somehow. He had short, curly brown hair and was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and socks. No shoes.
Interesting.
Nathaniel took my hand as soon as I got close enough to be touched. The stranger touched Micah’s shoulder and let his hand linger there, just a second too long. He was smiling and asked, “Do the two of you like dick?”
I kept Nathaniel’s hand and moved up in front of them both, so that it forced the man to step back from us. He actually reached around me and touched Micah’s shoulder again. I had to let go of Nathaniel’s hand, but I moved up two more steps. For a moment the man was almost pressed up against me. He started to smile at me, then saw my eyes, and the smile faltered, and he stepped back.
I don’t know what look was on my face, but he stumbled a little over his words, “They said they liked dick.”
“I said, I liked my own,” Micah said.
“If anyone else asks,” Nathaniel said, “just say no.”
I said, “We’ve had a misunderstanding here.”
The man nodded. “Sorry.” He started to move away.
I said, “We’re trying to find our friend. She called drunk, needs a ride home.” I described her.
He gave me nervous eyes. He knew something, and I’d been scary, so he didn’t want to tell me. I should really learn to tone down the whole silent threat thing, but damn, I’ve just gotten so good at it.
Nathaniel’s hand snaked around my shoulder. The hand had a twenty dollar bill in it. He said, “Ask again.”
I took the twenty and creased it down the middle. The man watched me do it. He seemed less nervous, but I could tell he still didn’t like me or what was happening. Things hadn’t gone the way they were supposed to go, and it had thrown him.
“Do you know where our friend is?” I held the twenty up.
“Maybe,” he said, and his voice sounded rough.
Nathaniel leaned over my shoulder. His voice was low and calm. “We want to find her before she does something she’ll regret. She had a fight with her boyfriend, they’ll make up, but not if she crosses too many lines, do you understand me?”
“This will get you a lap dance, a good one.