Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(11)
She didn't say anything, just turned right around and kicked open the screen door on the back entrance of the diner. I watched her ass cheeks grinding back and forth under that blue polyester skirt as she leaned toward the handle of the men's bathroom. She opened the door and I followed her in, Alek right after.
As soon as I closed the door behind me and locked it, she was sitting up on the front edge of the sink. Alek had her knees open and her skirt sliding up over those luscious, plush thighs. Totally shaven, totally smooth. Absolutely willing. We gave her a solid riding and thirty bucks for dinner and some ibuprofen for afterwards.
See, that's how I like it. I like a girl who is simply down to fuck. I don't need her name. I don't need her life's history. And I don’t want any dainty China dolls either. I don't like cutting myself on things that are too easily broken.
I pass a couple of restaurants, a couple of steakhouses. They could be awesome right now, but I really need to bust a nut or I’m gonna have a problem.
About twenty feet ahead on the sidewalk I can see a bellman in uniform standing at the curb, watching the taxis go by. That's nice. A hotel with a bell man means a hotel with a bar. Not a bar full of teenage girls and coke heads either. A bar full of lonely old broads with a few miles on the odometer and a good attitude.
My cock jumps in my pants like it's trying to get out. Like it could smell them already. I'm almost at a jog when I see the revolving glass door and make a direct line for it. My stomach is tight like I'm hungry or excited to eat or something. I can barely hear the noise of the taxis as I stride across the marble lobby and make my way to the front desk, listening to the muffled sounds of a piano and conversations.
That's good, a piano bar, jazz bar, something like that. So there will be people standing around telling each other how elegant they are. But not too noisy, not too bright.
“You bring cash?” Alek says, suddenly appearing next to me. Of course he found me. We’re connected, like I said.
“Nope,” I answer.
He sighs. “Of course not. Good thing I showed up, right?”
Nodding, I sweep the room. Not too many people. No one of interest. A couple families.
Alek looks me up and down. “Everything go okay? You seem weird.”
“Yeah, weird,” I agree.
He shakes his head. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing, nothing. We can talk about later,” I assure him. I’m not even sure how to tell him yet. I need more time to process that hit before I can figure out where it went sideways.
Alek leans on one arm and winks at a blonde as she comes up to the computer.
“Can I help you, sir?” she says, showing a smile so bright and open that I know she's ready. Hallelujah. What are the odds of finding our girl right here at the front desk?
“I have a reservation under Borisliev?” he says politely. He drums his fingers against the gleaming wood and smirks at her. What a charming fuck. Her cheeks go pink as she types on the keyboard, obviously struggling to keep her eyes down.
I take a look at Alek, who seems terribly pleased with himself already. He smells like a bottle of cologne. But when I glance back at her, I notice the ring on her left hand. She's married. I glance at Alek and shake my head slightly.
We don't need that kind of drama. I don’t want to wreck some girl, only to have her old man trying to hunt us down when we haven't even been here a week.
Alek takes my meaning immediately and pushes himself slightly back from the counter. The girl figures it out right away and looks up at him, startled.
“I'll just… I'll need a card and an ID to hold the room,” she says in a voice that's syrupy with disappointment. I half expect her to start apologizing.
Alek flashes her a grin that I guess is supposed to be some kind of consolation prize and slides her a card. I shift from foot to foot, eager to get the show on the road. If not this blonde, then somebody else and fast. I pivot and start walking.
“You know, you could try to be a little bit more subtle,” Alek says as he catches up to me crossing the foyer in a hurry toward the bar. “You didn't have to brush her off like that.”
“She wasn't even looking at me, Alek. You’re the one who broke her heart.”
Alek shrugs. It makes him uncomfortable to ever think of himself as the bad guy, even when it is so obviously what we are.
“Tell you what, if there's no action in the bar, you can head back over there.”
Alek cocks an eyebrow at me. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I'll just jerk off while I watch you guys, how about that?” I say.
“Wow, you would do that for me?” he says sarcastically.
I smack him hard on the shoulder. “Yeah, brother. Only for you.”