Once I got back to my station, Mags and Luka rushed over and cornered me. “Girl, how do you know Damien? He’s one fine piece of ass,” Mags said with a huge grin gracing her face.
“He’s my roommate.”
“Honey, if he were my roommate, I wouldn’t be getting any sleep,” Luka chimed in.
“I’ve been trying to get into those pants for a while now. Would you set us up?” Mags gave me a pleading look. And again, I felt the anger surface and I suppressed the growl that wanted to rise from my chest.
I had to lay it out straight for her. “Well, he doesn’t do attachments, Mags. He’s more of a different woman every night kind of guy,”
“And I would mind, why?” Well, she obviously rolled the same way as Damien. Even though it was not for me, I knew some girls were just as bad as men. In some ways, it made me feel a little sorry for her. She was missing out on the attachment and sharing the pleasure that true commitment brought to an intimate relationship.
“Well, that’s fine. I just don’t want it to cause any problems with you and me, since he’s my roommate.” I had to lay it out there. I didn’t want drama or a pissed off co-worker.
“No problem here, I promise.” She crossed her hand over her heart.
“Well, suit, yourself then.”
“Don’t you think he’s hot?”
How do I get out of this question? “He’s not my type.”
“Oh, I think you’re wrong about that. And you didn’t see the way he was looking at you. He clearly wants you. But girl, if you’re not going to have that fine piece of ass, please don’t mind if I do,” she stated matter of factly.
Oh, my God.
“Never gonna happen,” I said while cleaning up my station. But I felt bitter toward relinquishing him to her.
“Never say never.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
“Never.”
Sydney
“Okay shots for everyone!!” Mags started handing out the Jager Bombs she had ordered for all of us.
It was Friday night and we were at The Rum Runner waiting for The Fade to go on stage. We had a large round bar height table. The group of us consisted of Mags, of course, Shaina, Luka, and his partner Brooks, and Drea. I was seated between Drea and Luka.
I had to admit I was really excited to see Damien play. Mags had said they did mostly covers. A huge mix of classic rock, alternative, and some grunge with a dash of 80’s thrown into the mix. Playing several genres was an interesting spin on things. I loved them all so I’m sure I’d enjoy what they played. Damien said he was the lead guitarist and he did the vocal on some songs. It would be very interesting to hear him sing, and it made my body tingle a little bit just thinking about it. I hadn’t really seen him much since I cut his hair. He worked later than I did and most nights, I was in bed by the time he rolled in. I was a little grateful for that.
“I propose a toast,” Mags said as she raised her glass. “Here’s to lots of booze and some good sweaty sex.”
I raised my glass and threw it back. Damn, if it didn’t burn all the way down. Thank goodness I took a cab, because I planned on getting tipsy, maybe even shnockered.
I looked across the tables to Mags. “Girl, you crack me up.”
“No, I just tell it like it is.” She gave me a wink.
“I think I’m going to use the powder room before the band starts.” I picked up my phone off the table and saw that it was eight forty-five. Only fifteen more minutes until the show started. “If the waitress comes back, will you order me a Vodka Soda with a lemon and a lime?”
“You got it, babe,” Mags said with a smile.
Over the week I’d become good friends with Luka and Mags, Drea too but especially Shaina. She worked at a booth behind mine. When we first met, we hit it off and had a lot in common. Although I did have breaks here and there in my schedule, my days had been pretty full. Bangs did a hell of a business. Drea had even asked me to cut her hair, which was an honor. She said that she always had the newbies cut her hair so that she could see what type of talent she’d hired. When I was done, she had pulled me into her office and gushed over what a fantastic job I had done. She had made a drastic change going from shoulder length hair to a short dramatic inverted bob. The look suited her. She truly was stunning.
In the bathroom, I realized I had started my period and thank fuck for that. After the bastard forced himself on me, I realized that he hadn’t covered his dick. I wasn’t late, but I was still more grateful than I had ever been for anything in my life. I finished doing my business and made my way back out to the bar.