Wild Nights(4)

He turned around and smiled. “My pleasure.”

His back which was covered in even more tattoos, was quickly removed from sight as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

I redressed as fast as I could and grabbed his hand to lead him out of the motel room. His calloused hands wandered around my body, copping one last feel around my breasts before the night was to end.

As we passed through the kitchenette and living area, I noticed two dark shadows outside the door.

 “Oh, my God. Who is that?” I asked.

 “Some friends of mine,” Blaze replied, ignoring my obvious concern.

“From your motorcycle gang?” I asked.

“I guess you could say that,” he smirked. “What’s the big deal?”

 “No, I’m sorry. The night is over. My co-workers are sleeping next door. I have to work tomorrow. You guys have to leave.” My voice began to waver. I hoped he couldn’t hear the fear in my voice. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Various worst case scenario scenes flew through my mind as I imagined his fellow biker buddies busting through the door at any minute.

Blaze reached over and unlatched the door in an attempt, I hoped, to leave. Instead one of the murky shadows reached towards the handle to let himself in.

 “No, I’m sorry, you all need to go,” I gently pushed Blaze towards the door. This night, which was hot and amazing two minutes ago, was now turning into what could easily become a garish nightmare.

Two men walked inside and stood in the doorway with a case of Busch Light. They exchanged looks with Blaze, who had a strange grin on his face. The grin I once found sexy, I now found terrifying.

The men each wore the same leather jacket that Blaze wore. They were definitely from his motorcycle club. They exchanged looks with Blaze before each giving me a once-over.

 “What’s going on in there? It’s one in the morning,” Tess, my co-worker, had awoken from her sleep from next door and yelled through the thin wall between us.

 “They were just leaving,” I yelled back in the sternest voice I could manage.

The men looked around and Blaze nodded towards the door. He leaned down and kissed my cheek on his way out. It sent a shiver down my spine. “I’ll be back for more soon, baby.”

With that, Blaze was gone. I reached over and tried to use the hook and loop lock on the door. There was a hook but no loop to be found. I reached down and clicked the lock on the screen door handle, then tested the door by jiggling the handle. The door swung wide open.

 “Shit,” I said out loud.

I closed the wooden door to the motel room and locked the handle. It worked.

 A wave of relief came over me, and I sat down on the edge of the bed to try and unwind.

I saw a shadow standing outside the window next to the door. I crept up to the window and peeked out from behind the curtain. I could see the back of a man, who I assumed was one of the men Blaze had allowed into the motel room. I looked out into the parking lot and saw Blaze and his other friend leaning against their cycles smoking cigarettes. I could hear them laughing about something, but couldn’t make out any words.

I felt paralyzed for a moment. Part of me wanted to run to grab my cell phone and call the police, but the other part of me was afraid that if I took my eyes off this guy he would pop open the lock on the door and it would all be over from there. I worried that they wanted something and they weren’t planning to leave until they got it.

A jolt of adrenaline rushed through my veins, and I made a mad dash around my messy room in an attempt to find my phone. I flipped on the light and searched through the mess on the floor for my handbag. I scrounged for my phone and dialed 9-1-1.

I walked back out towards the front window and peeked outside. The man was gone. I peered out into the parking lot once more, but Blaze, his other friend, and their motorcycles had vanished as well. I hung up my phone.





CHAPTER 2





I decided to crash with the lights and TV on in case the men tried to come back again. Any ounce of post-coital ecstasy I had earlier had completely dissipated. I found myself on high alert. I knew I’d pay for it tomorrow at the trade show, but I was more concerned about my safety.

At some point in the night I dozed off into dreamland, waking up sporadically for the few hours that followed. At six, I heard Tess and Raquel moving about in their respective rooms getting ready for our tradeshow.

 “Come on, let’s get breakfast downstairs,” Raquel yelled from outside the door. “You need to wake up and get moving.”

I brushed my teeth and threw my hair back into a low chignon and changed into some normal clothes. As I followed them down to the continental breakfast, I began to remember the night before. What the hell was I thinking?