Otherwise Occupied (Evan Arden 2) - Page 67

“So, what the hell?”

“I always fuck hookers.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Do you always dress them up like they spend half their lives at Saks for a night on the town?”

I glared at her.

“What difference does that make?” I leaned back on the stool and folded my arms across my chest. “If I’m paying for her, what the fuck difference does it make what I do with her?”

“You are such a man.” She tossed her hands up and started walking away.

“Well, yeah!” I called back. “You want to check out my dick?”

She looked quickly over to Patrick, her manager, to make sure he wasn’t looking in her direction, flipped me off, and then moved to the far end of the bar to serve someone else. Bridgett came back, and I never did get the chance to ask Michele what she was going on about.

Bridgett and I still spent a couple hours at 676 just talking and hanging out. At some point we moved over to the more comfortable chairs near the windows overlooking Michigan Avenue. I put my arm around Bridgett’s shoulders, and we watched the traffic go by. When the fascination with the view seemed to have waned, I took her by the hand and led her back downstairs to the valet.

Bridgett was quiet as we drove back to my place and continued her silence as we parked the car, went up to the apartment, and then took Odin out for a walk around the park. Though technically closed in the later hours of the night, we made our way over to the dog run where I could let Odin off his leash so he could run around a bit.

I leaned against the fence at one side of the park and tried to ignore the beeping sounds from the parking garage behind me. Ever since the day the damn garage went in, the electronic warning signal when the parking garage door went up had been driving me nuts. When the balcony door was open, I could hear it from the living room.

I glared at the large metal door as the wind from the lake picked up and blew some trash down the street. Bridgett shivered and pulled the shawl tighter around her shoulders. Reaching out, I took her by the waist and pulled her back against my chest. My lips found her neck as I began to remember the feeling of her tight ass gripping my shaft. My hand moved from her hip to her stomach and then farther up to palm her tit.

Odin raced from one shrub to the other, watering and fertilizing as he went.

“Did you have a good time?” I whispered into her ear.

Bridgett nodded quickly.

My tongue flicked out over her skin.

“You look so good tonight,” I told her. “I thought I might have to kill one of the guys at the bar for staring at you.”

She stiffened and took a step away from me. Her hands pushed at my arms until I let go of her, and she moved out of my reach.

“What are you doing, Evan?” Bridgett turned and glared up at me with tears streaming down her face. “What the fuck is this, huh? What happened to all that ‘it’s just fucking’ garbage? Is that what this is?”

She ripped the bracelet from her wrist and shook it at me.

“You going to fuck me with this?”

I took a half step back as my insides began to feel as if they were slipping down into my feet, leaving the top half of me cold.

“I just…I thought since you…” I stopped and shook my head to clear it. “You took care of me when I was sick – I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” she scoffed. “Why did you even have that guy come and get me, huh? What made you think I’d come and take care of you, Evan?”

Another half step backwards and I hit my back on the fence. The tension that immediately flowed through my body was familiar and frightening. Bridgett was too close to me to get around her effectively, and I couldn’t turn and jump the fence without hitting her in the process.

I looked up towards the skyline to try to free my head of the enclosed feeling, but it was a cloudy night and I couldn’t see any open space. There were high rise buildings all around us.

The closed-up feeling increased, and then the fucking parking garage door began to beep again.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I growled at her. “You said you had a good time!”

“I did have a good time!” she yelled back at me. “Don’t you see? That’s the problem!”

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