CHAPTER 4

“I'm not a whore.” I snort glaring at him.

“No one said you are.”

“Paying me for sex insinuates that.”

“Just wanna feel how a tomboy tastes like.”

“If you don’t need anything else, I will leave.” He is starting to irritate me.

“I need something else tomboy.”

“I’m Frankie sir. It’s on my tag.” I say showing him the name tag.

“I know. I can see that.” 

Some nerve he has.

“Good.” I turn to leave.

“Not done asking for what I need.”

“What!” I snap turning to look at him. I shouldn’t be rude at the customers but this one is really getting on my nerves. I’m trying to be nice to him.

Yeah. This is me being nice. When I decide to explode I will be fired so I rather play it cool.

“No way to talk to customers. I want you tomboy. Just one round and we will be done.”

“I’m not doing that.” I turn to leave again.

“Bring me water.” 

I shut my eyes trying not to snap at him. I open them, calm this time round and give him a smile.

“Right away.”

I walk to the counter and take a sharp breathe. He is so exasperating. Annoying. Irritating. Any word that you want to fix there.

“Any hope?” Tim asks propping his elbows on the counter.

“The dude is a jerk.”

“Why? Can’t crack that one?”

“I can but I don’t want to.”

“Why? You can win the bet.”

“He wants to pay me. I’m not a whore Tim.”

“Can’t see any difference with what you do.”

“You are a dickhead. Give me a bottle of water. He needs it.”

“Seems like you are going to be fixed on that table the whole day. Wait until the manager sees it.” He grins.

“Customers first. Isn’t that his policy?” I bat my eyelashes at him and walk to the table. I pour some water into a glass and place both the bottle and the glass on the table.

He smiles and takes out a pen from his t-shirt pocket. He takes out a piece of paper and raises his eyes to look at me.

“Is that all sir?”

“Nope.” He scribbles something on the paper and hands it to me, his mouth twitching with a slight smile. “Call me in case you need to hook up. That’s my number.”

I shake my head at him. “Don’t need this. It’s never going to happen.”

“Give me that paper.” He takes it from me and scribbles something else. “That’s my number and a room we can have fun in. Will be waiting for your call in the evening. I assume you are working day shift.”

I draw in a sharp breath trying not to glower at him. This is disrespectful. He might have the good looks but he needs to calm his balls down a bit. 

I’m not interested anymore. This is where my crush ends and it’s also where I say to hell with the bet. I can work for the hundred dollars and not have to sleep with an asshole. 

Yeah, he is one. The biggest we have in town. Probably the whole country.

And?

He is broke so he can’t offer much. 

Well?

You can’t come to have drinks at Lex and I should think you are rich. He is just some broke, rude douchebag who thinks he can have his way with girls by just giving them money. Peanuts I assume. I know his type. I have interacted with lots of them here. It’s not worth the struggle. I don’t want him to mess up with my body and waste my time.

“I will think about it.” I smile putting the piece of paper in my jeans. I know so well  that I’m not going to call him and I won’t show up at the address. Let him keep on dreaming. 

I walk away and stand at a corner waiting for other customers to show up. I don’t look at him again but I can feel his eyes on me. He can go screw himself. I’m better than this.

“You good?” Selina joins me.

“Yap.” I give her a smile.

“The guy at the corner needs to pay his bill.”

The broke dude of course.

“Can you attend to him please?”

“He wants it to be you. I offered but he said his waitress should do that.”

Geez!

He is something else.

“On it. Thanks Selina.” I walk to the counter biting my lip angrily. “The guy’s bill.”  

“You look mad.”

“You have no idea. It will get worse if you don’t shut the fuck up and give me the bill!” I snap at him.

I should probably go and rest. I don’t know why I accepted to stand in for Sera. She should be going through this not me.

“Calm down tommie.” He shakes his head and hands the bill to me.

“Next time don’t fucking keep me waiting.” I snap and walk to the infuriating customer trying to compose myself.

“Your bill sir.” I hand it to him.

“How much is it?” 

“Hundred dollars.” 

I should ask him whether he can’t read the figures on the bill but I decide to shush and get done with it. 

“Here.” He hands me hundred and fifty dollars.”

“It’s a hundred dollars.”

“That’s your tip for the 'good service.’ He emphasizes the last part using the quotes gestures. 

“I will be waiting for you.” He gives me a lopsided smile and stands. 

“Don’t count on it.” 

“I will. See you around.” He grins and walks out leaving a half bottle of tequila on the table.

Did he have to order for the whole bottle? I roll my eyes and clear the table.

“Good news Frankie.” Sera approaches me excitedly.

“What’s up? I thought you went home.” I place the bottle on the counter and look at her.

“Nope. Went to meet the dude was telling you about.”

“For a shag?”

“Nope. For a certain job. It can change our lives.”

“What do you mean by change our lives?”

“My life and yours. He has two openings. I recommended you to him and he is willing to take you too.”

“What type of work is that?”

“First tell me whether you are in.”

“I can’t decide without knowing what type of a job it is.”

“He is paying a fortune bitch. Just say yes and you will be rich as fuck. Go to vacations, get a decent place, get a decent meal and all the shit you have ever wanted.”

“I don’t know Sera. This feels like a dream.”

“It’s not.”

“Okay. Give me a hint about what it entails. I have to know about it before I get into a deal.”

“Just delivering stuff to some places.”

“What? Drugs? Don’t tell me it’s cocaine.”

“Nope. Of course not. You ain’t doing illegal drugs and what if you were. I’m sure I won’t miss a joint in your bag.”

“There is one but delivering illegal drugs is different. Don’t want trouble with the cops.”

“Relax. It’s not illegal.”

“Good. I’m in then.”

“Yeeey! That’s my girl.” She grins and takes a gulp  of the leftover tequila. 

“When do we start?”

“Will tell you. I will talk to him and get back to you. Can’t wait to make real money.”

“Same here Sera. Same here.” I nod my head and lean against the counter.

“You are my bitch. I got you covered.”

“Too much ghetto in you.” I laugh.

I hear a loud bhang outside and look at Sera.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yeah. It’s noth…”

She is interrupted by a scream.

“There is something.” I say running towards the door.

“Come back Frankie!” she runs after me.

“Help!” a woman screams pointing towards someone and I see a retreating figure.

Stone?

The hell?