Page 17 of Cookies and Cream
All I can do is giggle at my horny boyfriend. But we both know I’m down to be dessert.
THIRTEEN
A LONG NIGHT
SIMON
The bar has been busy all night, not that I’m complaining. Busy equates to more money, and the point of being an entrepreneur is making money for yourself. The band we have performing has its own following, and they brought a huge crowd. I will definitely book them in the future.
The night has been great, except my sweetheart had to work late. Layla has been stressed at her job lately, and she’s decided that leaving would be the best thing. The problem is, like most people, she wants another job before she leaves, but she doesn’t know what she wants to do. I just want her to be happy no matter what she decides to do.
When I hear somebody calling my name over the cheers of the crowd and band, I turn around. Erin is smiling from ear to ear as she wildly waves. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen Erin in here. I thought she finally gave up, but with the way she’s looking now, I doubt it.
“Hey, Erin. What can I get, cha?” I ask as I push the tap to finish pouring two beers and hand them to another customer.
“How about a Heineken and an order of loaded French fries.”
I nod, give her the drink, and put her order of fries in for the kitchen. I stay busy, but every once in a while, I can feel someone staring at me. Whenever I look, it’s Erin there smiling. I ignore her until her fries come out, and I give them to her. I head to the opposite end of the bar to switch places with Freddie.
I eventually lose track of Erin’s watchful gaze, and not long after, I see that she’s nowhere to be found. I don’t think about her again until Freddie comes over once it slows down at the bar.
“Where did stalker Barbie go? She didn’t pay her check.”
“What? Shit. Oh well, at least it will give me a reason to ban her. Her staring is starting to creep me out a little.”
“A little? Man, listen, make sure you keep an eye on your pet rabbit because she looks like the type that will boil him in a pot.”
“Man, what the hell are you talking about?” I look at Freddie like he’s crazy.Because he is!
“Dude! You’ve never seen that movie, Fatal Attraction? You need to see that shit. I’m pretty sure you’re getting an up close and personal account of it, though. Cause that chick’s elevator don’t go all the way to the top floor.”
“I forgot about that damned movie.” I shake my head because Freddie is right. Erin’s eyes were looking particularly crazed today. I don’t normally call people crazy, but I have a reason when it comes to Erin.
When she first started coming around, I thought she was harmless. I would flirt because I flirt with everybody. It’s a part of my charm. However, Erin took it as a hint that I wanted more. She started popping up wherever I was. I would see her everywhere; the gym, gas station, and grocery store. I started to get suspicious, so I had one of the bartenders check her id so I could find out her address. She lived on the other side of town, nowhere near me or the bar, for that matter.
When I caught her outside of my house, I confronted her. She claimed to be at her friend’s house, after that I only saw her when she came into the bar. But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t still following me, I just didn’t catch her again. I thought she’d found someone else to be infatuated with, even though she would still come to the bar and make crazy comments, like asking when we would go on a date or get married. I just assumed she was socially awkward. After all, I never saw her with anybody, not even friends.
“Hey, grab Sal if you need some help. I’m going to call Layla,” I holler at Freddie.
“Tell Laylay I said heeey!” Freddie calls after me. I throw a scowl over my shoulder and keep walking toward my office.
I’m already dialing Layla when I open my office door. However, I don’t know if she picks up the call or not because I damned near drop the phone when I see Erin lying across my desk naked as the day she was born.
“What the hell are you doing in here? Where are your clothes!” I am yelling, and I never yell.
I freeze my steps before I can get completely inside of my office. Although I instinctively want to find a blanket and throw it over her, I don’t want to get any closer to Erin.
“Who cares where my clothes are. You have a sexy ass naked woman waiting for you.”
Erin sits up and spreads her legs to show off her vagina. I turn my head and start backing up. I want no parts of this foolishness. This chick has gone too far. I’m gonna have to get a restraining order on her ass.
“I care!I need you to get dressed and get out of my bar. Now!” I raise my voice even louder.
“I’ll run out of here screaming that you raped me. Unless you…”
“What the fuck! You think you can blackmail me into fucking you?” I run my fingers through my hair. “This bitch really is Glen Close reincarnated, and Glen Close ain’t even dead,” I mumble.
“I’ll kill you! You can’t treat me like this! I will kill you!” Erin screams, but she doesn’t get off the desk.