Page 104 of Bazooka
Bazooka appeared in front of me, wet and naked, apart from a towel wrapped around his hips.
“Jesus Christ, Luz,” he said, lowering his gun. “I could have shot you. What were you thinking?”
“I got sc-cared,” I stammered, still unable to move. “I thought you were in dan-danger.”
“Fucking hell,” Bazooka muttered, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me inside. “Are you okay? Can you breathe?”
“I’m f-fine,” I whispered as he poured me a glass of water from the tap.
“Here, drink this,” he said, handing me the glass. “It will help with the shock.”
I did what he said, looking around. The place seemed the same as when I left it, but one thing was clear—it definitely needed curtains.
“Thank you,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Stay here.”
He left the room, only to return dressed in a T-shirt and sweats that hugged his crotch in a way that made me want to attack it. Was a citizen’s arrest still a thing? Unaware of my dilemma, Bazooka opened the fridge.
“I have sparkling water and tequila,” he said, looking at me questioningly.
I could definitely use some liquid courage.
“Tequila, please.”
He filled two glasses with tequila as I started yapping, because… nerves. I was fucking entitled.
“Um… I was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by. I mean… You told me I could, so I did. With my bodyguard. I didn’t bring him here, of course. He just drove me here. I heard you had a day off, so…”
“You heard?” he said, walking up to me and handing me my glass.
I took it, trying to hide my nervousness.
“Yeah, erm… Jordan mentioned it. I think.”
“You think?” Bazooka said, sounding amused. Was he laughing at me?
I was about to ask him that when he leaned against the wall and looked at me. I swallowed hard, feeling as if I were under a microscope. Everything around me faded into the background. I could feel charged energy between us, crackling like two power lines placed together. There was something about his stance that gave me pause. The way he stared at me was… intense.
“Why are you here?” He asked me a legitimate question.
Why was I here? To get fucked, of course. And because I couldn’t live without him. Neither of these answers was a smart answer, so I tried to think of one.
“Um… I thought we could hang out. Go to the beach, maybe. Grab lunch somewhere… or something like that.”
He cocked his eyebrows. “You mean, like a date?”
I opened my mouth to deny it when a thought crossed my mind. Maybe he wanted it to be a date. No. No way. But still…
The shadow of a doubt made me stupider than I usually was.
“Do you want to go on one?” I squeaked.
His eyes slid down my body, and for a moment, he looked as if he was about to bite into a big, juicy steak.
“No, to both the beach and lunch,” he said, smirking. “Double no to the date.”
I ignored a pang of disappointment in my chest, trying to appear unaffected.
