Page 16 of Taming the Bear
With everyone gone, I sneak out of Joe’s room and then start walking down the hallway. I’m hungry and I haven’t eaten anything today.
Mmm. With everyone gone, that means I get to do a search of shit. And I mean, everyone is gone. Not even the slutty girls are here.
Part of being a P.I. means that I have to go through people’s shit and figure out what they are trying to hide. The first room that I come across has a big V.P. embossed on the door. I knock on it gently to see if anyone is in there. When there’s no answer, I try the knob. Finding that it is unlocked, I push the door open and am met with the messiest room I have ever seen. There’s clothes strewn all over the place plus used condoms. If I didn’t know any better, I would think it were a frat house or something.
I wade through all of the shit that is at the door and walk towards the bed. The bed is a decent sized one with silky sheets which makes me giggle. A biker wants silky sheets? That’s hilarious.
I listen to see if anyone is going to come through the door and when I don’t hear anything, I open the bedside table. Gross! Whomever’s room this is has a lot of fucking condoms. Who does he think he is? Hugh Hefner or something?
My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I pull it out to see a text from my best friend growing up. She’s one of those girls that always has something to say. I swear, you would probably think she was a slut from all of the guys she talks to.
JEN: what are you doing hooker? Craig said you’re not working or some shit?
ME: i’m on a new assignment. I will tell you about it later. Want to meet for dinner or something?
JEN: where are you staying at? I can come over
ME: I’m on assignment. Want to meet at Bubba’s?
JEN: sure, but you owe me an explanation
ME: what about dinner on me?
JEN: that works too. I’m thinking lobster
ME: i’m thinking you might have to put out
JEN: don’t tease me woman. See you in an hour at Bubba’s
Should I text Joe and let him know that I’m going out? Is that something that I’m supposed to do? Fuck if I know. Deciding that it would be the nice to do, I tap out a text.
ME: i’m going to dinner with my friend
JOE: be careful. See you in a bit
ME: you’re coming home today?
JOE: why, baby? You miss me?
ME: don’t flatter yourself
JOE: it’s okay. You go ahead and keep your secret
This man is like an emotional rollercoaster and I never know how I’m going to get off of it. Do I have the right to tell him I miss him? Is that considered to be really clingy and not attractive? To hell if I know! All I do know is that I do miss him and I can’t wait for his larger than life personality to be back. The clubhouse seems so empty without him and I feel empty without him as well.
I decide to leave this man’s room and go get ready to go to Bubba’s. Bubba’s is a fairly nice place with decent food and it happens to be Jen and my favorite restaurant.
I put on some makeup and then style my hair. Might as well look presentable. I plug in my curling iron in and then brush out my hair. After it beeps telling me that it’s hot enough, I go about curling my hair.
Thinking that I probably look all right, I unplug the curling iron and then slide my feet into some flip flops. With a quick look at the clock, I notice that I’m doing pretty good on time. I check my computer to make sure that all of trojans are cooperating and then I leave.
The empty clubhouse reminds me of a ghost town. There is literally no one in here. It’s making me a little nervous being here all by myself. What if someone breaks in or something? I don’t know where they keep guns or even if they have guns. I don’t know anything.
Stop it, Chantal! Just go and meet your friend.
Jen is waiting for me when I pull into the parking lot of the restaurant. The building is brick with trees that surround the whole building giving it a mysterious look. I’m happy that there isn’t a lot of cars in the parking lot because I’m starving!
“Hey, hooker!” Jen yells out at me after I park my car and get out. “It’s about fucking time! I’m becoming an Ethopian over here!”
