Page 17 of Taming the Bear
I shake my head and then give side eyes. “You know that you’re probably going to get your ass kicked if you keep up with that analogy?”
Jen has bright purple hair with blue highlights through it. I love that she is a hairdresser because that means I get my hair done for free or pretty close to it. Plus, she’s an awesome colorist. Her blue eyes are twinkling with mischief in the light from the restaurant and I know I’m about to be grilled. Unlike me, she’s shorter with a small build. I joke and call her a Polly Pocket from being so tiny.
She shrugs and then tosses her hair to the side. She immediately digs her fingers in my hair and then begins examining the roots. “We need to get you in for a touchup.”
“Actually, I want to go this pretty red I saw the other day,” I don’t give her anything more than that. She’s a huntress who will tackle anyone for information.
Jen giggles and then pulls me into the restaurant. “I’m hungrier than a hippo and I’m ready to eat more food than I can possibly eat because you’re buying it for me.”
Thank fucking god that Joe paid me some of the money upfront or this would be a bad situation. “Yeah, yeah. I mean it. I want you to put out. Like give me head.”
“Sure, sure.”
“How many?” The hostess with dark black hair that almost looks blue asks us. She’s been here for a while and I know her name is Alexis. I’ve heard through the grapevine that she’s going to school to be a veterinarian. “Oh hey, Jen and Chantal!”
“Hey, chica,” I say to her and then follow her as she leads us to a table. “We’re hungry. Who’s cooking tonight?”
“Yeah! We’re wasting away! You can see my ribs,” Jen quips and I pinch her arm. “Hey! That’s fucking rude!”
Alexis laughs her little fairy laugh and then sits us at a table. “Don’t worry. I’m familiar with her antics! Bill’s cooking tonight.”
“Yes!” Both Jen and I say at the time.
Bill is the owner of the restaurant and he’s an amazing cook. He was one of those chef prodigies that everyone talks about on Ellen or whatever. He makes phenomenal lobster and everything else here.
George, Bill’s son, comes up to the table to take our orders. I think it’s funny how they keep treating us like we are new because we order the same time every damn time we come.
“Hey, Chantal,” he says playfully and winks at me. He’s a cute guy and I’m pretty sure he’s my age. But, I’m interested in a broody biker that makes my insides flutter.
“Hey, George. How are you?” I ask in an attempt to make polite conversation. I really don’t care. I just want my food.
Jen giggles and then jumps in. “George, we are starving. You know? We’ve been at it all day and we need sustenance ASAP if we are going to be fucking all night again. She totally had me bent over the backseat of the car and was fucking me in the ass-”
“Jen!” I yell at her to shut her up before she can continue. This girl watches way too much porn and has too active of an imagination.
My mouth drops open at her forward remark but she just raises her eyebrows at him and he runs away. “Do you have to do that to him? He’s probably jacking off in our wine right now!” I comment.
“Oh well. Just giving him something to put in the spank bank,” she raises her eyebrows a couple of times in an attempt to let me know what she’s talking about.
“I know what a spank bank is!” I remark and bare my teeth at her in a sign of intimidation. She laughs at my attempt.
“Well,” she says but stops when George brings us back out wine. His face is beet red and he runs from the table. “Speaking of spank banks, who is tickling your kitty?”
“My kitty?” I question her and then take a big gulp of wine. Shit, I’m going to need the whole bottle during this conversation.
Jen winks at me and then dives for the bread in front of her. “You know, who’re you fucking right now?”
I shake my head and then immediately regret coming to dinner. She’s insane. “I worry about you. Please tell me you don’t do little kids’ hair. Those kids will need therapy.”
She shrugs and takes a big bite of bread. “Well, they should know. I mean, what do you say about me again? No filter or whatever.”
“I’m not fucking anyone. I’m busy working on an assignment right now. It’s very consuming and I’ve signed a non-compete clause.” I’m lying but I can’t have her asking me questions about this because I will totally tell her everything.
The Bear
The ride is long and very frustrating. Even though I’m doing what I love, getting wind therapy and all of that, I keep thinking about Chantal.
For the first time in years, I almost wanted to say fuck it and stay with Chantal. There’s something about her that just calms me and makes me feel… God damn it. The only thing that comes to mind is alive. Plus, her little body and that pink hair keep flashing through my mind like a reel of tape. The things I want to do to her sexually and every other possible way imagined also play through my mind.
