Page 7 of Queenpin
Chapter 3
Mason
Did I seriously just get the job? I’m in fucking shock. I have no idea what just happened or why she hired me without even tasting my food.
As I clean up my mess and box the food, I have a sudden feeling that shit is about to change dramatically. Am I cooking tonight? What is going on? I’m so confused.
By the time I leave the room, I have my food boxed and I already have it in my mind to take it to the homeless shelter. Well, I should say my new home if I don’t get this position to last.
Trina is waiting for me at the edge of the doorway with an envelope. “Please have this signed before you come back.” Her words are meant to be business-like, but they sound as if she purred them.
“Yeah, thanks,” I pour on a little charm and watch as she saunters away from me.
As I walk through the hall, I pass Lucian’s office. I notice that there is a large Latino man leaning against her desk and has his hands on her shoulder. I’m a fucking dumbass for thinking she was attractive. I mean, the woman has a body that was built for sex. Trina has a body that is built for a teenage boy who just looked at his dad’s Playboy.
I like my women… women.
Before I realize that I have been staring at Lucian for an awkward amount of time, her friend addresses me. “Yo, you got a problem?” He growls and looks at me with hate in his eyes.
“Raul, it’s okay. He’s the temporary cook for tonight. You will meet him at the party. Shouldn’t you be going home now?” She directs the question to me, I fight the urge to salute her.
I nod and walk fast away. What the fuck is happening to me? Why am I allowing this woman so much power over me? It doesn’t make any sense. There is something about Lucian that makes me want to please her. Fuck, I need to please her for some reason. It’s driving me crazy.
Just like with that bar skank last night, when she started to boss me around, I couldn’t move quick enough to please her, obey her. Am I losing my edge? When did I become some weak pussy who can't even stand up to a woman?
Criticizing myself on my walk towards the homeless shelter, I begin to formulate a plan to get Lucian out of my mind. I’m just going to have to ignore her at all costs. It’s obvious that she’s one tough broad but she’s sexy with all of her confidence. I just…Fuck. I don’t know.
The lady that runs the take-ins for the homeless shelter is actually an ex of mine. We dated for about six months last year. Her name is Sheila and she’s a beautiful person inside and out, but I had to break it off with her. For some reason, every time we had sex, I had to jack off afterwards. No matter what, she laid on the bed like a wet blanket. There wasn’t much to her.
Sheila has been trying to get back together with me to the point where she shows up at my apartment. I found it funny when she tried to hit on Andrew at a bar to get back at me. Despite her lame attempt on making me jealous, I still think she’s a great person.
Plus, the homeless people need food too. I hate wasting food. Food is such an expensive commodity now-a-days and it kills me to throw it away.
When I was learning how to cook, I ate a couple of the burned meals to make sure it didn’t go to waste. It really bothers me.
And it could also be the fact that I don’t have a lot of money as it is and buying food to throw it away is cutting into the little profit I do have.
Sheila has big brown eyes and long brown hair that is always wavy, but her lips are what attracted me to her in the first place. They are like pillows that are begging anyone to kiss the shit out of them. DSL.
“What’s up, Mason?”
I embrace her as she stands up to hug me and I hug her tighter. The thing about Sheila is that her skin is always so fucking soft. “Hey. Just dropping some food off.”
She steps out of the hug and grabs the food from me. I watch as she opens the lid and takes a deep sniff. “Mexican. My favorite.”
I chuckle and she giggles because we both know that she loves Mexican food. She’s second generation from Mexico and she would eat the food every day if she could. “I brought that for the homeless, not for you, Sheila.”
A long red nail taps her bottom lip and she smirks, “What did you bring me?” She purrs.
My dick jumps a little, but I tamper him down. I’m not fucking Sheila again. That would be like knowing there is a murderer outside and you answer the door with a gun in your hand. It’s asking for trouble. Andrew warned me so many times that she was a little crazy, but I didn’t believe him.
Abort! Abort!
“Come on, She… You know we can’t hook up again. It’s not that I don’t want to, but we want two different things. Anyways, I need to get going. Have a good one.” Leaving the food, I walk out and right into the man that was in Lucian’s office.
He grunts and pulls me off of his body with a satisfactory groan. “What are you doing on this side of town?”
Confused, I let out a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?” I’m right by the office. It’s not as if I have stepped over some imaginary jurisdictional line or something.
