She jerks as if she’s been shocked and this time, she swallows back tears of longing.
I know what it’s like to want something you can’t have.
I’ve been staking this place for three weeks now andsheis officially that.
Maybe the stakes are different for me. I get the feeling this is a long-ass crush she’s fighting, but that’s the joy of being Irish—I kissed the Blarney Stone when I was born and Cindy Davis is about to be bombarded with Irish charm.
Sure, she might get my ass killed, but some women are worth burning for, and Cindy Davis is exactly that.
So I’ll make my retreat, stalk her pretty ass until I know every single one of her secrets, and when she’s ripe for the plucking, that’s when I’ll make my move.
This filthy little Disciple has no idea what she just unleashed upon herself, and I can’t goddamn wait to watch the orgasm hit her pretty eyes when she realizes that Irish checks American every.
Fucking.
Time.
1
CINDY
LOS ANGELES – CALIFORNIA
“Cindy?”
A light tap on the bathroom stall has my eyes darting to the door.
I take a deep sigh and slowly exhale.
“Coming.”
“Honey, I don’t want to be an ass, but we’re slammed. Hurry up.” Joy, my fellow waitress and good friend, taps once more on the door then leaves with a muttered, “Christ.”
“Okay, pull your shit together,” I whisper, unlocking the door so I can head over to wash my hands.
With a groan, I take in my reflection in the large mirror.
You ever have one of those days where you just shouldn’t get out of bed? Where it’d be better to crawl back under the sheets and hope tomorrow sucks less than today?
That’s my day.
One little thing after another led to me hiding in the bathroom because I. Hate. People.
“God.”
It’s a declaration, a prayer, and a curse.
I turn off the water and spin on my heel to grab a paper towel. Irritatingly enough, I even tried to fix myself up today. I straightened my hair then added beach waves and everything. What a waste of time.
Maybe I’m just hormonal? Because yesterday I was fine. I even went to a meeting, shared and everything.
Then today happened because Joy wasn’t wrong about us being slammed, and I want a Valium to take the edge off. Maybe even a Percocet for my lower back pain. Geez, I hope I’m not getting another ruptured cyst. It’s happened before, so the question is… why freakin’ not today?
I glance toward the door, straightening my shoulders and chanting, “Couple more hours.”
I swing the door open, only to have the packed diner burst upon me. There isn’t an empty seat in the place. I glance over at theAvengerstable—all our tables have movie themes—and of course they need service when this is thelastone I want to wait on.
Fucking Disciples.