Rock Chick Revolution
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But what a lot of newbies didn’t do was what he did next.
He turned back and looked at Tex.
“I’m gonna say, you scare me. But I’m also gonna say, this lady’s right.” He tipped his head to Annie and lifted his white paper cup with its cardboard holder. “This coffee is unbelievable. And last I’m gonna say, good luck tomorrow and congratulations. I’ve been married for fifteen years and every day I wake up next to my wife and feel lucky. I wish for you that you feel the same.”
Everyone stared at him except Tex.
He boomed, “What’s your name?”
“Barry.”
“When you come back, I’ll remember you.”
Then Tex turned his attention to making Annie’s coffee.
I pressed my lips together and looked at Indy, Jet and Annie who were all pressing their lips together and doing the same thing.
This was because Tex just paid Barry the highest compliment he could give a customer.
And we all knew why.
Because Tex already felt that lucky.
It was just that tomorrow, he was making it official.
* * * * *
“Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
It was post-Fortnum’s, post-stripper class and pre-going out with Vance that night (an appointment that started very late, and one that Ren knew about but luckily had no comment).
I was in a sexy, clingy, back and cle**age-baring, halter-neck LBD and stilettos. Ren was in a suit. And we were on our first official date.
We not only had plenty of time to enjoy it, we had time to get home and have sex before I had to go out and meet Vance.
And it had been perfect.
The whole night.
Perfection.
We were on the sun terrace at Plato’s, an upscale steak and seafood joint on the second floor of a building on Sixteenth Street Mall. We had a table tucked in the corner of the terrace by the railing and behind a big plant that I was certain by the greeting the hostess gave Ren that included her using a “Mr. Zano” in a familiar way, Ren had arranged for us.
It was private and romantic, but still, the lights and hustle and bustle of Sixteenth Street mall made the air seem alive and our view was amazing.
And it was awesome to sit there in the warm May air with Ren looking hot, and knowing the way his eyes were hot on me, he thought I looked the same.
We were finished and the waitress had just slid the leather thingie with his credit card on the table, which meant we were close to the highly anticipated sex portion of the evening.
We’d eaten steak and lobster, shared a slice of rich dark chocolate cheesecake, and drank champagne. The whole time we sat kitty corner to each other.
Close.
This allowed Ren to touch my thigh, my hip, and me to wind my calf around his. It also meant we could lean into each other, Ren holding my hand high, our elbows on the table, my knuckles close to his lips, me having his full attention.
We were living together, committed to each other and our future, and this was our first official date.
That was weird.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t the best date I ever had.
Bar none.
Then again, maybe it was because we were living together and committed to each other that made it that way.
Mostly, though, I figured it was because Ren was hot, sweet and so totally into me.
And I was in love.
Ren let my hand go to deal with the bill, but the minute he was finished tucking his wallet into his suit jacket that was slung on the back of his chair, he grabbed my hand again and, both our elbows to the table, he leaned in and put it to his lips.
His eyes came to mine.
“Ready to go home?”
I was. So ready.
I was also looking forward to doing the ride along with Vance. Still, I was hoping it wouldn’t last long so I could come home, wake up Ren, and continue the sex portion of the date.
I didn’t say this, though.
Instead I noted, “You didn’t get to Twenty Questions for Ally.”
Ren grinned. He rubbed my knuckles against his full lower lip, his eyes warmed and my happy place convulsed.
“I decided against twenty questions, baby. Findin’ I’m likin’ the surprises you give me.”
And I liked that.
I leaned closer. “Tonight was a great night, Ren. The best.” My voice dipped quiet. “Thank you, baby.”
His eyes got even warmer when he replied, “You’re welcome, honey.”
That was when I got even closer and whispered, “And last night was exactly what I needed. Thank you for that, too.”
“Anytime, Ally,” he whispered back.
“Ally?”
This came from behind us and we both turned our heads, Ren not letting go of my hand, and I saw Zach Gilligan standing there.
Shit.
Zach looked disbelieving.
He also looked angry.
Shit.
I hadn’t seen him since that night at Club. I had seen Helen, and I knew she was now with another guy, this one nice, cool and, big bonus, not a cokehead.
“Jesus, Ally,” he clipped, moving into our serene romantic secluded spot in a way that made my back go straight, Ren’s hand tighten in mine and the air around us turn heavy. Zach ignored all this and leaned deep into me. “You know, that was five hundred dollars-worth of product you made me drop in the john.”
Before I could say anything, Ren ordered, “Step back.”
Zach completely ignored Ren and kept his angry attention on me. “And Helen kicked me out. I was this close,” he held a thumb and forefinger half an inch apart, about double that away from my face, and I felt the air turn stifling, “from asking her to marry me.”
Again, before I could retort, and I had some doozies, Ren got there.
“Get your hand outta my woman’s face,” he growled.
Zach, apparently not feeling or not understanding the vibe in the air or the tone of Ren’s voice, turned his head to him.
“Fuck off,” he snarled at Ren. “Got something to say to this bitch.”
That was when it happened. And it happened so quickly, if I had blinked, I would have missed it.
And what happened was that Ren let my hand go and his shot up and out. He cupped the back of Zach’s head and slammed him face first, fast and hard enough to make a sickening thud, into our table.
His fingers gripping Zach by the hair, he pulled him back. Zach blinking and his nose bleeding, Ren brought him to within an inch of his face.
“That’s a start,” Ren whispered scarily, “Do you get me?”
“Yeah man, yeah,” Zach replied quickly.
“You see her again, you don’t know her. You get that?”