Pay Me, I'm Yours

Chapter 12 - They Call Me Ass Kicker

Chapter 12 - They Call Me Ass Kicker

Gale knocked on my door at exactly 8 o'clock.

"Come on Keira," he called out. "Let's go."

I opened the door and let Gale in, eyeing his blue plaid shirt and jeans. If I'm to be honest, he really looked like a model for Marlboro. Heading straight to the bed, he sat down and gave me a quizzical look. "You're still not dressed."

"I'm not going," I said shortly, locking the door. Considering the incident that happened earlier with Aubrey, I'm pretty sure that it's not gonna be safe if I come with them. Holing up in my cabin would be the smartest thing to do.

I grimaced at the thought.

"I thought you're gonna come."

I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. "Now I'm not."

"Did something happen?" I heard Gale ask. "Are you feeling sick?"

"I'm not in the mood for a night out, Gale."

"Alright. Let's spend the night here instead."

I opened my eyes in alarm. "What do you mean?"

"You said you don't wanna go out, right?" He bent his head and leaned it close to mine. "Honestly, this room is much more appealing compared to Buddy's. You look good enough to eat lying like that."

"You are not staying here," I said, pushing him away so I could sit up.

"Baby, it's either you come with me or we stay here."

"And what if I don't pick one?" I shot back.

Gale grinned wickedly. Tracing my face with his fingertips, he inched forward and gave me a soft kiss.

"All night long," he whispered, his words full of sensual promise.

I stared at him, caught in the magic of his green eyes. If I had a heart problem, I'm pretty sure that by now, I'd probably dead.

The air was filled with tension as we let the silence hang. Right at that moment, I understood why women make themselves stupid for him. If I wasn't the cautious type, I'll be left alone, pinning away for him.

This man really is a Tennessee Williams wet dream, don't you think? Dr. Hyde said, rearing his ugly head.

Not really.

Liar, he said. Like you don't want him to eat you up.

Stop messing with my head, doctor, I retorted, fighting the urge to fantasize about what could happen.

"Alright, I'll come with you," I said, turning away from his hot gaze.

He chuckled, definitely amused. "Great! You're going to love Buddy's. Everyone around here says it's the best—a real country bar."

"Like I care about that," I muttered, walking towards my closet and pulling out a white V-neck tees and skinny jeans. Holding it out for Gale to inspect, I asked. "Is this good enough?"

"Yep," he answered, smiling.

A few minutes later, I emerged out of the bathroom in my tees and jeans. I sat in my vanity table and quickly applied a light blush on my pale cheeks and lipgloss to add some color. When I was done, I stood up and grabbed my black Manolo Blahniks, strapping it on.

"Shall we?" I asked, standing up.

"Wait, you forgot something." Reaching out behind him, he pulled out a red cowboy hat that I haven't noticed earlier. He tossed it towards me. "Can you wear that, please?"