On Every Street

On Every Street by Karina Halle

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said, banging the hood. It groaned in response, all chipped paint and rust. He gave it a glance and raised his brows at me.
    “Beautiful girl, ugly truck. You’re a high contrast woman,” he said. “I like it.”
    A stupid grin broke across my face which I quickly recovered from. I thought I was a good con artist, but apparently you put a hot man in front of me and all my instincts go to shit. I could barely remember to breathe a sigh of relief at the fact he hadn’t noticed my truck lurking outside Travis’s. Instead, all I could think about was how he had just taken a step toward me, very little space remaining between us.
    I instinctively held my breath as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers were precise and warm, soothing and invigorating all at once. I closed my eyes , enjoying the foreign sensation. How little I had been touched in my life.
    I felt him lean in, catching a whiff of his cologne that smelled like musk and tea and made my insides glow. He placed his soft lips on my cheek, letting them linger there for one hot, wet moment, before trailing his mouth over to my ear.
    “Good night,” he whispered slowly, deliberately, in my ear, his breath making the hairs on my neck stand up.
    Then he pulled his lips away, gave me a polite nod and said, “Get home safe. I’ll call you tomorrow morning.”
    I watched, stunned and surprisingly turned on as he walked confidently away to his GTO that was parked at the other end of the lot. He got in, beeped his horn, then roared out of the parking lot.
    This little angel was definitely going to get her wings dirty.
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
    My sleep was restless. I tossed and turned all night, my brain thinking those non-thoughts” that existed between dreaming and consciousness. I kept seeing images of Javier, the feeling of his lips on my fingers, his mouth at my ear. I saw Tom and his ugly face. I remembered fear. I recalled conflict. When I drifted off, my dreams were all the same. I was falling and falling with no one to hear my screams.
    It was eleven in the morning when Javier called me and I felt like I’d just gotten to sleep only a few hours before. In my half-awake state, I almost balked when he called me Eden over the phone. But everything came back to me with a hit of clarity. The lie. The con. The fact that it didn’t matter how Javier had made me feel so far, the point of all of this was to use him. I couldn’t forget that.
    Our conversation was brief and I wondered if he picked up on my aloofness over the phone. I had to tread a very fine line between protecting myself and leading him on. I needed to do both and I wasn’t too sure how. But if I was acting different, he wasn’t. He was as sharp a nd suave as before and told me he’d be picking me up at three. It was kind of early for a date, but I hadn’t been on too many, so I wasn’t one to question it.
    Still, the whole situation was making me feel off-balance which in turn made me feel uncomfortable. I need advice and guidance. I quickly rang Gus.
    “Everything okay?” were his first words.
    I breathed a sigh of relief at his familiar voice. It grounded me in this apartment that still felt so strange and cold.
    “Yes, everything is fine. I just wanted to check in.”
    Pause. “Oh, well I’m glad you did. That makes me feel good. So everything is fine?”
    “Well yeah. So far anyway. I got a job!”
    “A legitimate one? I never got the reference check.”
    I walked over to the window and opened up the blinds. It was a gorgeous, sunny day ; it’s too bad the surroundings were so urban and boring. I was starting to miss the open desert.
    “It’s legit but I guess they didn’t need to make the call. I looked hot enough, that’s all you need. Though you also need balls of steel.”
    “Rough night?”
    “Yeah, my first shift.” I went on to explain what happened, conveniently leaving out Javier till the end.
    “Um,” I started, peering down

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