Chapter 38: No Names
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The sun slapped Max hard in the face as he opened his eyes. It's stark hands reached out from a crack in the ugly maroon and green curtains to take the sight from his eyes. He groaned and rolled away. The empty space beside him still felt warm from the girls body and he remembered. A cocky grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. From one side of the room he could hear the shower running.
Max stretched and pushed himself up. For a moment he stood staring at his twin in the mirror. It tried to tell him something but he ignored it. Stepping over the red leather purse he grabbed his boxers from the floor.
Something nudged him, tickled his brain.
He ignored it.
Max whipped his jeans off the couch and slid into them.
/Nudge, nudge./
He ignored it.
Now he searched for his shirt. Not on the couch, not on the sink, not under the bed... He found it on the bathroom sink.
/Don't remember being here/ Max thought. /Wait, yes I do./
He touched the wet spot on the back of his pants from when he bumped up against the
faucet. The little squares of soap and bottles of face wash lay in disarray all over the sink.
/Nudge, nudge. /
He still ignored it.
As he prepared to put his shirt on the door to the bathroom opened. Out from the smoke emerged the beautiful blond. On her head she wore his hat, and only the white hotel towel covered her body. Her golden skin glistened from the water.
Max licked his lips and tossed his shirt on the bed.
Her red lips parted into a broad smile as she approached him, "Hey cowboy, where you missing this?" She flipped the hat off her head and dropped it onto his.
He grinned his crooked grin. As he leaned against the counter she glided over to one side of the bed. The towel dropped to the floor.
Max's grin widened.
"So I never got your name." He stated.
The girl turned, now partially cover with her black lacey bra and thong. She slinked up to him and ran the back of her long red finger nails lightly across his chest. Her lips neared his but then she pulled away.
"I thought last night you said no names." She pulled her red dress over her curves and then her hands rested on her hips.
"That's right, no names." He pushed off the counter and circled around behind her. "Just call it, curiosity," he said in a low raspy whisper.
She bent down and picked up her shoes and purse, then slithered to the door. Over her shoulder she smiled and said, "No names."
/Nudge, nudge. /
/Go away/ he thought.