Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters except for Sandra in this chapter.
Bruce is definitely getting into dangerous territory. Read and see. As always, please review! Thanks!
In the corner, Sandra couldn't keep her eyes off of him. He was beautiful. Even though his hat was attempting to hide his face, she could still catch glimpses of it. His hazel eyes seemed so lost, so sad that it made her want to cry even though she knew nothing about him at all. When she caught him smiling her heart melted on the spot. He didn't seem the type to be hanging in a place like this. He was built enough to handle himself anywhere from the looks of him, but his face seemed too kind. Why come here? The only ones who come here are lost souls. She looked at her competition. There were about four of them in the club tonight, just waiting. They were all good looking enough, but some of the girls had regulars which meant steady money but a change was often needed. Monogamy was not in her bag unless…someone like him would save her from it all. She made sure her regular was not around as she crept up behind Bruce. Of course, Bruce, even though he was intoxicated, still knew she was there. He closed his eyes before she even said a word and breathed in her aroma. He allowed her to make the first move.
"Hi Hon. What are you doing tonight?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Bruce realized one thing. She was work for hire. Should he? I mean he wanted to, but was it right? As the question entered his mind, Bruce quickly reconsidered as the sound of something snapping could be heard. Flashes of how he beat the man and then snapped his neck entered his mind. Chills went down Bruce's back. Who was he to say what was right anymore? He was in darkness now.
He removed his hat and gazed up at her with a sly grin.
"Nothing. Why what do you have planned for me?"
She allowed her smile to grow even bigger revealing beautiful white teeth. Her brown eyes were soft almost as soft as her light brown skin.
"Do you want to leave here?" she asked him quietly.
Bruce nodded but even doing that made him feel quite dizzy.
"I seemed to have had too many drinks." he said while the room spun.
"I don't think I can drive."
She giggled. "Drive? Who said anything about driving?"
She looked at him quizzically suddenly realizing what he must be thinking and laughed,
"There is a hotel right across the street. It isn't a four star by any chance but it's cool."
Bruce nodded.
'By the way, "she asked, "What's your name?"
Bruce paid for his drink and stood up slowly.
"David."
She laughed again. He was really beginning to love its sound.
"Funny. You don't look like a David."
Bruce replied, "Maybe I'm not."
Sandra gave him another funny look and grabbed him by the hand.
So what's your name? Just as Sandra was about to reply Bruce heard
"Sandra, where do you think you're going?"
Sandra turned around. It was her regular.