Billy's Place
We headed in. My heart was pounding. I tried to tell it to shut-up…but it didn't listen. Part of me felt that I could trust Billy. Why would he lie about hurting me? He was Billy Darley. He didn't have to fake anything. Yet…there my heart was…pounding at a staggering rate.
I looked around. I was not sure what I expected. Had I expected some grand living space? Guess not. He seemed like the guy who didn't need much to live in if he had power and pull. Plus, it was a total man cave. I looked out the window. Across the street was the abandoned hospital, but oddly enough had a few cars parked outside of it.
I jumped when Billy shut the curtains, "Am I going to have to make you relax?" he asked, his breath washing across my face as his body stood merely inches from mine. I looked up at him, my hands shoved in my coat pockets. Then I noticed the hint of a smile that hid somewhere in his features, "No," I breathed, able to keep my pulse in check this time, "No…I'm fine…don't worry…"
To prove my point, my hands slowly came out of my pockets before I removed my coat. I shrugged it off and set it nicely on the back of an arm chair that was tilted from the leg rest that jutted out from the bottom in an unnatural position. I took one last, deep breath and looked around again, "Can't afford a maid?" I teased.
"Don't need one," he said. He turned around and took off his own coat. I found my eyes lingering over his black shirt…the way it hugged his muscles and the manly shape that formed to pleasing aesthetics. "If I want something done, I'll do it," he turned back around.
There was a moment between us that was indescribable.
Sort of like my entire feelings about the whole night.
"Why aren't you out celebrating with your brother?" I asked slowly. "Obviously, something great happened. Why spend the night with me?"
I didn't ask because I wanted out…I just wanted an insight to how Billy Darley worked. A hint…something…
"For one, we left his ass," Billy said nonchalantly, he continued after a laugh at the memory, "I figured, what sort of man saves the damsel and leaves the goods?" he questioned, "I've seen a lot of waitresses come through our Four Roses…some good," he gave a smarmy laugh, "Others not as much…and some couldn't fucking handle it…but then there's you," he said.
His face was near stone-like but I could swear he was puzzled. I didn't know why- I wasn't so special. "Me…" I repeated with an amused grin, "Yes, I am quite an interesting case…" I took a step forward, forcing myself to be comfortable around him, "But so are you."
Suddenly, he was serious again, "I don't care much for rules or abiding by laws…and I couldn't give two shits about fair…but I will warn you," his voice was low. I retreated to my original position, my hand resting on the arm of the armchair. He took a step forward to counter it, "The local cops are in my pocket but being around me will show you a whole new world, sweetheart," he said, his body merely inches from mine again, "And what you see…stays in its place…" he reached out and his fingers stroked the side of my face, "I said I wasn't going to hurt you…and that's true…" his fingers slowly wrapped to my chin and held it in place, "But that's if you play by our rules. You're all in or your gone, get it?"
I nodded, looking straight into his eyes. I thought I should feel more threatened…but it felt more like being a kid…when your friend asked you not to tell their parents that they had a puppy hidden in their closet…and you were their secret-keeper. Now, Billy Darley looked nothing like a kid…and his indiscretions were nothing like a small puppy, but he had an effect on me that had me questioning my very morals as each second ticked by. "Yeah, Billy, I get it…"
He planted a kiss on my lips and then let go. He headed for the fridge, "Want a beer, babe?"