AmberLady42
I don't think Gabby will be finding out what Remy's been up to at the Sink. Maybe she will. We'll see ;)
jpraner
LOL! Thanks for the review! I hope I don't offend with my description of Colorado. I haven't been in over 20 years, so I'm trying to remember the scenery and small towns we drove through. Please excuse me if I screw all that up. I'm just a southern boy ;)
The next morning, Remy made sure he was the first one at the door at Gabby's work. When the manager unlocked the door, he opened it and greeted Remy as he invited him inside from the cold morning air. Heading toward the counter, he smiled when Gabby appeared at her register and she smiled back as he stopped in front of her.
"Two days in a row. I'm impressed." Gabby said, looking up at him.
"Y' gonna get sick o' seein' me." He said.
"I highly doubt that." Gabby flirted as she noticed more people enter. "What would you like this morning?"
"Jus' a large, black coffee." He said, taking out his wallet. "Don' feel much like eatin'."
"You sure?" Gabby asked as she placed the large cup on her register edge, waiting for him to take it. "I know my dad is probably using your youth to his advantage."
He smirked as he took the cup, brushing his fingers with hers. "Yo' dad wore m' ass out yeste'day." He said, making her laugh.
"Are you sure you don't want anything? Not even a cookie?" Gabby asked. "You need something."
"I'm sure." He said as he gave her the cash for the coffee and walked over, filling his cup with coffee.
Hearing the laughter of young guys, he glanced over his shoulder at three males that looked to be about his age as they entered the store. Something told him there would be trouble, just by their body language and they had been up all night. Placing a coffee sleeve over his cup, Remy casually walked over and sat down at the same table he did yesterday and watched as the three guys walked up to the counter.
"Hey baby." One of them said to Gabby.
"Go away, Chet." Gabby said, glaring at him.
"That's no way to talk to a customer." Chet said as he placed his hands on her register. "You have to serve me."
Letting out a sigh, she continued to glare at him. "What do you want?" She asked.
"Damn, you're being a bitch today." Chet said. "What the hell is your problem?"
Getting to his feet, Remy slowly made his way over to the three and walked up beside Chet. "Pardon." He said, getting their attention. "Dis homme bot'erin' you?"
Chet looked him up and down before looking up at his face. "Who the hell are you?" He asked.
"He works for my dad." Gabby said.
Chet laughed. "You let that fat failure talk you into working for him? You must be an idiot." He said.
Remy smirked. "I be makin' a honest livin'." He said, casually taking a sip of coffee.
"Honest? Yeah right." Chet said, looking back at Gabby. "You two together or something? He your fuck boy?"
Grabbing Chet by the shirt, Remy pulled him closer to him. "Don' y' talk t' her like dat." He said in a serious tone.
"I can talk to her however I want." Chet said. "Besides, this isn't any of your business."
"She be m' business." He said, seeing Chet's eyes widen at the sight of his red and black ones looking at him over the brim of his shades.
"Holy shit!" Chet said as he pulled away. "He's like the fucking devil or something."
Remy smirked. "Or somet'in'." He said, taking another sip. "Was y' gonna buy somet'in' or was y' leavin'?"
Looking at Gabby, he shook his head as he left with his friends.
Walking to the front door, Remy made sure they left the premises before he walked back over to Gabby. "I'ma go out on a limb and say dat's yo' ex?" He asked.
Gabby sighed. "Yeah." She said. "Thanks for putting up with him. He doesn't always come around, but when he does it gets...interesting. So, congratulations for being here."
"Dat was not'in'." He said. "I deal wit' much worse b'fore. He be a tiny homme, no?"
Gabby chuckled. "In more ways than one." She said, winking at Remy.
"Ah." He said with a smirk. "Well, if he mess wit' y' again, y' let me know."
Gabby shook her head. "That's not your responsibility." She said.
"Why not?" He asked, slightly tilting his head to the side. "I can' save a damsel in distress?"
She smiled as she continued to look at his face. "I guess you can." She said.
"By de way." He said, stepping closer and leaning his hands on the counter. "Where de manager? Why he not out here messin' wit' dat boy?"
"Oh, he's doing morning paperwork." Gabby said.
Standing up straight, Remy looked passed Gabby and sat the office door closed. "Hmm." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Ain' safe. Y' de only ot'er one here?"
"Someone will be coming in to back me up in about fifteen minutes." Gabby said looking at the front door as someone walked in. "And you'd better head to the garage. You're gonna be late."
"I t'ink yo' papa excuse me if I be protectin' you, no?" He said with a wink before he filled up his coffee.
Pulling up to the garage, he saw David was already there and set up for the day. Parking his bike to the left of the shop, he killed the engine and got off as David walked around the garage and faced him.
"'Pologize fo' bein' late." Remy said, taking the cigarette from his mouth and smashing it in the dirt.
"I'm sure you have your reasons." David said, throwing a grease towel at him.
"Met Gabby's ex." He said, seeing David's eyebrows dip.
"He was at her work?" He asked.
"Mm hmm." Remy said as they walked into the shop. "Scared 'im off and stuck aroun' t' make sure he wasn' gonna come back. He be a asshole, eh?"
"That's being polite." David said as their first customer pulled up. "Thanks for looking out for Gabby."
"No problem." He replied as he watched David greet their first customer.
Keeping his sunglasses on, Remy smiled as the woman came up to him. "Good morning." She said with a smile.
"Mornin'." He replied as he walked over with David and watched him pulled the car up onto the ramps.
Popping the hood, Remy walked over and opened it, securing it with the latch. "Alright." David said opening the door.
Pushing the step stool over to the door, Remy helped David down before he returned the stool to it's home in the garage. "Oil?" Remy asked.
"You got it." David said.
Walking over, Remy grabbed the pan and some pliers. Getting on the ground, he carefully got underneath the car and undid the bolt before letting the old oil drain into the pan. Waiting for the last drop, he checked the filter before climbing out from underneath the car.
"All set." He said, walking over and disposing of the oil in a large container David kept.
David poured the new oil in and filled it up before placing the cap back on. "Remy, can you climb up there and back the car off the ramps?" David asked.
"O' course." Remy said, hopping up into the driver's seat and slowly pulled the car off the ramps before he put it in park and got out, keeping the door open for the woman.
"Thank you, David." The woman said as she handed him cash.
"My pleasure. Have a great day!" David said.
Holding the door open for her, the woman smiled as she got into her car and Remy gently closed the door. As they watched her drive off, David turned to Remy and smirked.
"Wha'?" Remy asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"You like the ladies." He said, making Remy smile.
"Dey be perfec' wit' t'ose curves. Can y' blame me?" He asked, making David laugh.
"Listen, I understand. Woman are my Achilles heel." David said.
"Y' t'ink y' ever get married again?" Remy asked as they walked inside.
"I'm not looking." David said, smiling warmly at Remy. "I don't think I could ever find anyone close to my late wife. What about you? You think you'll ever slow down and get married."
Remy's demeanor changed slightly and his eyebrows dipped, ruffling his forehead, letting David know there was something there.
"I get it." He said, putting his hand up. "That's a touchy subject. You don't have to tell me. That's your business."
Giving a smirk, Remy nodded. "T'anks." He said as they prepared for the next customer.
"So." David said, getting Remy's attention. "How are you liking Colorado?"
Remy shrugged. "Colder dan I t'ought." He said. "Didn' know wha' I was t'inkin' drivin' up dis far."
David laughed. "It's only going to get colder, I'm afraid." He said, giving a friendly slap on Remy's back. "We can start up a fire and have you over some time."
He gave David a friendly smile as he turned and walked over to the workbench.
Putting the parking brake on, Gabby killed the engine to her car as she got out and head toward the door to her trailer. Letting her hair down, she put the key in the lock and opened the door before locking it behind her. Today was rough and she just wanted to relax after a nice shower. Heading to her room, she suddenly heard a motorcycle. Stopping in the hall, she heard it get louder before it was right outside.
It was Remy. What the hell was he doing here?
Heading to the front door, Gabby went to open it but was taken back when it opened and Remy was standing there. He smiled down at her as he shut the door behind him.
"W-what are you doing here?" She asked, trying to play it cool as she looked over his sweaty frame.
"Y' daddy wanted me t' grab somet'in' from his room." He said, looking down the hall. "Since yo' here, maybe y' can help me."
"Oh. Sure." She said, turning and heading down the hall hearing Remy close behind her. "What is he needing?"
"Li'l black pouch?" Remy asked.
"Oh!" Gabby said, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "It's his medicine bag. Is he okay?"
She turned around and looked up at Remy. "He feelin' bad after lunch." He said.
"What do you mean bad?" She asked. "My dad isn't the healthiest man."
Remy chuckled. "De homme do like his candies." He said, seeing her smile as they head into his bedroom. "T'ink it be heartburn."
"Mm." Gabby said as she walked over to his nightstand and grabbed the black pouch. "Please don't let him do a lot of heavy lifting or bending."
"I try not to." He said looking over her face. "Y' jus' get home?"
"Yeah." She said. "It was a rough day. I just wanna relax."
"Yo' ex stop by again?" He asked, the concern apparent in his voice.
"No, nothing like that." She said. "Just a busy day. I just need my nap after my shower."
Walking past him, she was stopped by his hand on her shoulder. "Here." He said, tossing the pouch on the bed before he started to massage her neck.
Gabby felt shivers over whole body as he worked his fingers into her shoulders and neck. He knew exactly where to massage and she didn't want him to stop.
"How's dat?" He asked softly, his lips close to her ear.
Her breathing started to quicken as his hands moved down her back. "You should get back." She said, pulling away and looking up at him, her breathing still fast.
"Yeah." He said, taking the black pouch before he looked over her face, stopping on her lips. "I see y' tomorrow mornin'."
Standing there, she swallowed as he walked by her and head to the front door. God, she wanted to kiss him again. Hell, she wanted to do more. Sighing she head into the bathroom to get that shower she needed to relax.
Locking the handlebars of his bike, Remy pocketed his keys as he head inside to see David leaning against the workbench in pain. "Y' a'right?" He asked, quickly walking over and putting his hand on his back.
David nodded. "Just heartburn." He said.
"Here." Remy said, taking the pouch out of the inside of his jacket pocket. "Dis it?"
"Yeah." He said, taking it. "Thank you."
"Mm hmm." Remy said as he watched David open the pouch and take out a roll of heartburn chews. "Mind if I grab a smoke?"
David shook his head. "Not at all." He said, taking a sip of water.
"Y' let me know if y' need anyt'in'." Remy said before he walked out of the garage and around the side where he parked his bike.
Leaning against the seat, he took his cigarettes out and grabbed one with his lips. Lighting it, he took in a few short drags to get the embers going before he inhaled deeply. Looking up at the trees that surrounded the shop, he watched as the sunlight danced through the leaves. This place was beautiful, no doubt. He was pretty sure he could learn to love living here, if things worked out and everyone accepted him.
Letting out the smoke he just inhaled, he watched as it dissipated into the air. He noticed clouds just on top of the treetops and figured it was going to rain, again. It was times like these he wished he had a car, but he'd live with it.
"Remy?" David called, snapping him from his thoughts.
Quickly heading around the entrance, Remy poked his head around. "Y' a'right?" He asked, taking the cigarette from his mouth.
"Yeah." He said. "Next customer will be here in ten minutes. Need you to get the ramps ready for another oil change."
"Y' got it." Remy said, taking one last, long drag before dropping the cigarette into the dirt and stomping it out.
Letting the smoke out of his lungs, he head inside and set the ramps up and got the pan ready for their next appointment. Walking over, he grabbed a clean towel from the container where the others were kept and placed it on the workbench.
"When did you start smoking?" David asked.
Turning to him, Remy crossing his arms over his chest. "I was real young." He said. "Kid."
"Jeez." David said with a worried look on his face. "That's not good for you."
Remy smirked. "Neit'er are t'ose candy bars." He said, seeing David smile.
"You got me there." He said as they chuckled. "Can't help it. It's my weakness. I know I'm in trouble, health-wise, but I love them so much."
"Unde'stand." Remy nodded.
"I use to be like you," David said. "Fit, good looking. Was the quarterback in high school."
"Wit' yo' daughter lookin' like dat, I believe it." He said, seeing David laugh. "Dat was outta line. I 'pologize."
"No, no," David said. "She's a grown woman. I understand that men will look at her in that way. Just going to have to get use to it."
Remy smiled as he put his hands in his pockets. "Be honest wit' me." He said, getting David's attention. "Y' a'right wit' me takin' yo' daughter out dis Friday night?"
David smiled nervously. "Yes and no?" He asked chuckling. "She is her own person and so are you. If you two want to go out on a date, be my guest. Just have her back by ten."
Remy laughed. "She her own person, eh?" He joked, seeing David wink at him.
"She's still my little girl." David said. "I worry about her. Just how it is."
"I get it." Remy said as he looked back once the sound of gravel under tires could be heard.
Hearing the front door open, Gabby stirred awake and rubbed her eyes as she sat up in her bed. If her dad was home then it must be the evening.
"Dammit." She said quietly under her breath as she got out of bed and head into the hall toward the living room but froze when she saw Remy.
"Bonsoir." He said when he noticed her in the hallway. "Y' jus' wake up?"
"Yeah." Gabby blinked several times as she rubbed her left eye. "I was pretty exhausted." Walking into the living room, she looked around. "My dad's not here?"
Remy shook his head. "Stopped by de store. Invited me t' dinner an' tol' me t' go 'head an' stop by." He said.
She noticed his eyes dip down and look at her body. She was in a tank top and shorts and she guessed that was the most skin she'd shown around him. Crossing her arms over her chest, his eyes went back to her face.
"Um, you want something to drink?" She asked as she head into the kitchen.
"Sure." He said, following her.
Opening the fridge, Gabby tucked her hair behind her right ear. "We've got some water, tea, soda, some-" She stopped when she felt his hand on hers while she gripped the handle of the refrigerator door.
Her heart fluttered as he looked down into her eyes and her breath got caught as his left hand ran around the small of her back rest on her left hip.
"Remy." She whispered. "We can't-"
He planted a soft kiss on her lips as he moved her slightly to the left and closed the refrigerator door. Pressing her up against the fridge, he moved his kisses to her neck before they went to her chest. She moaned, letting her fingers run up and ruin his ponytail. She moaned a little louder as he pressed his hips into her several times.
Breaking the kiss, he held her close. "Been wantin' t' do dat since de las' time." He said in a low, husky voice as he kissed her forehead and then the corner of her mouth.
Gabby stood there, holding on to him tight as he planted more kisses on her lips. She had never experienced this. This... pleasure. Her thoughts came back to Remy when he reached down and grabbed hold of her rear. There was that hold again. Just like in his motel room. God this man was amazing.
Finally kissing him back, Gabby wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed his jaw and then his neck. "Mm." she moaned, feeling his hands come up and gently squeeze her breasts.
The opening of the front door made them break apart in a flash as they tried to catch their breath. As David entered with a smile and grocery bags they stood there, flustered and looking at the other.
Clearing his throat, Remy fixed his hair. "Y' got mo' bags?" He asked, walking around to the living room.
"Nope. This is it." He said as he sat the bags on the counter. "How was your day, baby?"
"What?" Gabby asked, looking at her dad. "Oh, it was okay."
David cocked his eyebrow. "You alright, honey?" He asked. "You feeling okay? You look a little flustered."
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said swallowing hard as she glanced at Remy. "I was asleep when Remy came in. He woke me."
"What, did he kiss you?" David joked as he walked into the kitchen to start dinner.
Gabby and Remy locked gazes and she could see the desire in his eyes. Her heart pounded thinking about the moments just before her dad got home.
"What? No." She quickly said.
"I'm just joshing." He said as he looked back at Remy.
"I'm going to go change." Gabby said, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked past her dad and brushed against Remy as she quickly head to her room.
Once inside, she shut the door and leaned against it. Damn those kisses were something else. Remy was experienced, no doubt and the way he looked at her, hungered for her. To put it simply: it turned her on.
"Damn it." She muttered as she slipped some sweatpants on and pulled a sweatshirt over her head.
Pulling her hair through the collar of the shirt, she placed her hands on her face and looked at the door. The thought of what just happened played over in her mind and she couldn't help but blush. Her cheeks felt hot and she didn't want to go out there looking like that. Taking in a deep breath, she calmed her self before she opened the door and walked down the hall.
Turning toward the kitchen, she froze again when her eyes met Remy's. "Set the table for me, Gabby." David said.
"A-alright." She said, walking by Remy and feeling how hot he was. She could've sworn he was on fire by what was radiating off of him.
Grabbing three plates from the cupboard, she walked over and began to set the plates down on the table. Heading back, she grabbed three glasses and set them with the plates at the table before doing the same with silverware.
"Um, how's your heartburn?" Gabby asked, trying to keep calm and play it cool.
"Better." David said as he looked at Gabby with a raised eyebrow. "Wait, how'd you know about that?"
"She be here when I stop by lookin' fo' dat pouch." Remy cut in quickly.
"Yeah." Gabby said looking at Remy and then back at her dad. "I had just gotten home."
"She help me find it." Remy said, glancing back at Gabby.
She could feel his gaze, but she didn't want to look at him for fear of losing all control. Why did they have to meet? Why did her dad have to hire this man? He was trouble, no doubt, but she was drawn to him and it scared her, but also excited her to no end.
"I guess that was good timing." David said, turning and stirring the dinner.
Gabby locked eyes with Remy and her heart started beating faster. She felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing.
"Excuse me." Gabby said covering her face as she head down to the bathroom.
"Gabriella?" David called out. "Huh. She's acting really strange this evening, don't you think?"
"Hmm?" Remy asked, looking at David. He hadn't realized he had watched Gabby all the way until she shut the bathroom door.
"I said, Gabby's acting strange." He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh." Remy said, clearing his throat. "Oui. Jus' a bit."
"I think she has a fever." David said as he turned his attention back to the dinner he was preparing.
Remy smirked. "Might." He said as he took a seat at the table, hoping Gabby would return soon.
Locking the handlebars to his bike, Remy unmounted the motorcycle and head inside The Sink. He knew he shouldn't be here if he was going to see where he and Gabby were heading, but he needed a beer. Maybe three.
Walking up to the bar, he took a seat and motioned for the large bartkeep to get him a beer. It wasn't but a moment later that he felt a hand on his back. Looking to his left, he found his lips against Erica's. Pulling away, he watched her as she sat down.
"Y' live at dis bar, chere?" He joked as he looked over her legs as she crossed them.
Erica giggled. "Cut the shit." She said as she leaned in and rubbed his groin. "Let's go fuck."
Smirking, he took her hand and pulled it away. "Not t'night." He said as he turned toward the bar and wrapped his hand around his beer. "Jus' here fo' a drink."
"Come on." Erica said, hopping off the seat and pressing her breasts against his left arm. "I fucking need you again."
Looking to his left, her face was inches from his. "Listen," He said, looking at her lips. "Much as I enjoy it, can' be doin' dis no mo'."
Erica took a step back. "What do you mean?" She asked, her brows dipping in confusion. "Don't tell me you've got some kind of disease."
He chuckled. "Non." He shook his head.
"Well, then what is it?" Erica asked before her eyes flew open. "Are you married?"
He sighed. "Non." He said.
"Then what the hell is it?" Erica asked, running her hand up his back. "Is it Emily? You like her more than me, don't you?"
Remy raised his eyebrow and saw the jealously on Erica's face. "Wha' de fuck?" He asked. "Listen t' me. I be here t' enjoy a drink. M' mind be on someone else ot'er dan y' an' Emily."
Erica, crossed her arms. "Seriously?" She asked. "Hey, if you two aren't together yet we can still fuck around."
He stopped her from groping him again. "Said no." He said. "Now go on."
Rearing back, Erica slapped him across the face. "You're an asshole." She said before she stormed out.
Letting out a sigh, Remy took a swig of his beer. "What the hell was her problem?" The barkeep asked.
"Jus' wants m' dick." He said, seeing the barkeep nod.
"Should've known. That girl's a whore." The barkeep said. "She's in here almost every day and leaves with a different guy each night."
"Yeah, well I was dat guy last night and night b'fore." He said.
"Not tonight?" The barkeep asked.
Remy shook his head. "T'inkin' 'bout someone else. Ain' right, no?" He asked.
"No it ain't." The barkeep said. "Good for you for sticking to your guns. That woman is beautiful, though."
"Oui, she is." He said, taking another swig of his beer before throwing it back and drinking it down. "Get me anot'er one, eh?"
After throwing back four beers, Remy head back to the motel. Heading upstairs, he took the key in his hand and froze when he saw a paper grocery bag at his doorstep. Cautiously walking toward it, he sighed and smirked when he saw it was clean bed sheets. Picking the bag up, he saw a note inside that read: 'Payment is due'. Chuckling, he opened the door to his room and threw the bag down at the foot of the bed before he head down and into the office.
"Here t' pay rent." He called out, hearing the old woman come around from inside the office.
"I guess you got my care package." The old woman said with a smirk.
He chuckled as he handed her twenty bucks. "Oui." He said as he winked at her and left.
Opening the door to his motel room, Remy sighed as he walked over and plopped face down on the bed. He was tired and had a lot on his mind. Most of that being Gabby. Getting up, he tore the sheets off the bed and replaced them with the new ones before stuffing them inside the paper grocery bag and setting them outside the door. Locking the locks, he head into the bathroom and started up a warm shower. It was another cold night and he started to wonder if he could stand the cold, but then he thought about Gabby. Something about that woman was intoxicating and he needed more of her. He wasn't sure exactly what was drawing him to her. She was beautiful, yes, but there was something else there. Perhaps it was the fact that she was a real person. All of the other women had just wanted him for pleasure's sake, not that he was complaining, but it would be nice to be in serious relationship for once. That was something he'd grown to miss while running. Running? Traveling was a better word. Rinsing the soap off his body he killed the water and dried off before he turned all the lights off and got in bed.