Chapter Two
I shifted in my driver's seat, tilting my body more towards my right. Holding the steering wheel by my left hand, I turned my head towards the stranger in my vehicle, taking advantage of the on going straight stretch of road.
"I didn't catch your name?" She asked in a light, casual tone. I noticed her movements from the corner of my eye, she smiled widely as she posed the question.
"I'm Bo Dennis, and you?" I was more than glad that she'd opened up an opportunity for conversation. I felt a need to know more about this hitch hiker.
"Pleased to meet you Bo. I'm Lauren Lewis." Her voice was sweet as icing as my name rolled off her tongue, light flutters tickled my stomach, I loved the way it sounded coming from her mouth.
"Are you from town?" I was shocked I didn't recall this Lauren, though something about her was so familiar.
"Yes, I've been living in Storybrooke for... God, as long as I can remember." She let out a short laugh as her brow creased in confusion. She looked out of the window as the trees slowly thinned out and cleared into massive fields.
"And what do you do for a living Miss Lewis?" Trying to break the moment of silence, I took a chance to learn more about Lauren.
Her eyes shifted towards me and quickly back to the window. She turned her body away from me in the slightest, yet I still noticed the quick movement.
"I worked at the hospital, in research." Her voice became more calculated, arising suspicion.
"Are you a lab tech?" I didn't understand what she was hiding, but I respect her choice to keep her personal information undisclosed.
"Um, yeah, I deal with samples."
The conversation ended there, the vehicle remaining silent until we rolled into the next town. I pulled the car over at a gas station, pumping fuel into it's tank. I rolled my eyes at the sign, advertising the 'low' price of 146.5... Gas prices are on the rise. I turned to my counterpart before starting my car.
"I'm getting hungry, do you want to stop for some food?" I bit my lip in anticipation for her response. I didn't like being on the receiving end of the silent treatment and I felt horribly for upsetting her. I regretted my pushiness but part of me wished to inquire more. Her reaction was quite strange to me, I didn't completely shut people out when they were pushy, I would just change the direction of the conversation.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, that would be nice." She sounded a little bit more cheery than before, giving me a sliver of hope for an enjoyable lunch.
We pulled into a small diner, a couple minutes away from the gas station. I hurried into the small building, immediately taking a seat and calling the waitress. I was starving. After a few seconds, Lauren took a seat in front of me. Seeing her in the light, facing me, out of the shadows of the trees, she was breath taking. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open. Her well defined jaw stood out, making her mouth the center of my attention. I bit down on my lip, as my eyes were focused on hers.
She cleared her throat and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, snapping me out of my daze.
"What did you want to order, Bo?" She looked up to the waitress standing to my right, chewing gum and holding a pad with her right hand. She rested her pencil on the pad and shot me an impatient glare.
"I'm so sorry, do you have a lunch special?" I rushed, nervously.
"Crispy chicken sandwich with a soup or a salad of your choice, cup of coffee or a can of pop." She sighed in one annoyed breath, tapping the tip of her pencil on her pad.
"I'll have that, with a Caesar salad and coffee, please." Flashing her a smile, hoping to lighten up her mood.
"And you?" She turned towards Lauren, her eyes on her pad as she wrote my order.
"I'll have the same, thank you." She said, with a smile, keeping her eyes on mine.
Without a word the waitress left our table and disappeared in the back of her counter. I took a second to look over the dinner, the walls were painted in light colors and the counter the wrap along the back wall was grey. Typical dinner tables were scattered all over, colored white black and grey, much like the tiles floor.
"You never did tell me where you worked?" Lauren teased. Two coffees appeared in front of us and as quick as they came, the waitress disappeared.
"Well I'm kind of a freelance private investigator, I make my own schedule which is nice." I grinned, proud of my wise career choice. It offered me the freedom I need.
"Wow, you must get into all kinds of trouble." She teased, making me self conscious.
"It's part of the job, I'm good at getting out of it." I pointed out, puffing my chest and giving her a cocky look.
"And that ring on your finger, are you married?" Suddenly aware of the piece of gold tailored into a circle, I spun it around my left ring finger and removed it.
"Oh? Um, no I'm not. I just, I wear it for good luck, it was my mothers." I held at eye level, giving it a good long look, it was way too big and bulky for my taste. I stuffed it into my pocket.
"You don't have to take it off?" She asserted, worry clouding her face.
"I'd rather not scratch it." I mumbled, as I watched the food we ordered make its way to our table. The waitress set our plates in front us and left.
"Thanks...?" We mumbled as she darted away from us without taking a second look. We shared a quizzical looking and a shrug before digging into our meals.
After an unsatisfactory lunch, and an ever lingering sense of absolute hunger, we left the dinner, Lauren covering the tab using my gas expense as an excuse. We drove off headed towards the city, not bothering to stop until we arrived at a pleasant hotel in Chicago. Small talk filled the interior of my car as we followed the flow of the pavement leading towards our short term destination. We leaned on my parked car in the parking lot outside of the building, discussing room arrangements before going in.
"Well, I wouldn't mind sharing a queen bed, it'll save us some cash." Suggested Lauren, with a flirtatious underlying tone.
I bit my lip and felt a blush creep into my cheeks. I looked away, to hide my embarrassment.
"That's a little more than alright with me..." Watching her turn red and attempt to hide that blush. I licked my lips as I felt my breathing become more shallow. She was starting to get to me, I was hoping she wasn't the shy type and I'd get to watch her disrobe in front of me.
She let out a soft chuckle and pointed towards the entrance of the hotel.
"We should maybe head inside." She pushed herself off of the car and walked over to the front door. She opened it up and motioned me to enter.
"Ladies first." She winked at me, making me chuckle in return.
We checked in and took the elevator the fifth floor. I felt like a teenager, resisting the urge to cup her chin with my hand and pull her mouth onto mine. I recalled the last time I had had my period, trying to understand where all the hormones were coming from. I realized I was smack dab in ovulation and sighed, unimpressed with the wonders of the female body.
The elevator doors opened and we stepped out, searching for our room. I noticed an ice dispenser near our room, leaving myself a quick reminder of its location. I swiped the key card in the door handle and ventured forward in the mediocrely decorated room. I opened up the mini fridge and shot a glace and Lauren.
"Wine?" I suggested with a sly corner smile.
"Sounds fantastic right about now." She said, letting out a small moan. My breath stopped for a moment I had to stand up to mask my red cheeks.
"I'll go get ice." I announced, needing some space to calm myself down. I wasn't about to have sex with this girl, who knows how long I'd have her travel along side me, I didn't want to complicate things.
"And I'll go for a shower." She said looking me over, hand to toe and back up again before closing the door behind her. I heard the water start running and let out a sigh.
Keeping my hands to myself was going to be incredibly difficult. I snatched up the ice bucket in frustration and half stomped out of the room, key in my pocket. I made my way to the ice machine. My mind was running wild with fantasies about the gorgeous girl, naked and wet in our room, who'd soon be in my bed.
A man was filling up a bucket of his own with ice, waiting for him to be done, I rested my back against the wall behind him. I could barely stop myself from squirming and moaning, god I was so horny. The man turned around too swiftly and almost ran into me, I held my hands up to stop him from smashing his head into mine, landing them on his chest.
"Oh... I'm so sorry... I, I... I didn't see you!" He stuttered, through heavy breaths as his eyes seemed glued to mine.
I couldn't resist the urge to twist my hand into fist fills of his shirt and pull him into me. He dropped his bucket of ice on the floor and our lips mashed together. I parted his lips with mine and met his tongue, I felt vibrations echo through my body, suddenly aware of every cells pumping its way through my veins, my lungs burned and ached in anticipation. I forced kissed him hard, parting his lips wider, leaving his mouth open against mine. I grabbed his hips and pushed them against mine, feeling his cock, hard as a rock, press against my cunt. He let out an audible moan. I felt like I was running out of air, my lungs squeezing and forcing me to take in a deep breath, as though I had been deprived of oxygen for hours. The lingering feeling of hunger that had haunted me all day slowly disappeared as I felt the man I was holding shake and whimper, his muscles stiffening. I felt him turn cold and tried to push him away from me. He dropped onto the floor, as I gasped for air, feeling my body come down from what I assumed was the strangest orgasm I'd ever lived. I got down on my knees and held the strangers face in my hands.
"Wake up! WAKE UP!"
He didn't respond. His face was a pale white, almost freezer burnt around his mouth, where mine had been. I stood up quickly, taking a few steps backwards. I ran solutions through my head but all I could think about was the murder I was now responsible for.