Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“You a fool!” she hooted, letting that sock slip from her hand back onto the floor.
“Dolly got it wrong.”
“Oh, did she now?”
“Mmm hmm. Tennessee ain’t the only places with mountains. Why don’t you come on over here and ride this Houston peak? I got somethin’ you need to climb up on, and slide down, all right.”
“Lennox! What’s gotten into you?” soft laugh lines creased around her eyes, and her lips curved in amusement.
“Don’t worry about what’s gotten into me, I’m tryna get into you. You got me all worked up, hot and bothered with all that gun and gangster talk. Dolly and Parton ain’t the only ones that like to shoot their load. I’m ready for target practice RIGHT NOW, and trust me, I never miss.”
“So you want a chance to hit the doll between the eyes, too, huh? You wanna play paintball, and tint my face white, don’t you, boy?” She teased, reaching for her panties, and slowly sliding them down her thighs.
“Not your entire face. I would love for you to see me cummin’.”
“Oh, honey, I insist on keepin’ at least one eye open. Just make sure your one-eye soldier shoots me right. I’m picky and hard to please.”
“I’m hard, too, and I’m reportin’ for duty. Trust and believe, I aim and fire to please.”
With that, he slammed and locked the bedroom door behind him…
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Roll of the Dice
It had been a long but fairly uneventful night. The buzzing of the music at work kept spiraling in Nadia’s head while she fought a mild headache. Perhaps it was the cigarette and cigar smoke, too? She hadn’t consumed any wine or liquor so her mind was clear, yet she felt a wave of dread, as though some trouble was afoot.
She pushed it aside and reached for her water as she made a left turn at the light, taking a couple deep gulps of the refreshing, cool beverage. The street lights beaming onto the quiet street gave her a sense of peace. It was a little after two in the morning, and most people were tucked in their beds.
Looking in the rearview mirror, she noticed the car. Again.
She’d noticed it a few minutes prior, too. A vehicle was sticking behind her, making the same turns as she had, going in the same direction. She decided to make another left at the next light, which caused her to double back where she’d already driven. A perfect block. She casually looked at the rearview mirror for a third time, and watched a man’s profile behind tinted glass make the same exact turn. So this is what we’re doin’ tonight, huh? Polishing off the water, she tossed the empty canteen onto the passenger’s seat.
Nadia maintained the same speed limit, driving an even thirty-five miles per hour. She then calmly reached into the center console of her car and pulled out Dolly. She placed the cool metal of Dolly’s sleek steel body against her hip. Nadia had two decisions to make. Take the chance on driving to the police station to lose the person pursuing her, or send them a clear message so they’d never bother her again. Deciding to give peace a chance, she headed in the direction of the police station, and made a hands-free call.
“See? This is why I need to move to Kingwood,” she mumbled under her breath as the phone rang. On the third chime, a woman answered.
“Houston Southeast Police Department, how may I direct your call?”
“Hi, I just need to speak to someone in general. This isn’t a 911 situation.” She glanced quickly in the mirror at the car behind her. “Yet. I just need a police officer to meet me outside your station.”
“Why’s that, ma’am?”
“I have someone followin’ me on the road. I made several turns and they made the same ones, and ain’t hardly nobody out here but me and him.”
“Okay, what’s your name, honey, and what is the color and make of your car?”
“My name is Nadia and I drive a black Ford Fusion. I just got off work.”
“Do you happen to know who is following you, or is it a stranger?”
“I’ve had this happen before, it kinda comes with the job, but this time I am ninety-nine percent sure it’s a customer of mine.”
“A customer?”
“I’m a dancer at a gentlemen’s club, ma’am. Sweet Soiree.”
“Okay, I understand. Do you know his name by chance?”
“Only his nickname. Dice. Tall guy with a beer gut, and a mouth full of gold teeth.”
“Can you tell the make and model of his car? The color, too?”
“It’s a white Mitsubishi Eclipse with some white dice hangin’ from the mirror.”
Suddenly, Dice got right on her bumper, riding it hard. The headlights blinded her. She winced, and quickly flipped her rearview mirror in his direction to reflect some of the light back at him. He stayed close. She swallowed and looked ahead, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter.