| Zac walked Emma to her door and kissed her goodnight, finding it hard to let her go inside and away from him. They made plans to meet Tuesday morning for breakfast, since Emma had a later class that morning, had to work at the bar Monday night, and Zac was leaving that afternoon. Zac kissed her again, a long. slow passionate one then turned to leave as she shut and locked the door behind her. He practically ran down the steps, he was so wound up, jumped in the truck and started it. He started to back out, but had to look again, thinking he saw something or someone behind him. he made sure it was clear, then pulled out onto the road, laughing at himself for driving alot like Emma. Emma tiptoed inside, checked to make sure her mother was asleep, then went in and took a real shower. She dried quickly, giggled to herself when she realized her underwear was in Zac's pocket and hoped his mother didn't find them, then slipped into her pajamas and into bed. The last thing she pictured in her head before she drifted off was Zac, lying on his side on the surfboard, his hair windblown and salty smling warmly at her. Zac actually made it in at a decent hour that night. He went to his room, peeled off his sandy clothes and jumped in the shower. When he emereged he found Taylor, picking up his sandy jeans and t-shirt. "What the hell, Tay?" he asked, annoyed. "I would have taken care of them as soon as I had the sand off of me." "The beach again?" Tay asked. "Yeah..why?" Zac wanted to know why his brother was so nosy. "Just wondering what could keep you out so late AGAIN." Taylor teased. "Oh bite me, Tay. It's not that late. Emma has a class in the morning. We went surfing.." he grinned at his brother's look of surprise. "Yeah..she surfs too...she's good." he said proudly. Taylor shook his head and chuckled. "I dunno why I am surprised.." he said and tossed Zac's clothes at him. They both looked shocked when some very feminine under clothes spilled from Zac's pockets, along with a pair of boxers. Taylor raised his eyebrow at his brother. "Something you wanna tell me, bro? Need some uhh...someone to TALK to?" he teased. "These aren't YOURS are they?" he asked and dangled them from his fingertip. Zac snatched them out of his hand and gave him a dirty look. "DON'T make me kick your ass, Tay." he warned, but as they looked each other in the eye neither could supress the fit of laughter. "Dude don't tell me, okay? I don't wanna know.." Tay said. Zac put them in his jacket pocket then dug in his dresser for clean boxers. "You gonna see her again tomorrow?" Tay asked. "We ARE leaving Tuesday.." "Nah..she has class in the morning and she's gotta close at the bar. We're gonna have breakfast Tuesday morning." Zac made small talk with his brother as he got himself ready for bed. They chatted a few more minutes, then Tay got himself ready for bed. They said goodnight to each other and then to Ike when he came in and flopped down. Taylor told himself he would go talk to Emma as soon as he thought she'd be at work, just before he fell asleep. Zac's last thoughts were also of Emma as he drifted off. The light in her eyes as she talked about her love of the water, how she looked all damp and sandy in her skintight wetsuit, and how sexy she was as she peeled it off. He wished he could wrap his arm around her and wake up to her sweet face as he sunk into a deep sleep. |
| Emma stood behind the bar and tried to keep busy, washing and drying glasses and serving drinks. She rubbed her eyes ocassionally, and wished that Danny would enforce the freakin' no smoking law. She put the shot glasses she dried away, pulled another round of beer for the jerks sitting at the table near the stage and pitied the new girl waiting tables that night. A rough voice behind her, startled her out of her thoughts. "Get back there and change, SUGAR, I dunno where Brit is and somebody HAS to go on. But not that little new girl...gotta get her used to the guests.." "Fuck you, Danny. I'm not dancin' tonight...Brit has another 40 minutes. The dirty bastards aren't drunk enough to throw their money away yet." Emma told him, stepping away from him. "I think that you don't get the fact that you don't GET A CHOICE.." he rasped angrily in her ear. "I know you were out with the choir boy all weekend, Emma. I could still help you out and fill him in...I have visual proof.." he gave her a cold smile and stepped closer to her. "You WILL dance tonight..." he put his hand on her shoulder. Emma picked up the small but sharp knife on the counter that the girls used to cut lemons and limes. She grabbed his wrist and sliced the top of his forearm. "I TOLD you NOT to fucking TOUCH me, you sleazy bastard. If Brit's NOT here I will go on...but if you touch me again, I will have your balls on a string and hang 'em like fuzzy dice from my rearview, GOT IT?" she growled as he swore, grabbed a bar towel and wrapped it around his bleeding arm. "You little stuck up bitch..." he muttered. "Your ass will be on that stage tonight or you will have alot more worries than the choir boy finding out about your REAL self, SUGAR." "Don't be such a pussy Danny, it's only a scratch.." Emma laughed sarcastically. "If I wanted to injure you, your fucking hand would be on the floor in front of you." she said. "Don't push me, SUGAR. I've gone easy on you so far.." he snapped angrily. "Whatever.." she muttered and went back to serving drinks. Taylor watched Emma from the shadows, between the door and the bar. He didn't know whether to cheer or be shocked when Emma actually sliced the creepy lookin' asshole's arm. He heard her threaten him not to touch her again, and the consequences she gave him made Taylor ache between his legs, just thinking about it. As soon as Danny disappeared behind the swinging door, Taylor went straight up to the bar and sat down on a stool, then pulled his ballcap more firmly on his head. Emma was busy santizing the lower counter and washing her hands. She could feel someone's stare burning a hole in her back and she turned quickly. "No parking zone, bud. Order something or get off my bar.." she grouched, still pissed at Danny. "Gimme a beer then, bad ass.." he teased. Her head snapped up at the familair voice, and she sighed in relief when she realized the voice belonged to Taylor and not Zac. "Dammit Taylor..." she muttered and got him a beer. She set it in front of him and wiped her hands again. "You don't waste much time do you?" she asked. "Emma he IS..." he looked shocked when she stared angrily at him. "What now?" he asked helplessly. "Please don't use my name at the bar, Tay..." she sighed, and poured herself a shot. She knocked it back and looked at him again. "Brit and Danny are the only other people in this place that even KNOW it. So what do you wanna know? Make it quick 'cause the sleazy asshole is all over me to dance tonight and I don't wanna subject you to that bullshit.." she poured herself another shot, downed it, then filled the poor girl's tray for the jerks who were keeping her running. |