Page 81 of Rest In Pieces
Her mouth snaps shut, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Yeah, exactly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to shower the glass out of my hair and get some rest before my next scene. Unless you want to shoot it for me?”
When she doesn’t say anything, I walk around her and stomp into my RV, heading straight for the shower. I silently curse the damn woman as I wash my hair, then climb out and wrap myself in my fluffy robe.
I walk out of the bathroom and over to the bed, face planting on it, hoping that sleep will cure my bad mood. I groan, wondering what the hell’s wrong with me. I usually let things roll off my back, so why the fuck is everything bothering me today?
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to drift off. When I wake up, I feel a lot better, and I promise myself to add some yoga into my workout tomorrow. Hopefully, that’ll help.
I sit up and stretch, feeling my robe slip open, reminding me I need to get dressed. I look over at the clock and curse when I realize I overslept. I might as well leave the robe on, head to wardrobe, and get ready for the next scene.
After freshening up, I pull on some clean underwear under my robe and slide my feet into a pair of flip-flops. I grab one of my pre-made shakes from the fridge and down it, hoping it will give me an energy boost, but I know I’ll need a couple of shots of caffeine, too.
Tossing the bottle into the recycling, I tighten the belt of my robe and head out. I open the door of the RV and stop when I see G and Blade walking my way. Pulling the door closed behind me, I step down and walk over to G with a smile, already feeling more awake.
“Hey, handsome. I thought something might’ve come up.”
He looks me over, taking in my outfit—or lack thereof—and adjusts himself before wrapping his arms around me. “Now that you mention it,” he murmurs in my ear, making me grin.
“Amity,” a deep voice says, interrupting us. I mentally remind myself that setting people on fire is frowned upon and plaster on a wide smile as I pull free of G and look at Blade.
He looks at my smile, which is as warm as the Arctic, and his lips twitch. “We were on our way back from visiting a friend, and I thought I’d tag along. You mind?”
“You gonna be nice to me? Because heads up, I’m cranky as fuck today.”
“Period?”
“Don’t get them. And just a friendly word of advice: don’t assume a pissed-off woman’s on her period, or you’ll be the one bleeding.”
“Noted. You need to get laid?”
I don’t know if he’s deliberately trying to push my buttons or if this is just Blade being Blade. Something tells me it’s probably a bit of both.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ve been getting some good dick lately.”
G leans down and bites my shoulder where my robe has slipped.
I smack him on the back of the head, making him chuckle. “Behave.”
“Maybe you’re just hungry. Sunshine is hell on wheels when she is.”
I pause, realizing I rushed out without breakfast this morning because I was running late, and I haven’t had time for anything since.
“You might be onto something. I haven’t eaten all day, but I did just have a shake, so that might help. Dammit, don’t tell Nevaeh. She’ll think I can’t cope without her.”
“Well, you forgot to eat, so maybe?—”
My glare cuts him off.
“How about I see what I can find for you and show you I can be a nice guy?” Blade offers, making me laugh.
“I’m not sure anyone would call you a nice guy. But okay, feed me, and I might downgrade you from giant porn sized dick to just dick.”
He looks from me to G, who’s now standing beside me. “She knows that I’m the president of a motorcycle club, right? And not just any president either, but the president of all the damn chapters?”
“Wow, humblebrag much?”
“I don’t even know what that means,” he mutters before turning away with a sigh and heading toward Craft Services.