Uncertanties

It had been a busy weekend at the camp with Cade. He put up with my not-so-subtle ravings about Raisa and kept me occupied with fishing and cleaning of the camp for the season. They used it year-round, but they would do a clean up of the summer gear during the fall; in the winter, they would put away the hunting gear; and in the spring they would put away the ski gear.

By the time I got home on Sunday night, I was exhausted. A couple of the guys were headed back out to the clubs, but I just needed some time to crash. Besides, I was off to work in the morning, unlike the rest of them who couldn’t go out in the day. Sometimes, it really sucked being a half-breed that could go outside in the daytime. It was pretty lonely when the only people I could spend my days with didn’t know who I really was. However, I wasn’t going to knock it. It allowed me to work days and nights, and my day job paid pretty well, so…

Monday and Tuesday came and went, routine as always, with one little hitch. I was dying to see Raisa again. But, when was it acceptable to call her? Three days after meeting her? A week after meeting her? What was the magic number? I didn’t want to wait too long and make her think I wasn’t all that interested. Nor, did I want to give her a chance to meet someone else. Shit! What if she already had someone else? A deep rumble sounded in my gut. What was it with this female? No other female had ever had me tied up in knots like this one.

Wednesday I had to head into the club I worked at, only to find out that somehow Desiree had weaseled an appointment with me on the schedule. I immediately went to the office and complained. They, in not so many words told me to pick my battles wisely. Desiree was a valued client of the club and with the money she drops in there, she pretty much gets whatever she wants. Even if it is at my expense. They also told me to be happy that they allow me to continue to work there, without offering up more than my veins. Apparently, Desiree wasn’t the only one to request me and they didn’t like turning down money. I thought about things for all of about three seconds before I promptly told them to kiss my ass, turned and walked out. I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do for extra money now, but I’d be hard fucking pressed to be forced into giving my vein to some phycho chic or worse, prostitution.

As much as the money piece concerned me, walking out of that place felt good. I was surprised at how much relief I felt as I put the club to my back. Sliding into my car, my mind was in a thousand places. I was in the mood for a drive. I just needed some time to think... about a lot. So, I pulled out of the spot, blasted the radio, and drove with no particular destination in mine.

Before I knew it, I was pulling up to Raisa’s apartment building. I stopped my car and looked up at where I thought her window might be. It was hard to remember, as I was a little drunk that night. That’s when I saw her walk in front of it. I sat and stared, dumbfounded, as to how I ended up here. As she turned and stepped away from the window, I quickly put the car back in 1st and pulled out of the spot I had stopped in. What am I a fucking idiot?! What if she had seen me? I was not thinking straight at all tonight. “Siri, call Vincent.” I called. Vincent could turn this mood around.