Hungry for Love (24 page)

Kevin shook his head sadly. 
“
I
’
m just not free to come and go.  If only Bill could have a taste of what I feel with you.
”

Thrilled
,
Angie sighed and glowed with the flattery
,
then came back to earth
,
saying
,
“
I think he
’
s a quack.  He
’
s nothing compared to you.  He told me to eat—to taste again.
”

“
Really
?”
asked Kevin
,
seemingly shocked
,
then he did an about face and calmly said
,
“
Maybe you should try his approach.  Get on his good side.
”
  He scrutinized Angie
’
s face
,
but nothing seemed amiss
,
so he continued
,
“
Oh no
,
I could never ask you to….
”

Kevin felt good about the way that encounter had gone.  If he had planned it precisely it couldn
’
t have gone any better than it had naturally.  Soon things would be happening
,
thanks to his cleverness and skills with women.  It was exciting to wait and watch as the whole thing whirled into being.  And wouldn
’
t Bill be amusing when caught with his pants down for a change.

He drove his Porsche leisurely
,
while he talked on his cell phone. 
“
It
’
s all in motion now
,
baby.  It
’
s an unstoppable force
,
like fudge boiling over.
”
  Wanting to enjoy the thrills and chills of the conversation
,
he pulled into an empty space and just sat there
,
talking.

Conveniently parked several cars behind Kevin were Butch and Wimp.  Butch rapped her fingers rhythmically on the steering wheel as Wimp repeatedly turned to look at a parcel in the back seat.

“
I asked you to hold that steady between your legs on the floor up here
,”
said Butch with no small degree of irritation.

Wimp shook his head with fear and apprehension. 
“
I didn
’
t fight in any wars cause I didn
’
t want my balls blown off.  Do you think I would let that happen here in
Beverly Hills
?”

Butch reached for her crop.  He had been getting increasingly bold and cheeky and she knew she should put a stop to it immediately.  Their whole relationship was going downhill because of this quest
,
but she knew she couldn
’
t simply abandon that poor gym girl who was so at the mercy of this snake. 

“
We
’
re gonna make a point today
,”
she said. 
“
If he can
’
t stand the heat
,
he should stay out of the bedroom!
”

Kevin had relaxed back against the leather seat of his Porsche and was enjoying the way the conversation was going. 
“
Until you moan.  Until you whimper and beg me to stop
,
no to never stop.
”
  He listened as Chrissy
’
s voice got that thready
,
raspy quality that so turned him on
,
then he continued
,
“
I
’
m going to take some of those licorice whips….
”
  He paused again then responded to her query
,
“
Red.
”
  And then another pause
,
followed by
“
Okay
,
red
and
black.
”

Wimp had detached his seatbelt and gingerly set the tote bag between him and Butch as they each turned their full attention toward it and the last minute tinkering Butch had to do.  Dangling a few tools from the very edge of his fingers as though he were holding something nauseatingly drippy or gooey
,
he set them down on his lap.  Butch faced the middle of the car and focused completely on what she was doing.  She knew it would be no problem after all her years working in studio FX and prop departments.  If she could build fireworks—and she could—she could certainly do this.

Wimp
’
s hands clearly trembled. 
“
Are you really so sure we should go this far
,”
he asked. 
“
We could get into tr….
”

Clenching the needle nosed pliers
,
Butch looked up and glared at him for what felt like the zillionth time. 
“
We
’
re taking a stand.
”

Wimp shook his head. 
“
I just don
’
t want to cross the line.
”

Butch grew even more livid. 
“
That man is an enslaver of women.  He
’
s the one who
’
s crossed the line and now he
’
s gonna hang from it.
”

Kevin was cooing into the phone
,
“
Yes
,”
he sighed in his sexiest voice
,
“
Gummy bears.
”
  He couldn
’
t take it any longer. 
“
I
’
m coming over there.
”
 

Kevin abruptly pulled out into traffic and sped away as an identical Porsche smoothly pulled into his vacated space.  The doors opened and a couple exited the car.  She was elegant but no beauty and she spoke with an irritating Valley girl accent.  She carried an Ipad
,
onto which she intermittently typed and flipped through information.  Her companion was dressed and sounded like a
New York
wise guy
,
with that sleek
,
sharp
,
shiny suit and a certain prancing air.  His accent was so thick it was almost impossible to understand him.

As they walked toward a restaurant
,
she said flirtatiously
,
“
Um
,
like
,
I totally knew you were totally right for us the moment I saw you—I mean totally.
”
  He gazed at her like Mr. Very Cool
,
and swaggered even more
,
patting what appeared to be a bulge in his jacket pocket
,
then snapping his sunglasses.

“
Of cauze you did
,”
he said
,
“
I din
’
t wawk in yaw daw fwaw nuttin
’
.  I knoo what daw it wuz and whut you waunted and I wuz the guy tah do it. No questyuns axed.
”

She shivered a little with expectation and they both entered the bistro and disappeared from sight.

Wimp and Butch were deep in concentration but shortly Butch nodded
,
indicating everything was ready.  She gestured toward the car and nodded at Wimp. 
“
Ok
,
do just what I told you.
”

Wimp grimaced and then exited the Honda
,
casually but neurotically walking toward the Porsche.  Stopping constantly to gaze around for potential hazards
,
he followed Butch
’
s directive and planted some sticky stuff at the bumper and under fenders
,
always jumping back from the car each time.  He glanced at his watch in dread
,
then hightailed it back to their vehicle.

“
Quick
,”
he said terrified
,
“
Get outta here.  Go.  Go.  Go.
”

Butch sneered and said
,
“
Wait.
”

Then it came
,
a loud pop
,
and the midsized explosion Butch had so carefully engineered.  She laughed with glee
,
then held her hand up for Wimp to slap
,
and he attempted to fist bump her and then she flicked both hands in exasperation at him.  He wasn
’
t that young
,
but he never got the high five.  Why did she bother.