5
Jett
I shift on the worn oak bench I’m sitting on, glancing out at the street through the window. I move the heavy drape aside, giving me a better view, but it doesn’t help. An older woman approaches the bar and pulls open the door.
I lean back with a sigh. I can admit it, I’m anxious for Cady to show up.
Inside, the decor is all brocade and velvet, the lighting dim. It’s a hook-up bar, you can tell by the Victorian furnishings and the price of the drinks.
I sip the old-fashioned I’ve been nursing, draining the last watered down drops. I check my watch, but she’s not even supposed to be here yet.
Why did I decide to come here early? I ask myself for the third time.
But I know why. Why do I do anything? Because I’m a horny prick, that’s why.
I glance out the window, and this time
