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knowing exactly who I was.
    I’m flattered though; a part of me experienced a tiny electric thrill that she remembered me. “Yes,” I say, “good memory. You’re the one who should be at the track.” I smiled and she mirrored me with one of her own.
    “I reckon I should be,” she said and stood up straight. She ran her hands down the front of her polyester uniform, smoothed out invisible wrinkles and shifted from foot to foot. She was nervous around me. I made her nervous. This was good. “It’s not such a big deal though, you guys stood out around here. It’s not often we get good looking rich guys crashing our little end of town.”
    “You think I’m good looking?” I asked and winked. She blushed and looked deliciously wicked.
    “Well, you’re not exactly ugly,” she laughed and brushed her stray hair away from her forehead again. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch it. To stroke her skin and feel it, cool and moist under my fingers.
    “Well, I thank you for that,” I said and picked up the saltshaker. I tapped the bottom and sprinkled a dash on my food.
    “You should watch your salt intake,” she told me and I looked up. She blushed again and added, “I mean no offense, but I read an article recently that salt isn’t good for you. You would be amazed at how many things it’s in, too.”
    Well, she wasn’t exactly Einstein, but her allure wasn’t tarnished. This surprised me; I tended to appreciate brains as well as beauty. It is sweet that she cared though. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied and set the salt back down.
    “I should get back,” she said but didn’t move.
    “Yeah, you should,” I told her brusquely and watched her face crumple in uncertainty. I couldn’t be too nice straight off, wouldn’t want to set a precedent.
    “I’m sorry,” she said and turned around, walked slowly back to the table full of the lowbrow construction workers. They were finished and I heard them make a few choice comments about what else they’d like to have if she was on the menu.
    When she’s mine, she won’t have to deal with that shit. When she belongs to me, if shitbags like this disrespected her, I would fucking kill them.
    Until then, I appreciated their role in all this. They were helping direct her closer to my little trap, making my lure seem that much more appealing.
    I finished my meal with only one more interruption from her, she warmed up my coffee. We made awkward small talk briefly and she scuttled away knowing she’d offended me somehow, but not sure why.
    I left her a large tip and exited while she was busy with another table.
    I got in my car and watched as she found the extra fifty, looked around almost ashamed as though she’d stolen it, then tucked it into her pocket and went about her day.
    I’d forgotten to get her name again, but at this point it was irrelevant. She would simply become Pet when she came to live with me.
     

     

Chapter Four
    Jude
     
    My friends were idiots. I should rephrase that. My former frat brothers were idiots; I didn’t technically have any friends.
    We were driving around in Luka’s new ride, a Porsche Cayenne turbo. We had gone for a short trip down south along the I5 so he could show us how fast it was. Zero-to-sixty in four seconds flat he claimed, but I wasn’t so sure. I whooped it up and faked being impressed as much as the others, but ultimately I didn’t give a shit. I was looking more for cargo space than speed when I picked a vehicle these days.
    Tonight it was just the three guys, and I as usual. Luka, Tony and Marcus...aka Lucky, Ton Ton and Marcy. Sometimes I disliked them, actually most of the time I disliked them, but I needed them to appear normal.
    They called me Holy Roller. I don’t know why, probably something I said on one drunken night at Harvard and they couldn’t let it go.
    We were driving around looking for something to do, which when you were with these guys could mean tag teaming some drunk