Slipway Grey: A Deep Sea Thriller Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Dane Hatchell
shade brighter than her lips. Auburn hair, long and silky, frames high cheek bones and luscious mouth. She walks with the prowess of a jungle cat on the hunt. An innocent rabbit sits with eyes growing wider as his mouth drops open in the mesmerizing moment.
“Is this seat taken?” Her words are simple—the question stale. She does not wait for an answer, sliding onto the stool keeping her naked legs on display for his pleasure.
Finding his resolve through the haze of enchantment, he utters a soft, “No.”
She adjusts her skirt in a soft caress across thighs. She lifts her head and peers upward with green-gold eyes that sparkle.
He closes his mouth and swallows as if parched from a long desert journey. Then lifts the beer for a nervous sip.
She rests folded hands on a knee and waits patiently.
“Hi there. Can I offer you a drink?” Forced courage resonates in his voice.
“A drink would be delicious.”
He smiles sheepishly and raises a hand to attract the bartender.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender asks as the young man points to the new arrival.
“I’ll have what my friend . . .”
“Adam.”
“I’ll have what Adam is having.”
The bartender leaves to fill the order.
“So you like Irish Red too. I see you have red hair. Are you Irish?”
“Only on St. Patrick’s Day.”
He laughs. “What’s your name? I told you mine.”
“Eve.”
“Eve? Your name is Eve? No way! Eve?”
“Yes. Eve.”
“So, I’m Adam and you’re Eve.”
The bartender sets the glass down, and Adam hands her more bills.
She wraps her hand around the chilled glass and brings it to her mouth. Her tongue wipes her lips before she speaks. “Yes.”
“Unbelievable. You’re not going to tempt me with an apple and make me sin, are you?”
“No . . . not with an apple.” A smile presenting teeth widens.
“Are you for real?”
She giggles. “The last time I checked.”
“Well, Eve. I’m down this way on a short business trip, and I thought I’d hit a local watering hole before calling it a night. This a regular hangout of yours?”
“I come here for martinis. I’ve had my quota for the night. What type of business are you in.”
“Ah, you know. Just a little something I’ve been doing for a couple years to earn some cash between semesters.”
“What’s a little something?”
“Do you like to party, Eve? Sit back and mellow out or dance all night to high energy music?”
“Sure. I always like to get up for a good time. You having a party tonight?” She leans over and rests a hand on his thigh.
He squirms uncomfortably on his stool and turns his head from side to side. In a low voice, he says, “I’ve got some really pure stuff that will make the Garden of Eden look like the city dump.”
“SSSSounds like you’re the snake enticing me to sin.” She smiles. “I’m sure it would be a heavenly experience. I can’t wait.”
“Great. This place is cramping my style anyway. Too many Rednecks. Let’s go to my hotel.”
“Let’s not take things too fast.”
“Huh? I thought—”
“Do you see that big ‘Redneck’ by the dart board? Shaved head with the arms cut off his shirt?”
“Yeah. So?”
“That’s my ex-boyfriend. He has a jealous streak, and if we leave together we won’t make it two steps out the bar before he’ll be on you.”
“I’m not scared of him,” he says unconvincingly.
“All I’m asking is that you give me a five minute head start. I’ll be in a black Corvette. My house isn’t far. You can leave your car here, and I’ll bring you back in the morning.”
“You want me to spend the night?”
“Baby, once I start to party, I don’t know when to stop.” She steps off the stool and walks out the door without looking back.
*
He approaches the sleek beast, and it roars to life. Once inside lights from the parking lot only shine across her eyes, the rest of her face shrouded in darkness. He is pinned to the back of the seat as tires squeal,
“Is this seat taken?” Her words are simple—the question stale. She does not wait for an answer, sliding onto the stool keeping her naked legs on display for his pleasure.
Finding his resolve through the haze of enchantment, he utters a soft, “No.”
She adjusts her skirt in a soft caress across thighs. She lifts her head and peers upward with green-gold eyes that sparkle.
He closes his mouth and swallows as if parched from a long desert journey. Then lifts the beer for a nervous sip.
She rests folded hands on a knee and waits patiently.
“Hi there. Can I offer you a drink?” Forced courage resonates in his voice.
“A drink would be delicious.”
He smiles sheepishly and raises a hand to attract the bartender.
“What’ll you have?” the bartender asks as the young man points to the new arrival.
“I’ll have what my friend . . .”
“Adam.”
“I’ll have what Adam is having.”
The bartender leaves to fill the order.
“So you like Irish Red too. I see you have red hair. Are you Irish?”
“Only on St. Patrick’s Day.”
He laughs. “What’s your name? I told you mine.”
“Eve.”
“Eve? Your name is Eve? No way! Eve?”
“Yes. Eve.”
“So, I’m Adam and you’re Eve.”
The bartender sets the glass down, and Adam hands her more bills.
She wraps her hand around the chilled glass and brings it to her mouth. Her tongue wipes her lips before she speaks. “Yes.”
“Unbelievable. You’re not going to tempt me with an apple and make me sin, are you?”
“No . . . not with an apple.” A smile presenting teeth widens.
“Are you for real?”
She giggles. “The last time I checked.”
“Well, Eve. I’m down this way on a short business trip, and I thought I’d hit a local watering hole before calling it a night. This a regular hangout of yours?”
“I come here for martinis. I’ve had my quota for the night. What type of business are you in.”
“Ah, you know. Just a little something I’ve been doing for a couple years to earn some cash between semesters.”
“What’s a little something?”
“Do you like to party, Eve? Sit back and mellow out or dance all night to high energy music?”
“Sure. I always like to get up for a good time. You having a party tonight?” She leans over and rests a hand on his thigh.
He squirms uncomfortably on his stool and turns his head from side to side. In a low voice, he says, “I’ve got some really pure stuff that will make the Garden of Eden look like the city dump.”
“SSSSounds like you’re the snake enticing me to sin.” She smiles. “I’m sure it would be a heavenly experience. I can’t wait.”
“Great. This place is cramping my style anyway. Too many Rednecks. Let’s go to my hotel.”
“Let’s not take things too fast.”
“Huh? I thought—”
“Do you see that big ‘Redneck’ by the dart board? Shaved head with the arms cut off his shirt?”
“Yeah. So?”
“That’s my ex-boyfriend. He has a jealous streak, and if we leave together we won’t make it two steps out the bar before he’ll be on you.”
“I’m not scared of him,” he says unconvincingly.
“All I’m asking is that you give me a five minute head start. I’ll be in a black Corvette. My house isn’t far. You can leave your car here, and I’ll bring you back in the morning.”
“You want me to spend the night?”
“Baby, once I start to party, I don’t know when to stop.” She steps off the stool and walks out the door without looking back.
*
He approaches the sleek beast, and it roars to life. Once inside lights from the parking lot only shine across her eyes, the rest of her face shrouded in darkness. He is pinned to the back of the seat as tires squeal,