From Dollar Store Novel by Mickey J. Corrigan
While we waited for our host to greet us, I polished off another glass of the bubbly. I had plans for my future and no education to make my dreams come true. No man to do that either. Just my dollar store life. And my hotrod bod. Nobody was using it. Might as well sell it to the highest bidder. Like I said, whatever works.
When Tucker Locke had a moment between leggy ducklings in size two beach dresses, Bailey Jane pushed me forward and I got introduced. Our host sipped red wine out of a crystal glass. His lips were stained. Vampire like. I shivered when he grabbed hold of my wrist and pressed on my pulse with a cool thumb. He gave me a sneerful glance over. “Nice to meet ya, ” he said, his Boston showing.
I laughed. “Oh yeah, I bet it is.” I put the free hand on my easy hip and slow smiled. “I’ve heard interesting things about you, Mr. Locke.”
His eyes were fish hooks and lured me to some surface. I caught my breath, ready to go under with him. Why not? Nothing to lose. When he stood up his shadow fell on me and I was suddenly cold.
"Come with me. I’d like to show you around, Maeve." He took my elbow. His hand was like an ice pick, that chill, that sharp. "Maeve what?"
"Maeve Burke," I told him and tried to stay in body. "I’m half Irish."
Me being inane.
He smiled without any teeth showing. Almost like it hurt. Walked me past the other girls, who were clasping flutes in manicured claws and hacking me with their dagger eyes. He walked me out of the living room or whatever it was and into the foyer. The chandelier sparkled like a thousand suns. The music was from a film. Maybe Titanic.