My community service became thrilling—a wild ride I couldn’t wait to jump on. Red did that to me. She made me feel urgent with need and ready to pounce.
I followed behind her, stopping at the front desk where Jermaine was sitting, and watched her through the front window as she made her way across the parking lot. She ran her fingers through her luscious scarlet locks and dug in her purse for what I assumed were her keys. She was wearing brown ankle boots and maroon tights that hugged every curve of her legs like a fucking dream. Her top was green, which made the color of her hair pop even more.
I liked her style—that she knew how to dress her voluptuous body so perfectly to allow me and every other man she passed see her thick frame and what I was slowly realizing was a gorgeous body. Round and tight and flowing with curves I wanted to speed around.
Jermaine was right. If a little of something was good, more was better. Shannon had more of everything, and I wanted to sample every inch.
“Told you so,” he said, leaning his back against the front desk and crossing his ankles in front of him.
He laughed when I shook my head and exhaled.
“She’s a hard one to crack. Probably got a boyfriend already. I wouldn’t stress about it, Matt.” He shrugged.
I hadn’t even thought to ask her about another man, but the truth was, it didn’t matter to me. She was mine for the taking regardless of who had staked their claim on her.
“She’s just playing hard to get,” I said.
Jermaine laughed harder, his head falling back. “You’re delusional, man. You ain’t getting none of that.”
I shook my head, my cheeks aching with my smile. “She wants me. I can feel it.”
It was a lie.
I was certain she wasn’t playing hard to get. That she really did want me to leave her be. Yet every time she was snappy with me, basically telling me to leave her the hell alone, another challenge was laid down for me.
She didn’t want me, but she would, and her surrender would be sweeter than any other woman because of that.
“Whatever you say, man. Have fun mopping the main hall. I’m going to take a nap in the break room while you do my work.” He laughed as he walked away.
“Fucking slacker,” I joked.
He flashed me a peace sign.
“Double or nothing the next time she’s here,” I called out to him.
He turned, walking backward to his destination with a huge grin on his face. “Deal. Next time, you’ll mop the front hall and clean the visitor’s bathroom.”
Over my dead body would I clean a toilet. The next time she came to visit, she was as good as mine. You had to be patient with women like her, and luckily for me, I was the most patient man I knew.
FOUR DAYS WENT BY, and in that time, I did everything I was supposed to do. Mopped hallways, changed bed sheets, and fixed things as if I were a fucking repairman.
One lady had somehow managed to pull off her door handle. She was eighty. How the fuck she managed to have the Hulk-like strength, I’d never know. I used a drill for the first time in my life thanks to her.
The entire time I worked, I patiently waited for Red’s next visit. I knew if I could get one more shot at asking her out, she would land in my palm. That thought helped push me through the manual labor and urine smells. It wasn’t easy, but I had to do it. Besides, there were worse things than cleaning. Things like jail and the possibility of being ass raped by a big fucker named George. I was lucky to get out of jail time, so I considered myself a winner every time I unclogged a toilet.
A few days later, working at the nursing home was starting to take its toll, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last. Jermaine had me taking the trash out, so for over an hour, I tapped on room doors, went inside, and changed out used trashed bags for new ones.
It was gross.
It was tedious.
And at that moment, I almost gave up.
I was rich beyond belief. I didn’t have to work. I was done cleaning up after the elderly.
“Come on in,” the lady behind the door in room three hundred called out.
I pushed the heavy door, and it creaked open.
Inside was comfy. Somehow, the lady who stayed in this room was able to make the infirmary feel go away completely. A crocheted throw laid across her bed, and a comfy chair with a lamp was beside it in the corner. The room even smelled different. Instead of the antiseptic odor of the nursing home, it smelled like apple pie and cinnamon.
“I’m here for your trash,” I said, stepping deeper into her space.
“Well, get on in here, handsome. Let’s have a look at you then.”
There she was, sitting at the head of her bed with a grin on her face. The gray pants and the flowery top she was wearing were different from the other ladies who wore gowns all the time. It was as if she wasn’t ready to let go of living yet.
She had a touch of pink lipstick on and her hair looked as though it had recently been rolled, puffs of hair clouded around her head like a halo. The white lengths fell far down her back and into the pillow behind her, hiding her hair’s true length.
“Oh, my. You are a handsome guy. Did you come here to ask me on a date?”
I chuckled as the older lady took me off guard. I was used to the old women at Twin Oaks gawking and incoherently saying lewd things, but this lady seemed to know exactly what she was saying.
“No, ma’am, I came to take out your trash.”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” She chuckled.
I snorted. “I’m afraid not. When I say trash, I actually mean trash.”
I moved deeper into the room, flapping the new trash bag as I tried to open it while I looked for her trash can.
“Well, that’s a pity. I haven’t had a date in a long while.” She patted at her hair and fingered the white waves with her wrinkled fingers. The pink color painted on her nails matched her lips.
“Is that so?” I asked, playing along. “That’s a shame.”
“It sure is. I was hoping a nice-looking fella like you could rectify my sad situation.” She adjusted herself in bed as if she was posing to look sexy.
I laughed.
I’d never seen anything so ridiculous and cute in all my life.
“Mrs. …” I started.
“Davis. It’s Miss Davis.”
I shook my head, feeling myself blush, which was something I hadn’t done since I was a boy.
“Miss Davis, I’m flattered, truly, but I’m no good for you, babe.”
I didn’t want to be rude. The least I could do was let her down gently.
“The best ones never are.”
At that, I laughed again. She was something else.
“We can be friends though, right?” I asked.
She sighed, a flirty grin transforming her aged face. “I suppose. You can’t have too many friends, I guess.”
“That’s definitely true. Now, where’s that trash can so I can do my job? I’ll get kicked out of here if they find out I’m in a lady’s room flirting in the middle of my shift.”
She giggled, her voice sounding much younger than she was.
Reaching over the side of her bed, she pulled up her trash can and held it out to me.
“I hid it. It was my way of keeping you for a while.”
I chuckled and waved my finger at her. “Naughty girl, Miss Davis.”