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Christian staked out the house in wait. She had to go out sometime, and he knew she had the late shift tonight. She had the late shift every Wednesday night. So, he knew that like any other Wednesday night, at ten-fifteen, like clockwork, she would be heading out on her way to The Stop.
That would be when he would make his move. And he would make sure she'd regret walking out on him and betraying him!
He checked his watch. It was only four-thirty in the afternoon now. What a bummer. There were six hours to go before he would see his Dawnie out here. To that end, he decided he would go back home and come back later.
*
"I'm worried about her, Chris," Trish said as she stood near the cook in the kitchen. She was clad in her waitress' uniform and apron, and it seemed she hadn't done much along the lines of waiting tables for the past hour. Her shift was coming to and end, but at the same time, it had been pretty quiet for the last thirty-five or so minutes.
"I know, Trish," the blond man said. "I know. But Stephanie did the right thing in sending her home. That poor thing has been working herself into a frenzy lately. It's no wonder she had a panic attack."
The petite blonde shook her head.
"I don't think it's quite so simple. I mean, Chris, she stood us up the other night. That's not like Lita."
"I know, but-"
"And she said Edge was sick," Trish interrupted him. "Well, I don't know... I'm not so sure I buy it."
Chris looked back up from the burgers he was flipping.
"What do you mean?" he asked, giving her a strange look.
The little blonde shook her head.
"I don't know... Too many weird things have been happening lately. First that guy getting attacked, then Lita's fight with Dawn Marie... Now this."
"Hmm." Chris had to admit, the woman had a point, but he wasn't quite sure what that point was. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, what do you say we go pay her a visit after my shift ends?"
Trish's expression changed to one of great relief.
"Oh, that would be great, Chris. I'll wait up for you by the counter." She checked her watch, sure enough noticing that her shift had indeed ended, and then reached in back of herself to untie the apron. She quickly tossed it over her shoulder and was about to leave, but the man's voice stopped her.
"No, wait... I kinda like your company, Trish."
She turned to meet his baby blue eyes, unable to resist a smile.
*
Six-Thirty PM
Christian entered the club and chose a spot close to the stage - well, runway, more aptly. It was early, so he was lucky enough to have gotten his very own small table up front. Yes, this would do.
He'd never been in the place before, but damn if he wasn't all hot and bothered. Damn Dawn Marie for walking out on him. Who the hell did she think she was, anyway?
It served her right that he was now in a place like this, about to watch women of this caliber. Hell, he thought he just might even hook up with one of them out of spite to his betraying wife. And then, when she came crawling back to him, let's see how she liked it!
The place was by no means packed at this early hour, but Christian was surprised there were as many men as there were.
Minutes later, some rhythmic, pounding music began to blare through the speakers. This was it. He settled down in his seat, a smirk coming to his face as he waited with anticipation. He took a sip from his drink, and then she slipped out from the back, onto the stage.
The woman wasn't dancing five minutes when Christian suddenly realized that he actually knew her. It was his first time in the place, but he recognized that face and hair. And it didn't take him but seconds to place them - it was that Torrie chick. She used to be a waitress at The Stop.
Surprisingly, the tall blonde seemed to show recognition of him as well. She locked eyes with him and smiled, winking as she tantalizingly removed her shiny gold foil top.
Christian licked his lips with appreciation as he eyed her full bare breasts. He was suddenly determined
to get some contact going with Torrie later on, before he headed back to his stakeout.