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You’re here to do a job! Do it, girl, and get out of this rinky-dink place. Then, go catch some more bad guys.
“Good,” I say, dragging my eyes back to his cropped brown hairline and dusty brown eyes. “So, Big Blaze…” I shiver because it’s even sexier hearing his name come out of my mouth that time than before. “You wanna hear what you need to do to get me upstairs to my room?” I ask, ready to trap him.
“Hell yes. Tell me what I need to do and it’s done,”Blaze says in that honey-whiskey tone that has driven me mad since the first word he said to me.
“All I need is for you to pa—”
I’m cut off by the fire alarm blaring overhead; an annoying, screeching sound that makes me feel like my eardrums are going to explode.
“I’m going to fuckin’ shoot something,” he yells as all hope of us going upstairs is doused.
“I’ll help,” I yell back, grimly. Someone does need to get shot for causing this alarm to go off. I’m not even sure if I was just about to give in to Blaze or tease him some more, but I hate that we are interrupted by this sounding alarm.
As people start to evacuate out of their rooms and out of the building, I realize this thing with Blaze and me just isn’t going down. With so many things happening each time we meet, I contemplate our meeting might not be meant to be.
Blaze looks like he’s more interested in helping to evacuate people out of the building than he is finding somewhere else to go, so I join him in knocking on doors and telling people they need to get out as the smell of smoke grows stronger.
Hours later, the building is evacuated, and the fire department has located and extinguished a small kitchen fire.
“You know what, I think we should just call it a night,” I say, exhausted, smelling of smoke and ready to go home and lie down. At the moment, I’m tired of looking at that motel.
“No, Ari. I’d love it if we could finally get the chance to hang out. We’ve been at this for the third night in a row, so let’s just do it. I’ll go and rent a car and drive us out of the city to somewhere more secluded.”
I would offer to drive my car, but I haven’t had a chance to remove anything that might link me to the FBI, so I agree to Blaze’s plan.
I yawn, the gravity of the day weighing down on me. “Sure, let’s do it.”
Not an hour later, Blaze pulls up to the still smoky motel building and picks me up in a blue SUV. We small talk as he jumps on the highway. At this point, I’m unsure if we’re on an official date, or if I’m still just doing my job, so I just go with the flow.
“So, you’ve only been in New York for two months?” he asks as he turns onto the expressway.
“Yeah, two months. I came up from North Carolina chasing dreams,” I tell him. It’s partially true. I’m living my dream of taking down bad guys.
“Oh yeah? What’s your dream?” he asks.
“To be a Broadway actress,” I say. It’s cliché, but it has some truth to it. When I was a little girl, I used to want to be an actress. My parents even contemplated sending me to theater school.
“I can see you doing that. You’re very dramatic at times,” he says. “Especially with your facial movements. You don’t have a poker face.”
If only he knew.
“Dramatic, oh, I can show you dramatics. If you keep shooting shots at me, I’m going to tell you about yourself,” I say huffing and crossing my arms.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Look at how you’re pouting. Broadway, look out; here she comes!” he says like an announcer for a Broadway show.
“Whatever Big Blaze,” I say, and we both erupt into laughter.
Ten minutes after we get on the highway, we witness a five-car pile-up ahead of us, which backs up traffic for hours. We spend that time talking about life and what brought us both to the point we are now. I can’t believe how much I tell him about myself, mostly true, as he wades through the traffic.
Opening up to him about Tracyee is especially hard, knowing he’s the kind of man that keeps pimps and traffickers in business.
Five hours later, I’m convinced Blaze is just a man in need of a companion. He’s not some rude and dirty trick who tries to exploit a girl’s need for cash to fulfill all of his nasty desires. He’s, dare I say it, a gentleman.
He pulls into a nice hotel, and we check in. We crash onto the bed as soon as we enter the room. Within minutes, we are both fast asleep.
The next morning, I awake to the sound of Blaze’s phone going off.
“Hey, Blaze…Blaze!”
