Paying Uncle's Toll

Excerpt:

I stood outside the toll booth, finishing the last drag of my cigarette. The August night was hot and humid, and I wished it was my day off. My friend Kimmy had called earlier, asking if I was interested in a double date. Hot British twins who were crossing the country on motorcycles. I pouted, and felt disappointment hit me in the gut when I had to turn her down. Oh well. I hoped Kimmy would have a good night at least.

Headlights made me squint as I ground my cigarette butt into the moist earth. I popped some spearmint gum to kill the ashtray breath. With a sigh, I headed inside.

A silver, two door sedan pulled up to the window. I tucked a strand of black hair behind my ear as I slid the bottom half open and leaned out. When I saw who my visitor was, I smiled wide.

Uncle Robert smiled back. His green eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exhausted. But he still looked incredibly hot. His short, salt-and-pepper hair was done military style. He had a face that could've been sculpted from marble.

He'd been my uncle by marriage for three years, and I'd lusted after him from the moment I met him. Aunt Sheena met him on a singles cruise, or so Mom told me. But after a brief marriage, Sheena was shouting for divorce. It seemed nothing Uncle Robert could do for that woman was good enough. I had to feel for the man. He was a quiet type of tough guy that always reminded me of Charles Bronson. He didn't show his feelings all the time, sure, but I knew this break up with Sheena was hurting him bad.

"Long day at the office?" I asked as he handed me some coins.

He gave a tired grin. "Boy, was it ever." Then he sighed. "Wish I could say I was looking forward to going home."

I leaned out the window to give him his change, flashing him a sympathetic gaze as I did so. I noticed he glanced at my generous cleavage, popping out the top of my tight tank top. So I let my touch linger, stroking his lined palm seductively before I pulled back.

He stared at me, and I decided to invite him in. "You know, it's really slow tonight. You're my first car in hours. Wanna come in for a cup?" I held up my mug of cold coffee.