Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #46 (11.4)

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The evening of the big event has arrived, and Roy has dropped Dustin off at work. If all goes well, they should be able to catch Jordan in the act and put him away for a long time. The question is - will all go well? See what's happening in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #46 (11.4)

The evening both crawled and passed too quickly, although Dustin had no idea how that worked. Probably just his nerves acting up, skewing everything. He was grateful for Denver’s company. Apparently Kenny had called in sick at the last minute and told Denver to take his place. He’d rather face this ordeal with his cousin by his side than Kenny any day.
Business was relatively slow, which didn’t help with the passage of time. Dustin volunteered to restock the shelves, and Denver said he’d watch the register.  Heading into the backroom, he thought it seemed fuller than before. “Did we get a delivery today?” he asked, poking his head out.

“Yeah, looks like it. Still feel like stocking?”

“Sure, no problem.” Dustin couldn’t help thinking the extra supplies would make Jordan pleased. Except, of course, he wasn’t going to get his hands on any of it. Not with Roy Landry on the case. Just thinking about the sheriff brought a smile to his lips, and he was humming to himself as he carried boxes onto the show room floor.

“Someone’s pretty happy,” Denver commented. No one was in the store at the moment, other than them, making conversation easier.

“Maybe,” Dustin said mysteriously, raising his voice to be heard from the aisle he stood in. “Anything wrong with a guy being happy?”

“Course not, glad to see it,” Denver replied. “And I think I have a good idea why.”

Dustin tried not to snort. Denver couldn’t possibly know about him and Roy. No way. Let him think what he wanted. “Why’s that, then?”

“Cause I see him walking across the parking lot now,” came the surprise answer.

Really? Uneasiness crawled along Dustin’s spine. Why would Roy be coming into the store? That wasn’t part of the plan. Had something gone wrong?

He finished racking packages of cables, then walked to the end of the aisle, trying to appear nonchalant, his heart hammering in his chest as he glanced toward the door. The bell chimed as the man walked in, and Dustin had to work not to let his jaw drop to the floor. That was not Roy Landry entering the building, it was fucking Jordan. What the hell?

Jordan glanced quickly around, spotted Dustin, and made a beeline toward him, plastering one of his winning smiles on his face. “Hello, sexy. I was hoping you were working tonight.”

Dustin fought against the bile that threatened to rise at the sound of Jordan’s voice.  Don’t fuck this up, just go along with what he says. Knowing Roy was somewhere close at hand and probably seeing everything helped calm his nerves. He could do this. He would do whatever it took to get rid of Jordan and prove himself worth of being with Roy.

“I’m right here,” he said, an equally false smile flitting across his face. “Were you looking for something special?”

“Other than you?” Jordan laughed. “Yeah, I wanted to see if you had a copy of a new video game. I’ve been hearing a lot about it, you know, gotta put it to the test and see if it lives up to the hype.”

“I think I know which one you mean, I just put some out.” Dustin walked ahead of Jordan to the aisle where the video games were located, out of sight of the front register. He gestured toward the shelves. Jordan ignored his motion.

“Whatever. I’ll just help myself to a copy later,” he said dropping his voice. “Just checking up on you. Not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t trust you, after last time I was in here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t care,” Dustin said.

“You just better make sure there are no complications,” Jordan fairly snarled. “Or you’ll be sorry?”

“What kind of complications?” Dustin struggled to keep his voice level. He didn’t want Jordan to think he’d upset him.

“Like your cousin hanging around or something. You make sure he’s out of here before I come back. Got it?”

Dustin nodded. Hopefully, Denver was headed to Partners after work and wouldn’t stick around. He wanted to keep his cousin out of this as much as possible. He glanced up from where he’d been staring at the floor to find Jordan regarding him with narrowed eyes.   “What?” Dustin asked, putting as much innocence into his voice as he could.

“I dunno. Something feels off,” Jordan murmured.

“You mean because I’m not falling at your feet anymore?” Dustin retorted.

Jordan fairly smirked. “That I don’t care about. Guys like you are easy to find. A cheap piece of ass, nothing more. If I still wanted you, I’d make you want me too, trust me.”

Dustin didn’t trust him, not as far as he could throw him, which wasn’t far. But he didn’t want to get into a pissing contest with the asshole either.

“After tonight, I don’t want to ever see you again. Find yourself another playmate.” Dustin was surprised at his own nerve.

“We’re through when I say we are.” Jordan grabbed Dustin by the arms and pulled him close, then pressed their lips together.

Dustin’s first instinct was to push Jordan away, but that would mean calling unwanted attention to themselves. He was relieved when Jordan pulled back. Without thinking, Dustin wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

“Bitch!” Jordan hissed. “Be ready when I come back.” He spun on his heel and fairly stomped his way out of the store. Dustin thought if he could have slammed the front door, he probably would have.

He leaned back against the nearest shelf shakily. Jordan was no one to fuck with, and Dustin didn’t intend to underestimate him.

Please don’t let Roy get hurt,” he breathed a silent prayer. I think I love him.

to be continued

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