by Daya Daniels
THE SPACE BETWEEN RACHEL AND EVIE
BY: DAYA DANIELS
CONTENTS
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Quote
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
About the Author
Copyright@ 2016 by Daya Daniels
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Acknowledgments
Thank you first and foremost to the readers. Without you, my stories would have no audience.
Thank you to J. Zweifel who helps to make sure that my words are pretty enough for the world to read. I’m so very grateful for you!
To my wonderful husband, I love you. Your support is priceless.
You are my tribe.
“Women. They are a complete mystery.”
-Stephen Hawking
PROLOGUE
One Year Earlier
Evie
The outline of the back of him would be burned into my memory forever.
His broad shoulders moved towards his silver Dodge Viper, away from me, away from the life we had together.
I begged. I cried. I made promises I knew I couldn’t keep.
Still, there was nothing I could do to make him stay.
Hearing the engine of the car start, I stood in the doorway, thinking of my next desperate move. I became angry when I realized I considered tossing myself under the front wheels, hoping it would stop him from driving off.
“You lack ambition,” he said as he gently raked his thick fingers through my hair, before walking out the door. The words sliced through me like a sharp blade, exposing my insides.
I wiped the tears from my face with a shaky palm, fighting the urge to vomit.
A few minutes before, we were lying naked together, fucking like animals. He cuddled me then, pulling me close to him and kissing me like it was the last time it would happen. I should’ve known something was wrong from the look on his face, the moment he first showed up.
I told him I loved him—that I needed him. Now, he was leaving...
I slid against the doorframe, sinking down to the floor. It felt like my world was cracking in two and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
He took one last glance in the rearview mirror at my pitiful face before hitting the gas. The tires kicked up dust as they spun against the sand, creating a cloud in the air as he drove off. The particles dispersed every which way, much like my life had in these last few minutes.
I began to hyperventilate. My throat was closing. I was gasping for air.
I couldn’t breathe without him.
CHAPTER ONE
Evie
Each morning for the past three weeks, he came in at seven o’clock sharp. His breakfast order was always the same—a black coffee, two eggs over-easy, one slice of rye toast, and two pieces of maple bacon. The bill always came to nine dollars and thirteen cents and he always left me a tip that was more than the actual meal itself.
I refilled Mr. Martin’s coffee cup, listening to him babble on about the weather as I scanned the place where I worked. Mr. Martin had owned this diner since 1992. It still belonged to his father but he ran the place.
I watched the man this morning, who had now become one of my regulars, across the diner as he unrolled his white paper napkin, carefully spreading it out across his lap. He moved to perfectly align his fork, knife, and spoon on the table in front of him. The sticky menu he always left to the side of him, never looking it over. He wore a suit each day, which always looked well worn by the morning, but today, especially so. Today, the man had on a black suit that was cut like a Brioni. He wore a crisp blue button-down shirt underneath it and a once impeccable-looking neck-tie now hung loosely from around his neck.
People around here didn’t wear suits. If he was trying to blend in wearing a suit, he was doing a poor job of it.
This was Rachel, Nevada.
It was located along the infamous Extraterrestrial Highway, a ninety-two-mile portion of State Route 375, which runs between Hiko and Warm Springs, approximately one hundred and fifty miles from the world-famous Las Vegas Strip.
Rachel always reminded outsiders, including me, of a visit to The Twilight Zone. The way here is miles of barrenness, without a tree or building along the journey, until you reach a crest on the empty highway. Then Rachel finally comes into sight, giving its observer a panoramic view of old, scattered buildings that spread across a Mars-like valley.
The population at last census was fifty-four people. We had no post office.
The July heat was sweltering. It was one hundred degrees outside and even hotter at midday but by some miracle the stranger hadn’t broken a sweat. His skin was as cool as a cucumber’s.
Ariana’s wide brown eyes lit up, as she nudged me with her elbow hard in my side. I looked at her and shook my head from side to side, in response to her ridiculous grin.
“Mr. Hot Suit is here again.” She giggled.
I shushed her away quickly with my hand as I placed the coffee pot back on the burner and went to grab my notepad and pen. Slowly, I walked over to the booth where Mr. Hot Suit was sitting. His brown hair looked unkempt today and his eyes were tired. His once shiny and expensive black leather shoes were covered in dust from the parking lot.
I was curious about his profession but I didn’t ask. Around these parts, asking too many questions could earn you a picture on a box of milk.
I gave a small cough to get his attention when I approached him.
“Good morning, Evie,” Mr. Hot Suit greeted looking up at me.
“Good morning, sir,” I replied flashing him a genuine smile. “Same?”
The man tipped his head forward a few times. It didn’t escape me that he’d called me by name, which slightly startled me. Rachel was a small town I reminded myself, anyone could have given him that information.
I returned with a fresh pot of coffee. Reaching over to fill Mr. Hot Suit’s coffee cup, I could smell the remnants of hard liquor emanating from him and old cigarettes. It was safe to say that he had a hard night. The suit he was wearing was likely what he wore last night and his face was covered by day old stubble. I guess joyful nights do bring sorrowful days, as the saying goes.
“Thank you.” He grabbed the sugar.
I gave him a nod, while he kept his gaze on me.
“Evie, are you from around here?”
The way he said my name the second time caught my attention. I stared at him unblinking, mesmerized by his bright green eyes. He was captivating in a messy sort of way.
“Evie?”
“Sorry, yes. Ah born and raised actually.”
I nervously smoothed my wavy brown hair and stood there as the man watched me.
He gave me a sly smile and reached into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes.
“It’s Luke.” He pointed his index finger towards his chest.
“Luke,” I repeated.
He tapped on the box of cigarettes he was holding and stood next to the table, reaching into his pocket for a lighter. Luke was tall I realized as he stood next to me. He was nearly six feet, five inches tall. He grabbed the coffee cup and gestured toward the cigarette in his hand.
“Be right back.” I scampered away back towards the counter and placed the handwritten order on the silver peg in the cook’s window.
“Does this guy ever eat anything else?” Rick asked as he chomped on a toothpick, snatching the piece of paper off the peg. His apron was covered in tomato paste and his hair net was nearly slipping off.
I shrugged looking at him, then walked off.
I’d been working at Martin’s Diner since I was eighteen. It was a good way to make money and pass the time around this boring town. The tips were usually pretty good and the hours were flexible.
“What did he say?” she yelled in a whisper.
I smirked. “Nothing real important. He just said his name was Luke.”
“Luke,” she repeated. “Oh my God, Evie! Even his name is sexy.”
I smiled, slipping into the back kitchen with Ariana following on my heels.
“What are you doing this weekend?” Ariana yelled over the clattering of pots and pans and the loud spray of water into a metal sink.
“Nothing, as usual. There’s never anything to do around here. You know that, Ariana.”
She sighed. “Yeah, I know but we have this crazy idea to drive out of town this weekend, to Las Vegas and party!”
I rolled my eyes. “You know I can’t do that, Ariana. I have to work.”
I was twenty-seven. I had no boyfriend, no life. There was no excitement. I’d long ago forgotten the dream I had about leaving this town and moving to the city…anywhere.
Ariana leaned against me and gave me a pleading look with her big brown eyes. “I want you to come with us, Evie.”
“I can’t!” I whispered harshly.
Ariana and I were the same age. We’d known each other since we were five, when we attended Pahrangat Valley Elementary School in Alamo, Nevada. She and her boyfriend, Karl, of three years loved to party. They ventured out of town on the weekends, whenever they could, usually to Las Vegas.
Ariana had asked me a million times over to join them but I always refused giving her one excuse or another. I loved the two of them to death but I had no interest in being a third wheel. The truth was I was uncomfortable in crowds. I didn’t know how to relax or be at ease with myself. I was socially strangled as my mother would say.
The ding of the bell at the order window went off. Mr. Hot Suit’s breakfast was ready. I grabbed the plate quickly and walked towards his table. He was back in his seat, reading a newspaper, looking effortlessly sexy. I placed the plate in front of him, sliding a butter dish onto the table at the same time.
“More coffee?” I asked.
“Yes, please,” Mr. Hot Suit said rewarding me with a devastating smile.
I felt my cheeks heat, hoping he couldn’t see me blushing. I returned with the coffee pot, noticing that he hadn’t touched his food yet. He eyed me closely clearly preparing to say something.
“You’re very beautiful, Evie.”
I exhaled loudly and gave him a small smile. “Thanks.”
“I make you nervous.”
“No, it’s just hot is all.”
He huffed and scanned the diner, noticing its emptiness. “Not a lot of people come here, huh?”
I shrugged. “It’s seven in the morning. Most people are still asleep,” I snickered. “The diner gets busier closer to ten.”
“Fair enough. I guess that makes perfect sense. Will you be working tomorrow?” Luke asked.
“Yes, I work seven days a week.”
He ran a hand through his mass of brown hair. “You know you should really learn to relax.”
His fingers lightly grazed my hand. When his shirt sleeve crept up, I spotted a very expensive watch on his wrist. It was a platinum Patek Philippe with a large face.
I pulled away quickly at his touch, earning a grimace from him.
“Will that be all Mr.— Sorry, Luke?” I asked curtly, shoving both hands into my white apron.
He gave me the widest grin. “I do make you nervous.”
I ignored his comment and placed the bill on the table. A moment later, when I returned, Luke was gone. A twenty-dollar bill rested on the table with a small note on top of it that read “I want to see you smile.” A long telephone number was written on it, in chicken scratch handwriting that I could barely make out. I stared at it for a long moment and reluctantly shoved it in my pocket.
Luke
Her name was Evie Diaz.
I paid some random trucker passing through twenty bucks to tell me that. The man took the cash without even giving me a second glance and muttered something under his breath about Evie having nice tits.
I’d been watching Evie for weeks. Stalking I believe they call it here.
Evie was medium height and slender with long wavy sandy-brown hair, wide brown eyes and full kissable lips. She was beautiful, in an earthly sort of way.
I wondered how long I had to remain here in Nevada but a job was a job and I would stay here until it was done.
It was a long drive out of town each night after work to Martin’s Diner. The price of gas and taxi fare was killing me but seeing Evie after work every night became an obsession. Watching her skirt around Martin’s Diner in her cute little blue outfit that showed off the plumpness of her breasts under golden skin, toned legs and ass, made my day.
I would eat breakfast and then go home and jerk off to that vision in my head—of Evie in a short blue skirt wearing no panties underneath.
I wanted to see what Evie looked like under that paper-thin material. I wanted to touch her soft skin with my fingers and commit it all to memory. Until that would happen, all I could do was imagine her, while I jerked off. It had become a favorite pastime of mine, since being here, and cigarettes.
I’d started to smoke cigarettes. Marlboros became my preferred choice. It was a disgusting fucking habit but for some reason I enjoyed it.
Evie walked to my table. Her cute little hips swayed from side to side, as she approached to fill my cup with coffee. I smelled the strawberry scent on her skin, which made me instantly hard. I tried not to gaze directly into her eyes but I always did, unable to help myself.
“Same?” she asked, calling me sir.
She remembered me. I didn’t appreciate being called sir, so I told Evie my name was Luke. I had to remember that.
Evie repeated it back to me as though I’d said it in a primitive language that she didn’t understand.
I’d been here for over a month now and not a soul had asked me my name. It was one of the reasons why I loved passing through Rachel, Nevada. A person could come and go without being asked any prying questions. People kept to themselves mostly.
This morning though, Evie seemed especially uptight. It was the way she knotted her eyebrows together, when she spoke to the customers and grimaced when someone asked her for something twice. She was trying to seem polite but she wasn’t doing a good job of it. Something was bothering her and I wondered if it had anything to do with the giddy young lady that followed her around the diner, shooting retarded looks at me and asking her questions.
The sight of it all amused me as I tried not to listen to their conversation. I wanted to ask Evie about her life and why she remained in this barren town, when the real fun was only an hour drive away, but I doubted that question would go over well.
I wanted to know everything about her.
Evie needed to relax and I knew just the thing that could make her do that. I
n fact, I told her so after I touched her hand. She pulled away to my disappointment, which meant I made her nervous and that was a good thing.
Pulling a pen out of my pocket, I scratched my telephone number on a piece of paper. I placed it on top of the twenty-dollar tip I regularly left her, hoping by some chance she would call me.
I didn’t want to upset her any more than I had, so I left without saying a word.
Luke
When I returned to my motel room, I clicked on the television. There were only three channels—take your pick. I selected the news.
I slipped out of my suit and took a shower. Looking through the small closet, I pulled another suit out and laid it over a chair in the corner of the room. I polished my dress shoes. Sitting on the edge of the bed naked, I dried off and listened to a woman on the television ramble on about politics and weather.
I shut my eyes and my thoughts started to drift to Evie, as I settled against the sheets. My adorable Evie. I couldn’t get rid of the annoying hard-on I seemed to get each time I thought about her. Reaching for the baby lotion on the nightstand, I squirted some of it in my hand and proceeded to stroke my cock. I imagined Evie placing her tiny hands on my hard chest, while she came undone on top of me. I pumped my fist harder and faster at the filthy thought.
I thought about what her mouth would taste like, if I kissed her. What her warm tongue would feel like against mine. I groaned at the vision that I knew I would make a reality very soon. I could smell strawberries as I inhaled. I imagined my face tangled in her long brown hair, as I fucked her. I thought about her tits. I peeked at them today. The perky mounds were handful size and begging to be squeezed and touched. When Evie leaned forward, I took in the sight of her nipples, pressing hard against the fabric of her shirt.
Gripping my cock harder and nearly tearing through my bottom lip with my teeth, I pushed my hips into the substituted wetness in my hands with vigor. I imagined what Evie’s wet pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock—how tight it would be. I pumped my fist around my cock, until I could take no more and came hard growling into the empty air. Thick spurts of cum landed on my chest and stomach...I would need another fucking shower.