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She smiled, a Mona Lisa smile, then lifted her gloved finger and slowly grazed the edge of his five-o’clock shadow. Merrick jumped as a bolt of electric current fired through the soft cotton of her gloved finger and headed straight for his member.
Merrick couldn’t hold back a groan of pleasure. She must have heard it, because she rewarded him with a dazzling smile, then pushed her hand against his chest throwing him back against his chair.
Everyone laughed, as she turned away to accost another patron, leaving Merrick short of breath, and the cock between his legs growing rapidly. Holy crap.
He whipped off his jacket and covered his lap for the second time that night, as the girl continued. Get yourself together. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t see her, and gradually his business mind surfaced above the part of his body controlled by his cock. His business mind was trying to tell him something. She’s the one, you idiot. Don’t let her get away.
When the piano solo ended, the girl called Bombshell started singing again, and worked her way back towards the stage. Merrick let go all thoughts of contracts and negotiations fade away as he rested his chin in his open hands and allowed her voice to wash over him.
A kiss may be grand, but it don’t pay the rental, Diamonds are a girl’s best ….
From behind him, Merrick heard a sharp yell of pain, followed by something heavy crashing to the floor. Merrick’s body tensed and he turned towards the noise. The spotlight had been knocked over, illuminating a dirty floor. Everyone in the room appeared to be in shock, but then the chair scraping started as people told each other to leave.
Merrick saw a man lying on his side. He rocked on his side and moaned, he grabbed his head. He’d had an accident. He was injured. Merrick got up and started toward the poor guy to help him, but stopped when he heard a sickening sound. It was a horrified squeal, like a small animal caught in a trap. His singer! He spun around, worried that she might have fallen in the confusion. The injured lighting guy could wait. She was his priority. But as his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see that she wasn’t injured, that she hadn’t fallen down.
She just stood there, staring at something behind him, her mouth forming into a single word. No.
Merrick spun around to see what was making her so afraid. A large man was coming towards them, flinging chairs and tipping over tables as he came. Everyone screamed and people started to scatter. He roared like an angry bear, drowning out the sounds of breaking glass and falling tables and the shouts of fear from anyone in his way.
“You whore,” he yelled. “I’ll teach you to walk away from me!”
“Calm down,” a man said. He turned and saw the bartender speaking. He stood behind the safety of the bar. “Now Harold, please, you don’t have to do this.”
The angry man named Harold stopped his forward momentum, then picked up the nearest chair.
He lumbered back to the bar, lifting the chair over his head as he moved, then with a mighty yell, heaved the chair straight for the bartender. “Stay out of my business, Sam!”
Sam yelped, then ducked – just as the chair hit. A shelve full of liquor collapsed and the mirrored wall broke into a million pieces.
Merrick didn’t waste any more time. He hurried to the singer’s side and tried to pull her away. But she wouldn’t budge. She was frozen with fear, her eyes locked on the advancing lunatic. Merrick stopped being gentle and moved the girl so she was behind him. Then he stepped in front of the man, holding his arms out to fend him off.
“Out of my way,” the man named Harold said before he made a lunge to sidestep Merrick so he could get to the girl. But Merrick had seen it coming and stopped him with an uppercut that cracked into the man’s ribs.
The man grunted and doubled over, grabbing his ribs. When he came up, he was angry as a swarm of bees, and throwing punches wildly. Merrick ducked and swayed out of the way, then caught a whiff of the man’s cologne.
“Move, get out of here,” He yelled to the girl as he grabbed a chair and crashed it over the man’s head.
He fell to the floor, and didn’t move, other than to moan as he rubbed his head.
Merrick grabbed the girl firmly by the arm and propelled her to the door. “Move,” he ordered. The girl didn’t speak, but she moved her legs and feet in the direction Merrick was taking her. They made it to the exit and down the steps. Her heel broke on the last step and she stumbled, but he held onto her. They kept moving into an almost empty parking lot. He beeped open his car with the remote, the helped the girl into the passenger seat of his recently acquired Land Rover.
A loud gunshot cracked through the air, making him duck. The girl spun around, and he put his hand on her head. “Get down.” Merrick slammed her door shut, when the next shot hit. The sound of bullet hitting metal close by rang in his ear. He kept his body low as he ran around the front of the car, his body pumping with adrenaline as opened then hurled himself into the driver’s seat. He started his engine and with his door still hanging open, he put his car into gear and sped forward. He checked the rearview mirror. He could see the crazy man running towards them. “What’s happening?” said the girl beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her lifting her head. And that’s when the glass broke next to her head.
She screamed, “He’s trying to kill me!”
“Not if I can help it!” Merrick floored the gas pedal, the wheels spun then he released the break and they sped out of the parking lot as two more shots were fired, none of them coming close.
“Yes!” Merrick said, then pumped his fist in the air. He hadn’t felt such a rush, since – well ever. He’d escaped a deranged killer, and he’d saved the girl.
Beside him, the girl looked pretty upset. He’d be upset too.
“You alright?” he asked.
She nodded. “I can’t believe that just happened. Do you want me to take you to the sheriff?”
“No!” she said. Merrick stared at her. What was her deal? Of course he should take her to the sheriff.
“Just don’t take me there. Please.”
