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Instantly, his demand changes and he makes a beeline for the ‘ladies rooms’ corridor.
“Forgive me, I should’ve…” he stammers, blushing hard as he scans the corridor, then behind us as he walks me all the way to the door.
“I can take it from here,” I assure him, glancing at him sideways.
“I’ll be right here,” he says firmly, letting out a familiar low sound as I slip through the door.
The ladies’ room is empty, but once I’m in the stall, I can see the door in the mirror, through the gap.
It’s Lucian. Poking his head around, scanning the place until he’s satisfied I’m alone.
Weird.
But I kinda feel turned on again once I do what I came for.
Like he’s protecting me or something.
Looking out for me.
Nobody’s ever done that.Chapter Six.LucianCarol.
A name for this feeling at least, for now. It’ll have to do.
Dismissing everyone else once I have her insight, I grab hold of her, not even knowing where I’m going or what I’m doing. Only knowing I have to keep her close.
Nobody else can have her now, she’s mine.
All mine.
She mentions cashing her check and needing the ladies.
Is this the big brush off?
Waiting for her outside the ladies’ room, I can’t help but peek in, making sure no one else is lurking about. The thought of anyone getting between me and her right now is just too much. My nerves feel frayed as it is.
The meeting I missed when I should’ve just gone to her, now she’s acting like she doesn’t even want to know me.
Manager indeed.
“All done,” she chimes, looking fresher and a thousand times more beautiful by the second as she comes out the door, pretending not to notice me having spied on her.
I try a different tack, one that might not sound so creepy or desperate.
“So. Nobody picking you up, boyfriend… husband?” I ask, not sure what to think when she snorts a loud laugh.
“Ah, no. Just me. All alone in this world,” she says, making me feel relief but also a stab of hurt.
I don’t see it as a laughing matter, someone like her needs looking after.
Protection from the world.
“And you?” she ventures, a coy smile on her lips as she studies my expression sidelong.
“Uh, no, same,” I tell her, creasing a smile, which blooms once I feel her arm back in mine.
“So you’re not really a manager and you’ve got nobody either…” she muses, humming to herself as I let my body lean a little more into hers.
Her chest touches my arm and I feel it all over again, the mental image of her half-naked.
Her bent over.
That ass.
“Carol?” I ask, nearly gasping. “Would you like me to take you home?” I ask, feeling her body shrivel away from mine as she reddens, her face darkening.
She lets go of my arm.
“I can make my own way, it’s alright,” she says defensively.
“No,” I almost shout. “I won’t let you.” She jumps a little, but I recover myself.
“Let me take you home, Carol, maybe we could grab a bite so you see I won’t bite after all,” I tell her, finally able to breathe once she agrees after thinking about it.
“Your treat,” she says. “The crappy pay in this place wouldn’t pay for a day’s rent let alone food,” she says, trying to laugh.
And I feel that stab in my chest again.
“What do you mean?” I ask her as we both stop, her sighing as she reaches for her crumpled check, feeling more confused than ever.
“This is what I got after the costume ‘deposit,’” she tells me, and we both realize she still has it on.
“Ah, crap! My bag, my keys,” she groans, scrunching the check back up after snatching it from me.
“I had no idea,” I confess. Twenty-five dollars for five hours of work.
I feel sick inside.
But more than that. I don’t want her to disappear.
I won’t.
“Can you get your things tomorrow?” I ask, “I mean, it’s just I think they’re up now,” I observe.
Glancing around, we see the shutters coming down and the security guards and janitors coming out.
“I suppose I could have my buildings super let me in,” she sighs. “But I couldn’t let you take me home, it’s miles away,” she protests.
Feeling her lean back into me once I slip my arm in hers makes me feel better as I head for the exit I know where we can get a cab.
“You don’t think I look ridiculous walking around like this?” she asks, looking suddenly self-conscious.
“I think you look-” I start to say, stopping myself before I say too much.
Her eyes grow wide in question as we step outside.
“I think you look beautiful,” I tell her. Hoping it gives word to at least some of this feeling between us.
I know she feels the same, I just know she does. She has to.
Getting us into the nearest cab, I notice the driver’s look once he scans Carol’s costume.
