Page 23 of Protecting Olivia

I didn’t wait for him to bark more orders. I opened the door and jumped out of the truck. Wow. It was a little higher than I thought it was. And I hadn’t walked on my own for a while. My head started to spin, and I reached for the side of the truck to find something to grab onto. My vision was starting to blur, and I hadn’t found anything.

“I got you. Hold on to me and get your balance.” Leo was at my side before I could hit the ground.

Well, damn. Now I had to thank him again for saving me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. I’m sure I sounded ungrateful and bitchy. I really was thankful he didn’t let me take a header, I just didn’t want to have to talk to him.

“Next time please wait for me to come around and help you.”

“Fine,” I huffed.

He ushered me to the restroom and much to my chagrin he entered the small room with me. Once he opened all the stall doors and locked the door, he turned to me.

“Go ahead and go. Don’t lock the stall door. I’m not fond of having to climb over the partition to get to you if you need me.”

Need him? What the hell would I need him for? Did he think I’d need him to wipe my va-jay-jay?

Not that I would complain if he…

“Olivia?” he called to me.

“Sorry. I’m fine. You can leave now and go to the men’s room.

“I’m not leaving,” he informed me.

“You’re not staying in here while I go to the bathroom.”

“I sure as hell am. There is not a chance I’m leaving you unprotected. We have eight minutes and forty seconds until the cameras are up and functional. Hurry up.”

“Fine.” I gritted my teeth and made my way to the stall.

At least the toilet was clean. Silver lining. After I covered the seat with the thin paper liner, I stared at the seat. Why do we cover public toilet seats with paper? It’s pointless, they don’t actually do anything. Not that I want my ass on a seat that a stranger used. I prefer the hover rather than cover method of public urination etiquette. But my legs were too weak for that.

“Hurry,” Leo told me.

“I am.” Sheesh, I couldn’t pee on demand.

“No, you’re not, or I’d hear you peeing.”

Holy Shit.

“You’re listening to me pee?”

“Swear to Christ woman. Just pee.”

“Fine.”

I sat my ass on the useless paper liner and did my business. I hated Peter Newton, whatever he had done to make these men mad enough to threaten my life he’d better fix. While I was mentally making a list of all the reasons I was angry at Peter and my mom I could vaguely hear Leo peeing beside me. There was something almost intimate urinating next to him. I shook the crazy thoughts out of my head and went back to tallying my mom’s lies. That was a much safer topic than thinking about Leo.

I finished up, washed my hands, went to the door to wait for Leo, then I used what energy I had left, and stomped all the way to the truck.

Leo beeped the locks, helped me in, rounded the front and started the engine.

“You done with your snit?” he asked with a smile.

Dick!

“No.”