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I’ll pick you up near the Grand Army Plaza and then we can go somewhere.
Like, my bed.
Like your MC clubhouse?
God, she’s a brat.
If you really like sucking a lot of cock, then su—
I glance up idly, movement catching my eye, and I see Lisa. She's being mugged. Some jackass is ripping her purse right off her shoulder.
“Stop!” I yell at the driver and throw myself out of the Rolls, not waiting for it to come to a stop, and I’m running in front of an oncoming truck and I fucking don’t care, I’m diving toward the guy’s kneecaps and taking him down, hitting the sidewalk with a sickeningly satisfying crunch.
“Oh man! What’d you do that for—”
You know what else has a sickeningly satisfying crunch? Noses.
And balls.
Just in case jackholes like this think they should be procreating, I took care of that urge, for a little while anyway.
I roll off the moaning man who grabbing his nose and his dick at the same time, and pick up Lisa’s purse.
“Oh my god, thank you,” she says, slinging her purse over her shoulder before checking me over for cuts and scrapes. I spot the thief trying to crawl away and I kick him, landing a blow to his kneecap that sends him howling and collapsing in pain.
But as focused as Lisa is on my injuries, I’m looking her over too.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, stroking the hair out of her face. I can see the shock has begun to set in and her eyes are glazing over now. “Some people just don’t know how to stay down,” I add in an equally quiet, loving voice, as I kick out at the jackass who’d dared to try to crawl away again. I didn’t break eye contact with Lisa the whole time, even as the thief is collapsing with pain onto the ground.
“I just want to go somewhere safe,” she says, teeth chattering. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back into the hotel.
“Mary,” I say, with a quick glance at her nametag and back up to her face, “my driver Antoine will be along in a moment to pay for the room, but he has to find a parking spot first. This woman is going into shock, and I need to take her into a suite. Do you have one open right now?”
With a wide-eyed look at the trembling Lisa in my arms, Mary quickly begins typing and then swiping an electronic key. “Here you are, sir,” she says with a warm smile. “Room 319. Take good care of her.”
Riding up the elevator, Lisa is snuggling against me like a little child and god, I thought I’d wanted to be near her before. I thought I’d been a little obsessed about seeing her twenty minutes earlier. But that didn’t compare at all to the obsession I feel for her now. I snuggle her close to my chest, her perfume wafting up to my nose. I suddenly felt the strongest urge to go back and kill the purse snatcher with my bare hands, but that’d include a lot of paperwork and I just didn’t have time for another lecture from my lawyer about staying out of trouble.
Plus, and more importantly, I’d have to put down Lisa to do it. The very idea is just unthinkable.
I slide the keycard into the door, and, carrying her inside, push the door closed behind me with my foot. I carry her to the bed and gently lay her down on it and begin stripping her clothes off of her. A thin, drapey kind of shirt that god, is fucking sexy, comes off, and then her strapless red bra. Her short skirt and thong underwear are next, after I’d shucked off her stilettos.
She is shivering in earnest now, so I scoop her up and carry her into the understated bathroom, creams and light greens giving it a soothing feeling. I start the hot water in the jetted tub and, forcing myself to ignore her delicious curves, gently slip her into the tub. She’s just sitting there, and that scares me more than anything else. She’s normally funny and sarcastic and cutting and…even the train didn’t seem to throw her off like this did.
I search through the bottles on the counter, finally finding the bubble bath bottle, and pour it into the water. Lavender wafts up to my nose and I smile. Perfect. As she lies back in the tub, I go in search of the mini bar. A swallow or two of whiskey can only help at this point. I pour two fingers into each tumbler and carry them back to the bathroom, handing her one.
“Drink,” I say, brooking no arguments. She obediently drinks, which…well, Lisa never obediently does anything. I toss my own back, starting to feel the road rash on my hands and knees, now that the adrenaline is gone. I glance down at my Armani slacks and see that I’ve torn the knee open. Dammit. Not even my tailor will be able to fix these. I turn off the water and then pull my cell phone out of my pocket.
Bring a change of clothes for myself and Lisa. Have them delivered to room 319.
Sure, Antoine hadn’t been given measurements, but he’d seen Lisa. He’d be able to do it. I don't pay him stupid amounts of money in salary each year because he's a dumbass who needs everything spelled out for him.
Lisa stirs in the water. I slide my phone back into my pocket and brush her hair out of her face, searching her eyes for signs of life. I smile in relief when I see it.
“Hey, there you are,” I say softly. “Glad to have you back in the land of the living.”
She smiles humorlessly up at me. “Yeah, glad to be back. Sorry. I’m not sure what happened there. All these years of living in New York City, and I’d never been mugged by someone. Isn’t that crazy? I think…between this mugging and the train almost killing me, my brain just didn’t know what to do. Too much bad shit for one week, that’s for damn sure.”
I take her empty tumbler from her and refill it.
