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“What was Tony saying this morning?” I question as she basically drags me out the door.
“He told me if I wanted to screw you, to go right ahead.”
“Seriously?” I ask.
“Well… in a nutshell,” she smiles. “But that means I don’t have to worry about losing my job or the other guys assuming I’m a skanky hussy who gets around.”
“If any of them even think that, they’ll have to deal with me,” I promise her.
She turns to me. “I know it’s in your nature, but I don’t need saving.”
“Not negotiable, babe,” I tell her. “I know you can handle yourself and you have done so for the past eight years but now your mine and I intend to treat you that way whether you like it or not.” She presses her lips together and gives me one of those stubborn looks. “Don’t tell me you’re going to fight me on this.”
She thinks about it for a little while. “I have a feeling I won’t win this one,” she says.
“Not a chance.”
We return from lunch an hour later and she instantly orders me to drop my pants and climb onboard her massage table but somehow it doesn’t come across creepy like it did with Dave. I’m too busy smirking at her so she comes and does it for me and I must say, watching her unbuckle my belt and pop the button on my jeans has me turned the fuck on.
I jump on the table and as expected, the second she has a patient to work on, her professional demeanor comes over her. She turns and oils up her hands before placing them down on my thigh.
I can’t help but cringe as she presses down into the muscle. “Babe,” I groan in the most whingy tone, certainly not one expected from a grown-ass man.
“It’s not my fault you decided to be a dumb-ass during training,” she smirks.
Back and forth we go with the banter. It’s the most frustrating but satisfying moment yet. She constantly keeps me on my toes and I absolutely love it.
My muscle starts to loosen up and I want nothing more than to pull her on top of me but she demands that I do some exercises instead, promising that I can take her on a date and fool around afterward, which honestly, I'm really looking forward to.
We’re wrapping things up when her phone starts vibrating on the desk. She disappears to check it and a crease instantly comes between her eyebrows as she reads the caller ID.
She answers it instantly. “Hello,” she says in the most fearful voice. “Yes, this is Elle.”
I watch as her face continues to turn from fearful into complete horror. Her eyes meet mine across the room and I see the very moment her world comes crashing down around her. Her eyes widen and her beautiful face falls. She instantly begins grabbing her things off the desk and throws her handbag over her shoulder. “I’ll be there in ten minutes,” she rushes out before hanging up the call.
"What's wrong?" I ask as I rush out the door behind her.
“It’s Brendan,” she says with a break in her voice. “He’s had a fall.”
“Shit,” I grunt as I catch up to her. I take one good look at her and see the tears falling down her face and realise she’s completely caught up in her thoughts, thinking the worst.
I take her hand in mine. “Come on,” I tell her. “I’ll drive.”
“No, no,” she says, wiping her eyes. “I’ll be ok. You have training to do.”
“Babe, you know that whole ‘you’re not a damsel who needs saving’ bullshit. This is me swooping in and saving you. I don’t care who you are, you’re not driving like this, now get your ass out the door and in my truck so we can check on your brother.”
She zips her lips and wipes her eyes again. “Yeah… ok,” she says before allowing me to lead her to my truck.
I help her in and she gives me directions of where to go. I put a rush on it and before we know it, we’re on the road. I watch her out the corner of my eye as I rush towards the rehab facility and notice her constantly fidgeting.
I reach out and take her hand I mine, putting a stop to the fidgety hands. “He’s going to be ok,” I soothe. She doesn’t respond, just nods her head and looks out the window. “Babe,” I say, pulling her attention back to me. “From everything you have told me about him, the one thing I’ve realised is that he’s strong, just like you. He has survived every hurdle life has thrown at him and come out the other end. He’s going to be ok.”
“How d you know that?” she questions.
“Because he has you and if for some God forsaken reason you’re not coping, you have me.”
