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That’s his name then. Derex. I get the strangest, non-self-preserving impulse to taste his name on my tongue but then the man shakes his head. “You two go, I’m staying right here.”
He’s not getting off and I don’t know whether I’m thrilled or terrified. My mind’s trying to warn me that this isn’t the safest situation but I feel dreamily numb around him, as if I’m about to throw myself into the abyss, only to find out the abyss will always catch me.
Whoever the dangerous man is, something deep inside of him is calling out to something deep inside of me and he wants me to answer his demand. There’s an eruption in my chest and I’m drawn to him like a magnet. A flush rises on my face and he notices, his nostrils flaring and it’s as if he’s just scented me.
I cross my legs when I feel a sharp flicker of arousal. This man...as intimidating and full of menace as he is, I know there’s no going back after this. I have caught his attention and I think I’m...wanted.
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Derex
I’ve been jabbed in the heart and the darkness is bleeding out, no longer as determined for me to be its master. All this time, I’ve been slumbering but now I am awakened. I know who’s responsible for this new sensation: The girl sitting on her seat with her legs crossed and an anxious look on her face. Her eyes are green as moss, her hair the color of ripe apricots and it falls down her shoulders in a way that makes me want to wrap my hand around the strands a couple of times and tug...hear that surprised little gasp and feel reborn in its innocence. In the mob, we all seek for a white queen to our dark king and I think I just found mine.
“Derex...,” my colleague Hertz says and I raise my brow as my attention’s brutally pulled away from the girl. I don’t like it and I don’t want to think about work right now. There are more important things to take care of.
“I’m not coming,” I whisper and he grimaces, yanking John out of his seat and I cup Hertz around the neck, throwing him what I hope looks like a smile. “Careful now. There’s a girl watching us and I don’t want her thinking I’m a bad guy and get scared.”
“Good luck,” Hertz drawls and my grip hardens. “You are a bad guy.”
“Yeah but I don’t want her knowing that, you idiot. You will walk out of here with John. Deal with this on your own and while you do I want you smiling as if you’re about to take a walk in the park,” I add and Hertz looks like he has a curse on his tongue but he knows better than to get on my bad side. He nods, now holding onto John in a way that’s less aggressive and they walk away.
“See ya,” I call, ginning and raising my hand in a wave, “football game at my place next week. John, once you get your act together, you bring the beer.”
John’s ready to faint but Hertz nods and smiles but fuck why does he have to look like a shark when he smiles? It seems to work though, because everyone breathes out, buying our bad acting. My eyes immediately go to the girl and she watches me as if stunned but at least the panicky look on her face is gone. I sit down opposite her and suddenly she regards me differently, there’s some curiosity in her now and she’s got that look a child has when not knowing whether an animal is friendly or not but they’re prepared to find out. Redness crawls from her throat up to her face and she lets out a gasp, looking away and I wish she hadn’t done that.
I feel drawn to her and I’m desperate to know if she feels the same. It’s obvious she’s not the kind of girl who goes for men like me. There are no tangles in her princess hair, barely any makeup on her porcelain features and she’s dressed in a floor length floral skirt, a knitted cardigan and a thin coat.
I’m not sure how I feel about all that wholesomeness. Girls like her go for tender males that don’t even know how to give a good, stiff fuck without coming immediately. Girls like her like men who are ballerinas, or bakers or librarians and they’re less into towering murderers from the north. Using sheer willpower, I try to get her to look at me and I flash a smile when she finally does.
The girl cowers, her eyes widening and she lets out a low whimper. Wondering what’s gotten into her, I catch my own reflection in the window behind her and now I know what the problem is. If Hertz looks like a shark when he smiles then I look like the megalodon. My smile dies and the girl relaxes, her eyes going to my hands that killed only a couple of hours ago, but the redness on her face increases and she bites her lip as if she just thought of something shameful. I’m madly intrigued and I’d sell my own kidney for some insight into the thoughts in her head.
“Hello,” I murmur and her jaw slacks as if I just yelled in her face but then she points at herself.
“You’re talking to me?”
As if I’d be interested in talking to anyone else and I nod. “What’s your name?” I say in a low voice and she licks her lips in a slow way that’s insanely sensual and she probably has no idea what it does to a man.
“Luna.”
Fuck, that’s a sexy name. “What do you do for a living, Luna,” I say in a friendly tone, the kind I imagine she’d be more comfortable with and it seems to work because her shoulders ease and she gets a soft look in her eyes.
“I’m a kindergarten teacher.”
Nice answer. Her job pleases me because it probably means there are no men around. It would be very uncomfortable for everyone involved if she’d said something like cop or surgeon, where she has to get changed in the same dressing room as other males. Other men are a threat and I’m willing to fight my ass off for this girl.
“What do you do?” she asks and I reply without hesitating,
“I’m a bounty hunter.”
The relief in her eyes almost shames me but the snigger she lets out afterward, goes straight to my groin. “Bounty hunter, of course. I feel so silly now.” She shakes her head, causing a snowfall around her face and for a moment my whole world goes quiet in awe. “It was nice meeting you.” Grabbing her purse, she adds, “This is my stop.”
She rises before we’re at standstill and loses her balance, falling straight into my lap. I hiss, my heart pounding like a maniac in my chest and she looks up at me with eyes that want something a little bit brutal but are too hesitant to ask. “Thanks for catching me,” she breathes and she doesn’t immediately get up or throws herself off of me.
Instead, she stays in my arms, gentle as a whisper against my hardness and the armor around my heart cracks little by little with each of her breaths. My eyes bore into hers and I need her to keep clinging to me like this until there’s nothing left of me to cling to.
It’s not until she squirms that I realize the reason she stays is because of my clutching hands. Clearing my throat, I let her go and she throws me a careful smile, waving and then she walks out on me. It’s not even a question whether to let her run or not. Pulling up the collar on my coat, I lower my head and I’m prepared to hunt down what needs to be mine.
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