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Authors: Nikki Dee Houston
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to do that? You seriously think it’s funny?”
“Hey, I just wanted a little…souvenir.” She shifted her eyes from his face and took in his puny physique in the tight T-shirt and jeans. Being a tour guide obviously didn’t require him to workout, she thought. She glowered at him with loathing and repugnance.
“Who took the fucking photos?” Anger seethed within her, her voice raised now in fury, the disgust she felt for him overwhelming. He heart raced as she stared him down, her face close to his while she prodded him hard in the chest with her finger. Did she imagine it or did his eyes suddenly flick away? Hmm, she thought, he’s actually frightened of me.
With lightning speed, she reached up and grabbed the neck of his T-shirt, scrunching it up in her fist, and forcing his head up. “Answer me!”
“It was just one of the other recruits.”
“Who?” She tightened her grip on his shirt, twisting it. “Who was it, goddamn it?”
Pete made a grab for her, pulling her face even closer, his lips clamping hard on hers as he held her in a vice-like grip with one hand, the other diving up under her short skirt, trying to touch her pussy. She let fly with a left hook, connecting with his chin at the same time her knee jerked briskly and solidly up into his balls. He reeled from the shock and pain, eyes bulging. No noise escaped his open mouth, his face contorted in agony.
Loud footsteps thundered up the stairs and, shaking, she turned slightly to see Dave take one giant step into the room. Relief overcame her as she watched Dave pick Pete’s crumpled body up by the scruff of the neck, and propel him down the stairwell of the apartment building. Pete landed with a crash on the next landing. Dave went after him, his jaw set hard.
“No, no. I’ll go.” Pete sounded weak and cowardly. “Just a misunderstanding between…”
From her perch on the top step, she called out. “Hold on, Dave. Pete was just telling me something.”
“Is that so?” He grabbed Pete behind the neck with one giant hand, and raised him to his feet where he teetered on wobbly legs. Cindy watched as Dave, sliding his sore arm out of the sling, grabbed Pete and twisted his arm up behind his back. “Talk!” Dave roared in his ear.
Pete’s voice was barely a whisper, his face shiny with sweat. “Todd Warner. It was Todd Warner.”
Reefing Pete’s arm higher up behind his back, Dave spun him around and frog-marched him down to the ground floor. She heard the sliding doors open, then heard Pete yell out as he was thrown out onto the sidewalk.
Tremors shook her body. It had all happened so fast. Dave quickly climbed back up the stairs, his face grim, lips compressed into a tight line. As he approached her, his ice-cold eyes never wavered from hers. Reaching the landing where she stood, she saw his chest rise and fall with heavy breathing, but his face was a mask—cold and hard.
She stared back at him, her jaw clenched. The silence stretched out, until she eventually felt calm enough to speak. “Before you jump to conclusions, I did not know he was coming, nor did I let him in. He tricked me—I thought it was you…” Her eyes held his penetrating gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.
Letting out an agonized moan, his eyes suddenly melted like a lime sno-cone left in the sun, his face softening. He grabbed her in his arms and held her to his chest. She could feel his heart racing, pounding against hers. They moved back inside her apartment and she heard the door shut. He held her tight, face buried in her neck. Eventually she felt herself calming down, the strength that had momentarily turned to water, returning.
“I could’ve handled him, y’know.”
He pulled his head back and looked into her face, his eyes searching hers. “I could see that. You didn’t need me at all.” His lips brushed hers gently. “But I’m so grateful you let me in on it.” A small, soft laugh bubbled from him. “I enjoy a good fist
“Hey, I just wanted a little…souvenir.” She shifted her eyes from his face and took in his puny physique in the tight T-shirt and jeans. Being a tour guide obviously didn’t require him to workout, she thought. She glowered at him with loathing and repugnance.
“Who took the fucking photos?” Anger seethed within her, her voice raised now in fury, the disgust she felt for him overwhelming. He heart raced as she stared him down, her face close to his while she prodded him hard in the chest with her finger. Did she imagine it or did his eyes suddenly flick away? Hmm, she thought, he’s actually frightened of me.
With lightning speed, she reached up and grabbed the neck of his T-shirt, scrunching it up in her fist, and forcing his head up. “Answer me!”
“It was just one of the other recruits.”
“Who?” She tightened her grip on his shirt, twisting it. “Who was it, goddamn it?”
Pete made a grab for her, pulling her face even closer, his lips clamping hard on hers as he held her in a vice-like grip with one hand, the other diving up under her short skirt, trying to touch her pussy. She let fly with a left hook, connecting with his chin at the same time her knee jerked briskly and solidly up into his balls. He reeled from the shock and pain, eyes bulging. No noise escaped his open mouth, his face contorted in agony.
Loud footsteps thundered up the stairs and, shaking, she turned slightly to see Dave take one giant step into the room. Relief overcame her as she watched Dave pick Pete’s crumpled body up by the scruff of the neck, and propel him down the stairwell of the apartment building. Pete landed with a crash on the next landing. Dave went after him, his jaw set hard.
“No, no. I’ll go.” Pete sounded weak and cowardly. “Just a misunderstanding between…”
From her perch on the top step, she called out. “Hold on, Dave. Pete was just telling me something.”
“Is that so?” He grabbed Pete behind the neck with one giant hand, and raised him to his feet where he teetered on wobbly legs. Cindy watched as Dave, sliding his sore arm out of the sling, grabbed Pete and twisted his arm up behind his back. “Talk!” Dave roared in his ear.
Pete’s voice was barely a whisper, his face shiny with sweat. “Todd Warner. It was Todd Warner.”
Reefing Pete’s arm higher up behind his back, Dave spun him around and frog-marched him down to the ground floor. She heard the sliding doors open, then heard Pete yell out as he was thrown out onto the sidewalk.
Tremors shook her body. It had all happened so fast. Dave quickly climbed back up the stairs, his face grim, lips compressed into a tight line. As he approached her, his ice-cold eyes never wavered from hers. Reaching the landing where she stood, she saw his chest rise and fall with heavy breathing, but his face was a mask—cold and hard.
She stared back at him, her jaw clenched. The silence stretched out, until she eventually felt calm enough to speak. “Before you jump to conclusions, I did not know he was coming, nor did I let him in. He tricked me—I thought it was you…” Her eyes held his penetrating gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.
Letting out an agonized moan, his eyes suddenly melted like a lime sno-cone left in the sun, his face softening. He grabbed her in his arms and held her to his chest. She could feel his heart racing, pounding against hers. They moved back inside her apartment and she heard the door shut. He held her tight, face buried in her neck. Eventually she felt herself calming down, the strength that had momentarily turned to water, returning.
“I could’ve handled him, y’know.”
He pulled his head back and looked into her face, his eyes searching hers. “I could see that. You didn’t need me at all.” His lips brushed hers gently. “But I’m so grateful you let me in on it.” A small, soft laugh bubbled from him. “I enjoy a good fist
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