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herself to him.
He pulled free and said, "I'll have to be obnoxious."
What is he talking about?
Gazing into his eyes made her forget what he said. Oh yes, surrounded by bad guys, that was it. "I'll forgive obnoxious as long as you don't let Mr. Hate grab me."
He pulled her close again and smacked a kiss on her temple. "You have a deal."
Outside was busy, filled with people, and bathed in sunshine. How could the day be so hot already? Summer had sneaked up without her noticing.
Jimmy kept an arm around her waist, holding her even tighter than usual. Good thing. There were too many men close by, staring and making obscene gestures. One licked his fingers and showed what he could do with them. God's gift to women, clearly. So talented.
Left to her own devices she would have fallen in her pretty shoes and made an easy target. Seeing things from the bright side, if she needed to run she wouldn't have to pull her skirt up. It was so short it couldn't possibly impair running.
Someone shouted, "Here, pussy, pussy, pussy, I got something for the pussy."
Jimmy ignored them. "Fuck, it's bright out here."
Mr. Hate approached with long steps.
Crap. We won't make it to the car. I might have to talk to him again.
Why would someone tattoo hate on their forehead? Was he happy with it?
At least the word was spelled right. Could be worse.
The large man called out, "You egotistical bastard, learn to share."
Jimmy chuckled and grabbed her tighter.
"Get your own."
"That's not very brotherly."
The other man sounded amiable. Jimmy slapped her butt. Hard.
"How much man do you think a sweet pea like this can take?"
"Surely more than you are. She needs some real dick."
Friendly banter? Were the others closing in on them? She could swear the car had been closer than this when she parked.
Key, she would need a key.
Jimmy opened the door for her, but before she had the time to get in, he grabbed her, kissed her hard and squeezed parts of her that certainly shouldn't be squeezed in public. Then, he pulled out a pile of bills from a pocket and tucked it into her cleavage.
"See you next time, babe."
Was I just paid? He paid me. Oh my God.
The man who yelled about pussy earlier was coming closer. Too close, almost within grabbing distance.
Jimmy held a hand up for him to wait and kissed her again. Then, he whispered, "Go," turned around, and punched the other man right in the face.
She bounced into the car as quickly as the tight skirt would let her, dropped the keys on the floor, and couldn't find them for what seemed like an eternity. When she looked out again, a new arrival to the brawl pushed Jimmy so hard he staggered backwards. He regained his balance and shoved back. Mr. Hate hit New Guy and Jimmy ducked when New Guy swung at him. What a mess.
Should she say something? Do something?
He had told her to go, to just go no matter what.
Maybe that would be the best thing she could do for him. Maybe the fight would recede if she were no longer there. The hotel manager would call the police, unless the poor man or woman was locked up somewhere, zip-tied in a closet.
She started the car and backed out, but had to stomp on the brake as Mr. Hate staggered out behind her. He had taken Jimmy's side in the fight, and she should avoid killing him.
If it was like this at seven in the morning, what would it be like at night? Didn't these people ever sleep?
She drove and kept an eye on the rear view mirror, but no one followed.
She was about half way home when Jimmy called.
"Hey, just checking you got out of there okay."
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"Of course. Just another day in paradise."
*****
J immy kept his promise and came home the next day.
Besides some bruises he seemed fine, and she pretended she hadn't been waiting. He knew anyway, of course. He said, "You weren't worried, right?"
"Of course not."
"You're so cute when you're lying." He grinned and seemed content both with her worrying for him and with her making an effort to
He pulled free and said, "I'll have to be obnoxious."
What is he talking about?
Gazing into his eyes made her forget what he said. Oh yes, surrounded by bad guys, that was it. "I'll forgive obnoxious as long as you don't let Mr. Hate grab me."
He pulled her close again and smacked a kiss on her temple. "You have a deal."
Outside was busy, filled with people, and bathed in sunshine. How could the day be so hot already? Summer had sneaked up without her noticing.
Jimmy kept an arm around her waist, holding her even tighter than usual. Good thing. There were too many men close by, staring and making obscene gestures. One licked his fingers and showed what he could do with them. God's gift to women, clearly. So talented.
Left to her own devices she would have fallen in her pretty shoes and made an easy target. Seeing things from the bright side, if she needed to run she wouldn't have to pull her skirt up. It was so short it couldn't possibly impair running.
Someone shouted, "Here, pussy, pussy, pussy, I got something for the pussy."
Jimmy ignored them. "Fuck, it's bright out here."
Mr. Hate approached with long steps.
Crap. We won't make it to the car. I might have to talk to him again.
Why would someone tattoo hate on their forehead? Was he happy with it?
At least the word was spelled right. Could be worse.
The large man called out, "You egotistical bastard, learn to share."
Jimmy chuckled and grabbed her tighter.
"Get your own."
"That's not very brotherly."
The other man sounded amiable. Jimmy slapped her butt. Hard.
"How much man do you think a sweet pea like this can take?"
"Surely more than you are. She needs some real dick."
Friendly banter? Were the others closing in on them? She could swear the car had been closer than this when she parked.
Key, she would need a key.
Jimmy opened the door for her, but before she had the time to get in, he grabbed her, kissed her hard and squeezed parts of her that certainly shouldn't be squeezed in public. Then, he pulled out a pile of bills from a pocket and tucked it into her cleavage.
"See you next time, babe."
Was I just paid? He paid me. Oh my God.
The man who yelled about pussy earlier was coming closer. Too close, almost within grabbing distance.
Jimmy held a hand up for him to wait and kissed her again. Then, he whispered, "Go," turned around, and punched the other man right in the face.
She bounced into the car as quickly as the tight skirt would let her, dropped the keys on the floor, and couldn't find them for what seemed like an eternity. When she looked out again, a new arrival to the brawl pushed Jimmy so hard he staggered backwards. He regained his balance and shoved back. Mr. Hate hit New Guy and Jimmy ducked when New Guy swung at him. What a mess.
Should she say something? Do something?
He had told her to go, to just go no matter what.
Maybe that would be the best thing she could do for him. Maybe the fight would recede if she were no longer there. The hotel manager would call the police, unless the poor man or woman was locked up somewhere, zip-tied in a closet.
She started the car and backed out, but had to stomp on the brake as Mr. Hate staggered out behind her. He had taken Jimmy's side in the fight, and she should avoid killing him.
If it was like this at seven in the morning, what would it be like at night? Didn't these people ever sleep?
She drove and kept an eye on the rear view mirror, but no one followed.
She was about half way home when Jimmy called.
"Hey, just checking you got out of there okay."
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"Of course. Just another day in paradise."
*****
J immy kept his promise and came home the next day.
Besides some bruises he seemed fine, and she pretended she hadn't been waiting. He knew anyway, of course. He said, "You weren't worried, right?"
"Of course not."
"You're so cute when you're lying." He grinned and seemed content both with her worrying for him and with her making an effort to
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