daze, I stood in the restaurant lobby. Not until the hostess came over to ask me if I was okay did I realize I hadn’t moved in the past ten minutes. I thanked her for her concern and left the restaurant.
By the time the attendant returned with my bike, my body had stopped shaking, my knees almost felt like they could support me again. My reaction seemed like I was going through withdrawals and Severin was my heroin. The crazy thing was we hadn’t even kissed yet.
If this was what he could do to me now with only the slightest touch and hint of sex, I didn’t think I would survive a more intimate encounter. Having sex with Severin would most definitely kill me.
***
Chapter 8
As I drove home, I realized my body was just as revved as my bike. The vibrations of the seat between my legs didn’t help matters any. By the time I got home, I knew I’d need a cold shower to purge the desire that Severin had mounted inside me.
I made a right turn and, glancing down at my gas gauge, realized I needed to top off the tank in order to make it home. I spied the Petro on the corner, pulled into the lot and up to a pump. As I filled my tank, I glanced around the station.
There was only one other person pumping gas. A heavy set woman quickly screwed the cap back on her tank as she eyed me. Her gaze was intense and I had to lower mine. She was making me a bit nervous.
Once my tank was full, I hung up the nozzle and sensed movement. I heard the scuff of boots on concrete. I glanced up to see the woman walking toward me, her face set in an angry scowl.
“I can see you, you know,” she said, her hands resting on her hips and standing about three feet away.
I finished putting the cap on the tank, and went to grab my helmet. “Well, I am standing in front of you.”
She frowned, and the expression set deep ridges in her high forehead. “I can’t believe you’re under his protection. It’s not right.”
“I’m sorry?” I fiddled with the strap on my helmet. “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about. Do you need some help? I’m a nurse.”
This offer had her spitting on the ground. “Don’t need anything from the likes of you.”
I smirked. “I really think you have me confused with someone else.”
“I know exactly who you are. And the time will come when he can’t protect you, Ubel einer .” She turned on her heel and returned to her vehicle. She opened her door but before she got in, she cried, “When the war comes, I’ll be waiting for you.”
With that, she got into her car, turned the engine over and peeled out of the station.
I watched her go, completely flabbergasted into silence. What does a person say to all that? I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. I was sure she had me confused with someone else. But with the way she regarded me, as if she could truly see through me, to my deepest part, I shivered, thinking maybe not.
And who was he ? God? Maybe she’d been a religious fanatic and didn’t like my looks.
I slid on my helmet, and got back on the bike. I needed a drink when I got home. It had been one hell of a night.
Tired and stressed, another headache brewing behind my eyeballs, I parked the bike after twenty minutes on the road, in the garage then trudged to the side door. House keys in hand, I yawned, thoughts of my comfy bed in my mind. Inserting the key, I was about to turn it when I heard a rustling noise behind me. I swiveled around—keys positioned between my fingers as a makeshift set of brass knuckles, and scanned the surrounding bushes and shadows.
I sensed somebody or something watched me. Goose bumps rose on my arms and on the back of my neck. “Is someone there?”
Severin stepped out of the shadows, a long-stemmed red rose in one hand and a white Styrofoam box in the other. He smiled. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Yeah, I think you did.” I didn’t lower my hand.
His grin faded. “Something’s
By the time the attendant returned with my bike, my body had stopped shaking, my knees almost felt like they could support me again. My reaction seemed like I was going through withdrawals and Severin was my heroin. The crazy thing was we hadn’t even kissed yet.
If this was what he could do to me now with only the slightest touch and hint of sex, I didn’t think I would survive a more intimate encounter. Having sex with Severin would most definitely kill me.
***
Chapter 8
As I drove home, I realized my body was just as revved as my bike. The vibrations of the seat between my legs didn’t help matters any. By the time I got home, I knew I’d need a cold shower to purge the desire that Severin had mounted inside me.
I made a right turn and, glancing down at my gas gauge, realized I needed to top off the tank in order to make it home. I spied the Petro on the corner, pulled into the lot and up to a pump. As I filled my tank, I glanced around the station.
There was only one other person pumping gas. A heavy set woman quickly screwed the cap back on her tank as she eyed me. Her gaze was intense and I had to lower mine. She was making me a bit nervous.
Once my tank was full, I hung up the nozzle and sensed movement. I heard the scuff of boots on concrete. I glanced up to see the woman walking toward me, her face set in an angry scowl.
“I can see you, you know,” she said, her hands resting on her hips and standing about three feet away.
I finished putting the cap on the tank, and went to grab my helmet. “Well, I am standing in front of you.”
She frowned, and the expression set deep ridges in her high forehead. “I can’t believe you’re under his protection. It’s not right.”
“I’m sorry?” I fiddled with the strap on my helmet. “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about. Do you need some help? I’m a nurse.”
This offer had her spitting on the ground. “Don’t need anything from the likes of you.”
I smirked. “I really think you have me confused with someone else.”
“I know exactly who you are. And the time will come when he can’t protect you, Ubel einer .” She turned on her heel and returned to her vehicle. She opened her door but before she got in, she cried, “When the war comes, I’ll be waiting for you.”
With that, she got into her car, turned the engine over and peeled out of the station.
I watched her go, completely flabbergasted into silence. What does a person say to all that? I hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. I was sure she had me confused with someone else. But with the way she regarded me, as if she could truly see through me, to my deepest part, I shivered, thinking maybe not.
And who was he ? God? Maybe she’d been a religious fanatic and didn’t like my looks.
I slid on my helmet, and got back on the bike. I needed a drink when I got home. It had been one hell of a night.
Tired and stressed, another headache brewing behind my eyeballs, I parked the bike after twenty minutes on the road, in the garage then trudged to the side door. House keys in hand, I yawned, thoughts of my comfy bed in my mind. Inserting the key, I was about to turn it when I heard a rustling noise behind me. I swiveled around—keys positioned between my fingers as a makeshift set of brass knuckles, and scanned the surrounding bushes and shadows.
I sensed somebody or something watched me. Goose bumps rose on my arms and on the back of my neck. “Is someone there?”
Severin stepped out of the shadows, a long-stemmed red rose in one hand and a white Styrofoam box in the other. He smiled. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Yeah, I think you did.” I didn’t lower my hand.
His grin faded. “Something’s
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