His car was amazingly comfortable but that was obvious, considering it was a top of the line Mercedes. I felt like I was surrounded in the ultimate in luxury from the leather to the seats.
I knew from hanging out with Maria so much that the car must have cost more than my entire college tuition combined. Maybe more.
His scent had intensified in the car and it was now swimming in my head making me feel strange things. I looked over at him, his face was grim and his hands gripped the steering wheel really tightly. I wondered what was up with that.
“Where are you taking me?” I ventured to ask him as I continued to stare at him.
“To the hospital,” he replied curtly.
“The hos..hospital?” I stammered, “No, please don’t. I’m fine. Can you just take me back to the campus? I have friends there, I can manage everything.”
Not only did hospitals scare me but I knew I had no money to afford a visit to the hospital, I didn’t even have insurance. How would I pay for my check up? Oh God, and knowing the price of the car I was sitting in, he would probably take me to a very expensive private one. Shit.
“No, we’re going to the hospital. You could have broken your leg and if I believed that shit about your friends, I wouldn’t have put you in my car.” His tone seemed final.
“Please, please, don’t take me to the hospital,” I pleaded, “And I swear I have friends, I was just going there, and I was actually going to class when this happened. They’re probably wondering where I am right now.”
“Yeah, your phone just won’t stop ringing. You haven’t called anyone.” His said sarcastically.
“My battery died, I swear, please just drop me somewhere.. anywhere.. just not the hospital!” I was panicking now.
He swerved suddenly and stopped the car at the curb.
I shot out a hand to the door so I could climb out and there was an immediate click of locks.
“Don’t you dare!” he said.
He turned towards me then and I felt the full force of his eyes in the close proximity of the car.
“Okay, what’s your deal? I’m doing you a favor here and taking you to the hospital and you’re acting as if I’ve kidnapped you!” His tone was impatient.
“You’re bullying me into going to the hospital, and besides I don’t even know your name!” I was being ridiculous, I knew that but at this point, I had no choice.
“What has that got to do with anything?” He looked at the end of his wits.
“You’re a stranger taking me somewhere, I have a right to ask you,” I defended myself.
“I’m not taking you somewhere, I’m taking you, an injured person to the hospital,” he emphasized.
“And I said I don’t want to go to the hospital!” I repeated.
“Why?” he looked flabbergasted.
“because..because..I’m scared of hospitals,” I said in a low voice.
He let out a breath and looked like he regretted dropping me in his car. Good, I thought. Let him leave me here or anywhere.
“Okay, alright, if you don’t want to go to the hospital, the hospital will come to you” he said decisively.
“What do you mean?” I asked warily.
“You’ll see a doctor one way or another, I’ll make sure of it!” he replied and started his car and turned back the other way. Now where were we going? Maybe he was really going to drop me back at the campus.
I didn’t know how I felt about that.
“Can you tell me what is happening?” I asked him.
“You wanted to know my name? I’m Damien, Damien Flynn. Now, relax. We will see a doctor, just not at the hospital.”
“Then where?” I asked uncertainly.
You’ll see when we get there, I don’t want you attempting to jump out of my car again” he replied.
“I don’t jump out of cars!”
“No, you just jump in front of them!”
“Yes, insult me more,” I said sarcastically.
“Okay alright, I won’t say anything. You didn’t tell me your name yet.”
“Oh, I’m Seline. Seline Morales. Nice to meet you Mr. Flynn.” I replied back politely.
He rolled his shoulders as if not liking something in my reply but before he could say anything, his phone started ringing.
He picked it up and listened intently to what was being said. It sounded like a woman on the other end.
Maybe it was his wife, I thought. He looked like he could have been married but there was no ring on his finger.
“Cancel it, I can’t make it today!” He replied to the woman and finished his conversation.
Maybe it was his girlfriend, but no, this early? It must be wherever he worked, maybe his secretary. That sounded more plausible.
But he probably did have a girlfriend, maybe more than one, I thought. He was certainly really attractive. My heart had burst out of my chest when he’d picked me up. I didn’t even feel any pain when I was focusing on him. My mind just automatically blurred things out.
It was strange, because I’d never been attracted to an older guy before and it wasn’t because I hadn’t met any. And he didn’t seem all that old, he seemed like he was in his thirties and that wasn’t old right?
Was I trying to convince my 23 year old self that it was okay to be attracted to him?
Woah..It was only because he was just so different..
There was an aura about him that spoke of strength and power. He had really strong features, elegant features.
My eyes tracked his face, his silky black hair set into perfect waves, grey eyes. I looked at his lips and wondered, how would he kiss?
I swallowed, what was I thinking? Boy, was I in over my head here.
He had literally sidetracked my mind and I’d forgotten what was happening around me.
He started to slow down and we were heading into a parking garage in a huge building, just where the hell was he taking me?
“Where are we?” I asked him.
“Home, my penthouse to be exact.” He replied.
“P..penthouse?” I stammered in confusion.How had we suddenly gone from getting me a checkup for my injuries to a visit to a penthouse?His Penthouse.I swallowed, just what kind of a checkup was he planning?Who just brings a random stranger they just almost ran over to their home?And who is stupid enough to get in a car with a stranger who almost ran over them and then also come home with them? Me obviously, I was the idiot.I took a deep breath when he opened the door on my side.“Get out slowly, I’ll help you,” He started to give me a hand.Shrugging him off, I asked him “I’m not getting out, why are we here?”“Well, you didn’t want to go to the hospital…correct me if I’m wrong?” He tilted his head.I nodded. Now I was confused and he was looking at me as if the answer should be obvious.He sighed, “I’m going to
The man came back after what seemed ages and holding a first aid box.Was he a doctor? He could have been...but then, was he going to check me out himself?“Are you… a doctor?” I asked him.“No,” he sat down next to me, “but I’ve called one and he’s on his way.”“So what are you doing with that?”He bent down in front of me, which should have been impossible because he was wearing dress pants. But he did and the pants stretched alarmingly across his thighs making me more than ever conscious of him. This was insane because never before had I ever focused on a man like this. I was getting hot under the collar now. I started fidgeting under his scrutiny.“We should clean up your wound so it doesn’t get infected,” He looked at me then for a long minute, the man was making me wish I had worn jeans or something. In my scraped knee and this dress, I was feeling lik
We were drenched, both of us and lying on the floor of the shower cubicle.My eyes were tightly close because I didn’t want to face him. Face Mr. Damien Flynn.I suddenly realized I was lying on top of him, my body so intimately nestled into his that we could’ve been one person.I opened my eyes, certain my face must be a picture of embarrassment.Oh God, oh God, Oh God, I chanted in my head.I took a breath and lifted my head from where it was resting on his chest and peeked up at him.He was looking straight at me, his face totally unreadable and my heart started beating in double time.He must be able to feel it, I thought, maybe he’ll think it’s because of the fall.He tilted his head slightly and then, holy shit, I could feel his hand moving from my waist, down my butt and onto my bare thigh. Then he raised one of his legs a little so it was almost like I was riding his thigh.The thought tur
We were so close I could see the flecks in his grey eyes. All I wanted to do was fit my mouth to his, it was more than a compulsion, I felt obsessed by his lips.By the way his thumb felt on my lips, I wondered if he was feeling the same things I was.Was it possible?My body felt out of control, I could even hear a ringing in my head.Wait a sec…He dislodged me a little and started patting his pockets searching for something.Oh, it wasn’t in my brain, it was his phone ringing.Damn I was out of it.I tried to get up off him to give him some space but he stopped me with one hand while he shook his head and picked up the call with one hand.I couldn’t concentrate on his conversation with the person on the other end.I was looking at his arm, the one holding the phone to his ear, one of his cufflinks had come undone leaving his arm with drops of water clinging to it.Without realizing wha
I quickly changed into the sweats and realized he’d been right, they really were too big for me. I was folding up the bottoms of the sweatpants into some way where they would fit me at least a little better when there was a knock on the bedroom door and Damien came in. He stopped just inside the door and stared at me. I quickly looked at myself… Was I wearing the hoodie backwards? What was wrong? He slowly walked over, an expression on his face I couldn’t read. “Am I wearing it wrong?” I was confused. “On the contrary, you’re wearing it just right. I would say perfect even.” He came over to me then and gently taking each one of my hands in his, folded the sleeve up to my wrists. “You know I’ve never really worn this pair of sweats before, I thought it just wasn’t my color” He said casually. “Why did you buy it then?” I asked “I didn’t.. It was sent to me.” “Oh, I’ll get it back to y
I was speechless with shock, so much that I couldn’t even get my breath back enough to say goodbye to the handsome doctor. Just what in the hell was this man thinking? I couldn’t even comprehend the amount of things that had been wrong in that statement he had uttered to the doctor. First the words themselves.. What did it mean that I was staying here the entire week? How was that in any way, reality or fantasy even possible? His reality, probably my forbidden fantasy but I didn’t want to go into that. I was embarrassed of my own behavior. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me. We didn’t know each other. And the way he had said it, so casually to the good doctor. As if.. As if.. My imagination led on from there.. As if I lived here regularly, as if being here was a common thing. As if I belonged in this home, as if I belonged in his bed, as if I belonged in his life. As if we were lovers and had been for
He smiled, he knew he’d won the war so he could afford to be generous, “I will be taking the guest room but if for some reason you don’t like my room, we can shift you over to the guestroom. Do you want to walk or be carried?”I knew when I was in over my head and this was one of those situations. He had effectively trapped me by giving me a choice, because he knew I wouldn’t want to be carried anywhere.Not because I didn’t like it but precisely because my traitor body liked it too damn much.I let out a breath, “No this room is fine with me if it’s okay with you, giving up your room, your bed.”“So what do you propose? That I give up my room but not my bed? How?” There was a gleam in his eyes. Was he suggesting that I was suggesting that we share a bed? Yikes!“I’m not proposing anything Mr. Flynn,” I said defensively. I’d called him that on purpose, I wante
Did nothing ruffle the man? Was he always this calm and put together? Did he feel anything at all when he looked at me or was I just one of his charity cases?Maybe he did this kind of a thing often, pick up random people off the street and help those in need.Rich people did need a hobby too right? Maybe he was a philanthropist..And just how much free time did he have that he was always around. How did he support this ostentatious lifestyle?Oh God, I thought. What if he wasn’t a businessman at all? What if he was something more sinister?What if he did something illegal? A drug dealer? Mafia boss? Smuggler?Oh Lord, what had I gotten myself into? I was panicking now and Damien was looking at me with a curious expression. Maybe he could sense my anxiety because he didn’t say anything or offer to help me. He just stared at me.I would have to find out somehow. Maybe I could look around his room, but that couldn’t be