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“Yes,” she gasped with such fear that Charlie was torn from eye flirting with the blonde.
“What is it?” he demanded.
“I sense danger; it sounds stupid, but I do,” Shelley whispered.
“Jon, we’re heading back. Shelley feels unsafe,” Drew said to the security guard who’d followed them from the ski lodge.
“Yes, sir,” Jon replied.
Drew helped Shelley to her feet, and she struggled with her crutch. Drew waited patiently before bending and scooping her up in his arms.
“You’ll have an accident using that thing on the sand,” Drew explained.
Shelley blinked at him, and Drew offered her a grin. Shelley almost winced as her body responded to his closeness and warm, naked skin. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy grew damp.
Drew easily carried her up the beach with Charlie following. Drew didn’t seem in a rush, and despite Shelley insisting she was too heavy, Drew didn’t put her down.
In fact, Shelley noted that he seemed to enjoy carrying her.
Drew/Ghoul
He could have carried Shelley around all day. She was a warm bundle in his arms, and he was keenly aware of her soft skin touching him. Shelley smelled like coconuts, one of his favourite smells. Drew wanted to bury his nose in her throat, but barely refrained from doing so. Worse, he was sorely tempted to taste her. Shelley’s mouth was very close to his.
Drew snapped his iron control into place. Shelley was on edge and probably wouldn’t appreciate being manhandled right now. He could sense the turmoil in Shelley as she fought against her fear. Was she having a panic attack? Drew headed down the private path to their hut, alert.
They reached it safely, and Charlie made a noise of annoyance.
“I’ve left my phone on the beach. I’ll be right back,” he exclaimed.
“Okay,” Shelley murmured. Drew noted that she seemed more relaxed now that they were back. “Thank you, Drew,” she said as Drew placed her on her feet.
“No problem, if you ever want carrying around again…” Drew let the sentence trail off and winked at her.
“I’ll call you!” Shelley laughed, but Drew noticed it had an edge to it. “I’m going to shower.”
Drew nodded, unable to reply as he imagined water dripping off Shelley’s curves. He loved a woman with a figure, and Shelley had one. She wasn’t fat or overweight but was just right for him. A curvy, beautiful female. Drew felt the urge to kiss her, but Shelley disappeared through the door leading to her bedroom. Damn, he’d missed his chance. And if he wasn’t wrong, Shelley wasn’t opposed to kissing him either, not by the look that had been in her eye.
Shelley
Had Drew been about to kiss her? Shelley smiled as she headed into her bedroom. She certainly wouldn’t have pulled away. Drew was doing funny things to her insides, and she was really beginning to like him. Although she remained a little wary. John Saville had taught her a harsh lesson, but Drew appeared genuine. Shelley limped into the bathroom and started filling the bath.
As she straightened, hands latched onto her throat and started choking her.
Shelley froze in fear until her lack of breath freed her. She began scratching and clawing at the hands slowly strangling her. Her eyes bulged, and her nose began to run as she desperately attempted to free herself. An old remark by Charlie made her slam her head backwards, and there was a grunt, and the tight grip relaxed slightly.
“Help!” Shelley screamed, but it came out strangled.
Shelley tried kicking out to make a noise to alert Drew and Charlie, but there was nothing in reach. She’d been dragged away from the bath. The hands clenched again, and Shelley’s panic rose. She stamped her plaster-cast boot, trying to crush the attacker’s foot. Tears trickled down her cheeks as her lungs begged for oxygen.
Shelley kicked backwards, and they both stumbled. Her eyes locked onto the mirror, and she was horrified to see a man dressed in black with a balaclava over his face. Around the edges, her sight darkened, and Shelley redoubled her efforts, but she was weakening quickly.
Her lungs strained for air as she desperately tried to haul in breaths. Their eyes met; his were dark blue, and hers were bloodshot.
Then they disappeared, and Shelley experienced a rush of fear.
The image in front of her sharpened, and a pale-faced woman with pure black eyes appeared. Her lips were blood red and pulled back in a snarl. Long, straggly, untidy black hair fell messily over her hollowed-out cheekbones.
“Release her!” the mirror hissed, and the attacker let out a shout, releasing Shelley and stumbling backwards. Shelley collapsed to the ground as she gulped for air and held her sore throat.
