Page 50 of Honey, Honey
“I’m fine,” I said quickly.
“You’re not fine. That shithead has you wound up, we need to bring you down again. I want you to have time to sober up too. I don’t know what the shit that was, with Connie letting you drink tonight, but that does not fly with me.”
I blushed hot because I knew why he was saying what he was. Drunk or tipsy submissives were never up for grabs, not when it came to play partners. I’d come here wanting to find a partner to play with, but Connie had insisted I drink. Why?
“I’m not drunk,” I said.
“You were spilling your damn drink all over yourself,” he shot back, pausing in the doorway to the bathroom.
I started towards him but he backed up a step and my mouth fell open at the movement. Did he think I was going to throw myself at him or something? “I was nervous, okay? I knew Christian was going to be here tonight and then Connie was teasing this big reveal at who she was going to have me with tonight, and then there you were,” I threw out my hands, glaring in his direction. “What the hell was I supposed to do?”
“Not spill your damn drink.”
I rolled my eyes, looking away from him and stalked over to the closet, because I knew he wasn’t going to let this go. If I didn’t get into the robe and let him force me into the shower we were going to argue all night. Besides, getting out of my shoes wasn’t a bad idea, my feet were killing me. “Whatever.”
“Get in the robe,” Law snapped, disappearing into the bathroom.
“Yeah, I know, I know, bossy pants.” I heard Law chuckle from inside the bathroom and I tried to ignore the warm feeling of pleasure that sound gave me. He’d said that I brought people into my shit, he’d gotten pissed about having to ‘babysit me’, and he had walked out on me 24 hours earlier. I did not need to be noticing his chuckle, or thinking about how nice that sound made me feel. I needed to be mad at him. I needed to be just as annoyed as he was with me, and that was that.
I leaned down, undoing the straps of my heels, and stepped out of them with a grateful sigh. I was pulling the straps of my dress down my shoulders when I heard Law clear his throat. I looked over to see that he was standing with his back to me, hands clasped behind his back and staring at the painting that I had just been making a study of.
“Let me know when you’re ready.” Was all he said before he fell silent and went about staring ahead.
“You’re really killing this bodyguard vibe,” I told him, slipping out of the dress and hanging it up on a hanger.
“I should, was one of the things I did once upon a time.”
That was...interesting. Both the fact that he’d done it and the fact that he’d shared it with me. I hadn’t really thought he would give me that much of his background, not with what he’d given me so far, which was nothing. Well, he’d given me tears and an orgasm, but I couldn’t use either of those to get to know the man.
“Cool,” I said quietly, because what else was I supposed to say to that? I didn’t know, since I’d never met a bodyguard. All I knew about them was from movies or television. But straight back, the focused way Law was staring at the painting as if it were the only thing that existed while I knew damn sure he was aware of where I was made me feel protected. Not to mention the way he’d swept me out of the room and kept the others away. I’d played at not noticing all the attention, but it was hard not to look at Law, and each time I did I saw where he was looking and was met with another pair of hungry eyes.
I thought I would know what to do with the spotlight Connie had decided to send my way, but I was wrong. I hadn’t known. In fact, it had almost been too much.
“I’m going in,” I said, wrapping the robe around myself and padding towards the bathroom.
Law gave a grunt, but I watched his shoulders relax slightly. He turned so that he was in profile but his eyes were now on the wall to the left of me, still not on me. “I’ll get you something to eat and drink. Take your time.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I didn’t need him to get me anything, but I stopped. Even if I was mad at him I liked knowing he was getting those things for me. After the unexpectedly intense night, knowing that anyone was getting those things for me—taking care of me—was a heavenly comfort.
“Thank you,” I said instead.
Again, he grunted in reply, and when he didn’t move, I set off for the bathroom. I closed the door and was taking off my robe before I heard his footsteps sound in the other room. I blew out a sigh and looked at myself in the mirror. The makeup I’d put on earlier had held up despite the night, and my hair? Still piled high and looking absolutely amazing, but me?
Not so much on either account.
My eyes looked tired. Worried. I could see that beneath the makeup I was pale and my shoulders were hunched up. No wonder he had wanted to get me in the shower. I sighed, hating that he was right, and approached the walk in shower. I held my hand out under the spray and found that it was a delightfully warm temperature. It was going to do wonders for the way my muscles were bunched. Of course Law had picked the right temperature, just like he was doing the right thing in the other room by making sure I had food and drink.
As far as babysitters went, he wasn’t a terrible one. I stepped into the shower and sighed in relief at the first warm spray of water. I closed my eyes and stood there, letting the water clear my mind of the worry over Christian and the anxiety brought on from being the focus of so many club members. I was used to blending in more at the club, I was noticed, but only when I wanted.
Tonight had been an entirely different animal. Attention had come fast and unbidden, as easily as breathing, and I didn’t know what to do with what felt like an overabundance of energy that was currently coursing through my body. I took in a deep breath and held it for a second before I let it go in a deep exhale. Again, I took in another breath and let it out, and then another and another until I felt myself start to mellow. Down the drain went my fear and anxiety, and by the time I reached to turn off the shower I had lost track of how much time had passed. I turned off the shower and stepped out, breathing in deeply once more while I dried off and pulled on the robe. This time the fluffy softness of it felt good, really good. I hadn’t registered it the first time and I smoothed my hands over it with an appreciative sigh.
I paused in front of the steamed up mirror and thought about swiping a hand over it to see what I looked like but I didn’t let myself. If I did that I would get in my head again. I patted at my hair which was still up and pushed the damp tendrils that had come loose away from my face before I opened the door. The cool air of the room was sudden and it made the warm air at my back all the more appealing. I hesitated on the threshold, not really wanting to walk forward and leave the warm comfort of the bathroom, but also desperately wanting to see what Law had gotten me. I could see the telltale cart beside the bed and swallowed hard when I caught sight of him lounging in the one and only chair in the room. It was leather and high backed, angled towards the bed and sitting just off to the side of it. His big body was taking up every inch of the chair and he had a mug in his hand.
Was he drinking tea?
“Hey,” I said quietly from where I stood.
“Come on out, Honey.”
