Page 10 of His Virgin Angel

Chapter Two

Two weeks later, on her way out of the community college, Piper hadn’t been watching where she was going, and bumped into a hard wall of flesh. She ended up on her ass with a yelp.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, looking up and frowned.

She recognized the man vaguely.

“No, it’s me I’m afraid. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Oh, neither was I.”

“You seem to be the worse for wear. Here let me help you.” He offered out his hand, which she took. Within seconds she was back on her feet, but he’d pulled her with a force that she now collided with his chest.

“I’m so sorry again. I’m such a klutz today.” She stepped away from him, getting the space she needed.

“It’s okay. It’s not every day I have a pretty lady all over me.”

You’re fat, ugly, and no man will ever want you.

Piper blushed and looked away. She hated compliments as they reminded her of another time, a time she’d rather forget.

“Don’t I know you?” he asked.

“I really don’t know.”

“No, I’m sure I’ve seen you before.”

She stared at him, wondering what was going on. Something didn’t feel right to her, and she hated this feeling that twisted in her gut. That day four years ago when she’d walked down the street after school, and saw Jack, the same thing occurred. She’d been petrified, but when she saw his face, she’d known she had to stop in order to help him.

“I really don’t know.”

Why did she react this way to the two men? The only other time had been when her mother brought home another “daddy”. Yeah, it had been sick, and her mother had the worst taste in men. She didn’t even want to think about the men that she’d grown up with, that she’d fought off, and finally protected Brian from.

That was a whole other life.

Her feelings for Jack had changed also. She no longer feared him when she was near. She looked forward to his visits rather than dreaded them, and deep in her heart, she wanted him to be happy. He’d done so much for her, and she’d been stupid to worry about who he was.

“I’ve got to get goi—”

“Exquisite, that’s it. You’re one of the waitresses there. Excellent food. I struggle to always book a table.”

She smiled. The last thing she wanted to do was risk bad relations with Mark, the owner. “The food is excellent.”

“I knew I knew you.”

She chuckled. “You go to the college?” Her stomach was still twisting, and she tried to ignore it.

“I’m here to see a friend actually.”

“Which friend?”

“Marshall Rivers,” he said. “Have you heard of him?”

“He’s my English professor.”

“Very good at what he does, right?”

She nodded. “He’s a really patient teacher. I won’t keep you. Sorry for landing on you, and thank you for helping me up, I really do appreciate it.”

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