Page 5 of A Tortured Temptress
"Shane," I hear another voice and look down to see that Giselle is looking up at me. "Don't kill him." She says it so softly, but I still hear her. I release him with a shove. He falls into the table the hot coffee spilling and splattering across him.
"You're fired," that woman says again, and this time Giselle's body tightens up.
"I didn't do anything. He..." She pauses not sure what to say.
"After everything that happened today, Giselle, I can't keep you on," the woman says and Giselle's body sags against mine.
"Come on girls," I order Deandra and Ronan. I know that Deandra's father wouldn't want her here after I leave.
"You can't fire her for him being an arsehole to her. He was making fun of her name. No one calls her Elle," Ronan tries to defend Giselle to the manager but she shakes her head.
"We won't be coming back, and I'll tell my friends," Deandra continues. The woman hands Giselle her coat and backpack. I keep her under my arm as we make our way out to my car.
It's not until we are all seated that she turns toward me.
"What are you doing here?" She doesn't ask me why I choked him. She doesn't even ask me why I attacked him. It's as if she knows without saying the words.
She is mine.
I am hers.
"I took the afternoon off to see if you wanted to grab some dinner."
"I can't I have a project due tomorrow." Her head drops.
"Where can I drop you two off at?" Looking in the rearview mirror at Ronan and Deandra.
"Can you drop us out in front of the library?" Deandra asks. "Giselle and I have the same project we are working on."
"I can pick you up afterward and we can get dinner. Or I can bring you some dinner in a couple hours." I hate to sound like I'm begging but I can't help it. I want to be with her. I want to spend time with her and be there for her. Not just to rescue her but for the nightmares that I know she must have.
"We should be done in a couple hours if you want to come back and pick up Giselle then. We were planning this for later but because of her getting fired we can get started sooner," Deandra offers.
"Is that okay Giselle?" I take her hand in mine settling it on my thigh as I drive them across the campus to the library. She doesn't speak and I take my eyes off the road for a moment to see that she's staring at her hand on my thigh. Her fingers flex and it takes everything in me to not moan when it causes my cock to jump behind my fly. "Giselle," her name comes out as a groan.
"Okay." Again, I look at her and she's now looking at me. "Thank you."
"I'll always protect you." I give her the truth. When we pull up to the library, I hold her hand, so she doesn't jump out when the other two get out of the back. "I'm serious Giselle. I'm here for you." I brush my hand against her wrist and feel the soft scars from where she must have tried to kill herself in the past. I've seen other small marks along her body. Her outer thighs. Her upper arms.
"I should be afraid of you?" Her question makes her pause and think about it.
"It's because I'd never hurt you. Your body knows that. In your soul you know I'm here for you." I give her the truth.
"I shouldn't let you get close to me."
"Why?" I turn my body to look at her. Her normally green eyes look turquoise because of the blue she's wearing.
"I have to leave," she looks down at her lap and I reach out to lift her chin so she's looking at me.
"Don't run. I'll protect you."
"You don't know me." She pulls away and gets out of the car. I open my door and step out. She's moving fast toward the library.
"Giselle, I'll be back here in two hours. Don't run from me." She pauses in her flight and turns to look at me. She nods so subtly.
Two hours later after running back to the compound I changed into a pair of dark slacks and black pull over shirt. I watch as she walks toward me. I noticed it earlier but now I take her in more so. She's dressed in jeans, a white shirt, with a sweater under her jacket. She has one of those infinity scarves around her neck in a bright blue with flats on. She very rarely dresses in the revealing clothes I saw her in the first time I ever saw her. That night it was New Year’s Eve and all the girls were at a party at one of Aidan's clubs. She was in a dress with only one sleeve that accentuated all her sexy curves. But I don't care, she's beautiful no matter what she wears. I know she usually tends to wear heels but because of work she was in flats today.
Her hair that was up in a sexy messy bun earlier is down now. I can only imagine that Ronan suggested she do that for our date. Ronan is the little sister to Brigid one of Giselle's roommates. I know from past experience that she tends to push some of the girls out of their comfort-zones.
