Page 4 of You Need to Beg
"You can come out now," I said, and the man sprang up with an amused expression plastered on his face. "Now, tell me what’s going on?”
“Or what you’re going to hit me with that pencil,” he chuckled as I clenched it in my hand.
“They could come back you know,” I warned and he regarded me carefully before backing into one of the shop’s aisles. He gestured for me to join him. I looked back at him stubbornly until he sighed and tugged at my hand, gentle enough for me to pull away if I wanted to. I didn't. There was something about the way his skin grazed against mine that left me wanting more. He looked down at me once we were backed between two heavily stocked bookshelves.
“They won’t be able to see us from here, right?”
“No, not from here,” I breathed. My heart pounded against my chest; his hands were still wrapped around my wrist. He must have been able to feel my heartbeat, hell, he might have been able to hear it! I was alone with this strange, beautiful man. A sketchy man, to say the least. “Are they trying to kill you?” I asked to which he burst out laughing.
“Kill me? Charles and Harry? No way,” he laughed, and my anger soared.
“Well, what then?”
“They’re trying to...get me back to people who need an answer from me...soon.”
“That’s very clear,” I said drily, “now I know what I risked my job for.”
“Your job was always safe. Trust me.”
“Trust you? The stranger who hid under my legs and won’t tell me why?”
“That wasn't me hiding under your legs,” he said quietly as he took a measured step closer, “you would know if I was hiding under your legs.” he added as he brought a hand to my cheek, "you would scream." He looked at me hungrily before taking a step back. He ran his eyes over my body. A pleased smile crept over his face.
“Who are you?” he said, drawing back closer in a way that made me catch my breath. “You threaten two men, three times your size, stab one of them with a pencil, all to hide me, why?”
“You said please,” I said meekly. His eyes burned into me, and my body throbbed painfully. I took a step back for air, and he followed me.
“You are phenomenal,” he said under his breath, he brought his hand under my chin and tilted my head towards him.
I used my hand to push him back jokingly. His chest was hard and warm against my touch.
“Phenomenal?” I chuckled, daring myself to look back at him. His eyes were on mine. Serious and deliberate. My heart faltered. We were all alone.
“I’m Ezra Johnson,” he said, creasing his eyebrows, once again in anticipation.
Should I know what that name means? I was terrible at this sort of thing. I rarely used social media and avoided the news because it had become too sensationalist for my liking. I got my fix of world events through inflammatory headlines from the newspapers I passed by and pop culture references in shows. Occasionally my brother would shoot over a piece of news if he felt I had to know it. He would tease that I would be dead in the first round of the Zombie Apocolypse as I would be the only one oblivious enough to leave my house.
Perhaps he was an actor? No that didn’t seem right. He was gorgeous, yes, but there was something demure about it him. He didn’t fit the profile of any actors I had come across.
My mouth went dry. Or maybe he’s a well-known drug lord like Pablo Escobar. It might explain why those men were looking for him. Had I juststabbeda gang member with a pencil?
“Are you a drug dealer,” I said, and he burst out in a laugh. It was a deep laugh that filled his stomach, creased his eyes and made my heart ache.
“You have quite the imagination.” he managed to say after a while.
“Only when things are woefully unclear,” I frowned. “You promised you would tell me if I sent them away.”
“I said I would tell you who I am, and I have.”
“There’s more to this,” I mumbled impatiently.
“Yes but why ruin a moment,”
“What momen-,” I started before he drew his large arm across the small of my waist. I stopped breathing, and he dropped me immediately.
“Sorry, did I read the situation wrong?” he apologised, stepping back, “it’s just you had a look on your-,” It was my turn to interrupt him.
I drew close to him and pressed my body against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face, hungrily towards mine. Our lips grazed, and I breathed in his musk before planting my mouth on his. His lips were soft and firm. He crashed back into me, and my body quaked with joy and bliss.What are you doing?
