His chest expands against mine once again. He is definitely smelling me. Some sick, fucked up part of my brain is hoping I smell good for him. The little slut. I really have to work on finding a boyfriend when this shit is all over. Or get that cat.
"There are men outside your apartment waiting to come in and kill you."
What. The. Fuck. Way to kill a mood. I widen my eyes which probably do look like fucking Pekinese eyes now. My eyebrows are like hairline high because who the fuck comes into someone's home and just drops a bomb on them like that. I mean, I'm sure there isn't etiquette for it, but damn he could have broken it to me easier.
I try to move again but again he won't let me. Instead, he looks down into my eyes like he's trying to find the answer to something, a question he hasn't asked me yet.
"Looks like I will be saving your ass again, Kiska."
Yeah, well, what can I say? I just can't seem to stop tripping over people who want to kill me lately, you know how it is. I didn't think my eyes could get any bigger but when something shakes the whole apartment building they do.
"They're coming."
He doesn't even look worried. He just looks towards my door like the super just told him we might have a mouse problem and he was going to set a few traps.
"What the hell was that?" I whisper so quiet I don't know if he actually heard me or not.
"Flashbomb I left outside the door. We have to go now." I mouth the word back. I'm yanked up before I have the chance to gain my equilibrium back. This man keeps throwing me off like I have to run to catch up.
"Wait!" Damn, I hate how strong he is. I couldn't pull my wrists free and now I can't stop him from dragging me to the window so we can use the fire escape.
Something must have finally sunk in because he stops for the briefest second. "Shoes, you need shoes."
Ya think!
"Hurry."
Like that helps me. I run back to the couch and drop to my knees to look for my shoes under the couch, which is the last place I saw them.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
My head snaps up and I look into his frigid eyes. I look down to make sure nothing has slipped or slide. I'm all in, nothing hanging out. I scrunch my nose up at him and go back to looking for my shoes. It's hard to tell but I think he's mad and I don't have a fucking clue why. I find one but the other one is too far back for me to reach.
"Come on, we have to go!" his accent is thick now and he's annoyed with me. Of all the days to act like a bimbo this is not the one. I'm really shocked he hasn't already left me. Actually, I wonder what brought him back to me when he made it very clear I was someone else's problem and not his.
"I can't reach my damned shoe, okay." I don't even know if he can hear me or not, my voice might be so muffled from putting my face to the crack between my couch and the floor that he doesn't have a clue what I'm saying.
I'm lifted from where I am on the floor into the air. One minute I am down there on my hands and knees and the next I am in the air; wrapped up in tattooed arms, testosterone, and male aggression. He kicks my couch with his foot and sends it scooting back like it's afraid of him too. He sees my little pink fuzzy mule lying in the middle where the couch used to be and growls.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me?"
I fight to be let down but he bends over and picks the shoe up from the floor while getting us to the window where he finally puts me down long enough to slide my shoes on me like I'm a fucking infant.
"I can put my own shoes on." He stands up running his eyes over me and I can't help the shiver that runs through me. Damn does he have some pretty eyes, even if they are cold enough to kill. He yanks off his jacket confusing me more than I was before but when he unzips the hoodie underneath I understand what he is doing.
He takes my arms and pokes them through the jacket and zips it up like I'm five again. He puts his jacket back on and then looks at me. I look down to see what he's looking at. His jacket is hanging off of me, ironically just like I was a fucking five-year-old. The sleeves keep slipping over my fingers and the bottom goes all the way down to my knees.
He helps me out and then starts going down before me. I pray to the slippery handed gods of old that I don't fall off the ladder and prove his Russian ass right about my heels. The entire time we are going down I have 'please don't slip' going through my head like a mantra. It doesn't help that I can totally feel the cold air hit my almost bare ass up under his jacket.
Heat is also there and I wonder if it's embarrassment or if his gaze is what has goosebumps popping out. I have just one more rung to go before my feet hit the ground. His hands go around my waist so he can help me with the jump at the end. I turn to him while still holding on to the rail. His scowl has only gotten worse. His eyes are downcast in the direction of my ass making me almost one hundred percent sure he was looking at it.
"Are you looking at my ass?"
His eyes come up and he plucks me off the ladder like I weigh nothing. "Really?"
My cheeks burn with embarrassment and now I really wish I hadn't said anything.
"Of course I would be looking at your ass when men are coming to kill you and I have to save said ass yet again. Jesus lady, get a hold of yourself."
Well see if I ever even ask someone if they are looking at my butt again. I am not just crushed I have been pulverized into nothingness. My ego no longer exists. Not only did he just call me out on asking he made me sound like I was stupid for thinking of my own ass at a time like this. He takes my hand and we start to walk to the end of the ally. A shadow moves in front of it and I hear Russian spill out of my rescuer's mouth in such quick bursts that I am pretty sure they are cuss words.
He moves me behind him but doesn't take his hand off my hip. The shadow at the end of the alleyway moves towards us until I can just barely make out facial features even though I try not to. The last thing I want to do is be able to identify any of these guys. I'm in enough trouble as it is I don't need more.
"Give me the girl and I'll let you walk." The concrete makes my gasp echo off the cold wet walls. God I am glad I have shoes on this time. "We don't want anything to do with you, just the girl."
Oh shit, I really wish I trusted the man I was with right about now. The shadow just gave him everything he could ask for - to be rid of me. The guy moves closer and the street light catches the metal from a gun in the dark. I can hear my own breathing, it becomes faster and faster until I'm pretty sure they won't have to worry about much longer. I'll run out of air long before the men figure out what to do with me.
"Is she your girlfriend?"