Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“No, they’ll be too embarrassed to run their mouths.”
“Embarrassed that they got their asses handed to them?”
“Yeah.”
“They should be embarrassed if they thought they could even take you.” I’d felt this strange excitement when I’d seen how easily he’d taken them down.
“I thought it might scare you.” His hand that’s holding mine tightens a fraction. I'm not sure he's aware he did it. This gesture indicates to me that he doesn't want me to be afraid of him. That he cares what I think of him.
“No.” I shake my head. I’m not going to tell him how it made me feel. I’m still trying to unpack that myself. "If I ask you a question, will you be honest with me?"
"As honest as I can be." Not sure I care much for that response, but I suppose that is honest.
"How about if I ask anything you don't want to answer, you just don't. No lying."
"I can do that," he agrees with a firm nod.
"Are you trying to sleep with me?" He's quiet for a long second. "You don't want to answer that one. Cause it kind of answers itself if you don't." I go to tug my hand from his, and I think he's going to release it, but instead he threads his fingers through mine.
"You're beautiful; who wouldn't want to sleep with you?" I scrunch my nose. "But there is more to it. There are lots of pretty people anyone can sleep with. I’m not walking them home or worrying about their shoes."
"What?" I bark a laugh. "You're worried about my shoes?" I wiggle my toes inside of them. Niki pays attention to things around him, even the small details. That’s obvious based on his observations of me and the way he fought those two men.
“I’m kind of worried about them too, but the tip you left should more than cover a new pair. I might go down to the thrift store tomorrow and check out what they've got.”
“You need new shoes. You’re on your feet at work.” His worry over me is endearing. If you would have told me this morning that this big, scary, tattooed man would be concerned about my busted shoes, I would have laughed my butt off and said you were looney tunes.
"You're rather interesting, Niki." I bump him with my shoulder. "And you don't only want to bang me," I tease. Niki isn't wrong. I don't think it would be hard for him to get laid. He could likely pay for it or simply walk into a bar. I push that thought to the back of my mind, not wanting to think about him with anyone else.
He doesn't release his hold on me the whole way to my apartment. I hate the embarrassment that rushes over me when he holds one of the broken doors open for me to enter. There is a buzzer system, but it's never worked.
We bypass the elevator that only works half the time, but I never use it. I don’t care for how unpredictable it is. You never know who might step on with you or the floors it will be stopping on. Not every floor is safe here. Well, I wouldn’t classify any of them as being safe, but some are safer than others. Then there are a couple you stay clear of altogether. Unless you are in search of drugs or a variety of other unsavory things.
"Shit," I mutter when he pulls open the door to the stairwell to see the lights are out.
"Are they always out?"
"No," I huff. Thank God he's here. I would have peed myself running up them as quickly as possible. Niki pulls out his phone, turning on the flashlight.
The light hits his face, his expression hard, making him appear more menacing. That’s when I notice the cut on his cheek. It’s not gushing blood or anything, but there is definitely a gash.
I want to reach up and touch it, but now is not the time. I have no clue how he took that hit and kept on fighting. What the hell were those two men thinking when they tried to start crap with him?
“Stay a step behind me.” He shifts, going in first, still keeping a hold on my hand. I do as he says. Niki moves slowly. I would have run, but he takes his time, I'm sure scoping things out.
Niki suddenly stops walking, tilting his head. I do the same, hearing a whimper and then a moan. Subsequently, the sound of slapping flesh reaches my ears. I'm thankful for the lack of light so that Niki can’t see the heat rushing to my face.
"Out!" Niki barks so loudly that the sound echoes through the stairwell, causing me to jump. I start to slip off the step, a small scream leaving me. Niki's arms somehow manage to wrap around my waist, pulling me into him, dropping his phone in the process with the flashlight facing up. "I got you."