ROMANCE: Resist Me (Taboo Romance, BDSM, New Adult, Pregnancy, Contemporary, Short Story) by Celia Styles Page B
Authors: Celia Styles
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someone more talented on your side, Melovich,” he responded. “You should know that my afternoon was rather dull until I saw you duck into this alley. Now why don’t you let the nice lady go? You have the wrong woman and your boss will be very angry with you if he finds out what happened.”
One of the other men said something to the man called Melovich in the Slavic language. He turned to him and responded, seeming to agree.
“Taking you down will get us all a bonus,” Melovich told the man known as Dare. “I might even be able to retire on a decent pension after today.”
She watched Dare walk up to them slowly. On instinct the first two thugs went after him. In three moves they were on the ground. The next two went at him with drawn knives. Without breaking a sweat he sent the knives flying from their hands. They joined their comrades howling on the alley ground, squirming in the trash.
Now Alan Dare and his opponent was fact-to-face. Riley hadn’t moved one bit, not expecting any of this to happen. They glared in each other’s eyes, beams of pure hatred going back and forth. The two men were motionless, neither making a move the other could use as an advantage.
“This time, Dare,” Melovich snarled at his opponent. “This time, but we will meet another time. And I will be ready.”
“I’ve heard you say it before,” Dare laughed at him. “It always ends the same way. Haven’t you read the book?”
The man who was still upright slowly backed down the alley, the way he had come. He never once took his eyes from them, being careful to step over his fallen men, whom he helped to get up. When the group was standing, they all backed out and were soon gone.
“Are you okay?” Dare asked Riley. “They almost had you.”
“I’m fine,” she responded. “Who were those men?”
“Very bad people,” he said, still holding the smoldering cigarette. “They mistook you for someone else. Let me call you a cab.”
He walked out of the other end of the alley with her and hailed a cab. As it was pulling up to the curb he held opened his golden cigarette case and offered her one.
“I don’t smoke,” she told him.
“I quit last month,” he responded, tossing away the one he’d lit. “I just keep it around for friends who still do. Old habits die hard.”
Dare opened the door for her when the car pulled up and joined her in the back. Riley started to tell him the name of the hotel, but Dare stopped her.
“We’re going someplace else. They still think you are Lady Keaton and might come after you again.”
“What are you talking about?” Riley asked, confused. “Who is Lady Keaton? Who were those men? Who are you with?”
“Do you always ask questions in threes?”
“Only when I’m scared. I nearly get attacked by some thugs on the first day of my vacation and you show up to save me. What the hell is going on?”
“You have attracted the right sort of attention from the wrong people. I don’t know a better way to put it.”
“You still haven’t told me anything.”
“There is only so much I am allowed to tell.”
“Allowed to tell by whom?”
“Allowed by the same government you voted in during the last election. I’m with a branch of the Department Of Defense. Those men mistook you for a woman we hire out for special jobs, Lady Keaton. She’s not even in Paris right now, but they saw you, your descriptions matched and those idiots almost grabbed you.”
Riley stared at the floor. She was wearing her good shoes today, was she going to need them?
“So you are telling me my life might be in danger?”
“Not if you listen and come with me. I need to get you to someplace safe. Those men will eventually report back to their boss who won’t be happy to hear they let their target slip by. In their situation, I might make something up. But they don’t strike me as the smartest operatives the Moscow branch has sent out here.”
“What about my hotel room?”
“Did you pay
One of the other men said something to the man called Melovich in the Slavic language. He turned to him and responded, seeming to agree.
“Taking you down will get us all a bonus,” Melovich told the man known as Dare. “I might even be able to retire on a decent pension after today.”
She watched Dare walk up to them slowly. On instinct the first two thugs went after him. In three moves they were on the ground. The next two went at him with drawn knives. Without breaking a sweat he sent the knives flying from their hands. They joined their comrades howling on the alley ground, squirming in the trash.
Now Alan Dare and his opponent was fact-to-face. Riley hadn’t moved one bit, not expecting any of this to happen. They glared in each other’s eyes, beams of pure hatred going back and forth. The two men were motionless, neither making a move the other could use as an advantage.
“This time, Dare,” Melovich snarled at his opponent. “This time, but we will meet another time. And I will be ready.”
“I’ve heard you say it before,” Dare laughed at him. “It always ends the same way. Haven’t you read the book?”
The man who was still upright slowly backed down the alley, the way he had come. He never once took his eyes from them, being careful to step over his fallen men, whom he helped to get up. When the group was standing, they all backed out and were soon gone.
“Are you okay?” Dare asked Riley. “They almost had you.”
“I’m fine,” she responded. “Who were those men?”
“Very bad people,” he said, still holding the smoldering cigarette. “They mistook you for someone else. Let me call you a cab.”
He walked out of the other end of the alley with her and hailed a cab. As it was pulling up to the curb he held opened his golden cigarette case and offered her one.
“I don’t smoke,” she told him.
“I quit last month,” he responded, tossing away the one he’d lit. “I just keep it around for friends who still do. Old habits die hard.”
Dare opened the door for her when the car pulled up and joined her in the back. Riley started to tell him the name of the hotel, but Dare stopped her.
“We’re going someplace else. They still think you are Lady Keaton and might come after you again.”
“What are you talking about?” Riley asked, confused. “Who is Lady Keaton? Who were those men? Who are you with?”
“Do you always ask questions in threes?”
“Only when I’m scared. I nearly get attacked by some thugs on the first day of my vacation and you show up to save me. What the hell is going on?”
“You have attracted the right sort of attention from the wrong people. I don’t know a better way to put it.”
“You still haven’t told me anything.”
“There is only so much I am allowed to tell.”
“Allowed to tell by whom?”
“Allowed by the same government you voted in during the last election. I’m with a branch of the Department Of Defense. Those men mistook you for a woman we hire out for special jobs, Lady Keaton. She’s not even in Paris right now, but they saw you, your descriptions matched and those idiots almost grabbed you.”
Riley stared at the floor. She was wearing her good shoes today, was she going to need them?
“So you are telling me my life might be in danger?”
“Not if you listen and come with me. I need to get you to someplace safe. Those men will eventually report back to their boss who won’t be happy to hear they let their target slip by. In their situation, I might make something up. But they don’t strike me as the smartest operatives the Moscow branch has sent out here.”
“What about my hotel room?”
“Did you pay
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