Theresa, and head for the door. I decide not to take a purse and to store money in my bra instead. One of the many perks to being big breasted. It’s a perfect August night tonight, so thankfully I don’t have to wear a jacket.
I check my watch. 7:20. ‘Good thing I was prepared,’ I think as I put my ear to the door, straining to hear if there are sounds of flashing cameras or news reporters. This is where a peep hole would come in handy. I don’t hear anything, so I unlock the top lock and pull the door towards me.
I stop in shock. My mouth drops open. Je remy is standing in front of me, with 6 police officers and 3 big African American men, including Rich, behind him. I hear Theresa behind me whistle. “Holy shit,” she says, under her breath.
Jeremy’s eyes widen for a minute when he sees me. His eyes trace up and down my body. I blush immediately, please d that he seems to like what he sees. But his face quickly goes back to stern, almost angry. He looks glorious like that, of course. The blue of his eyes burn into me, his lips almost pouting. His stubble is almost back, making my heart flutter. He has on red plaid pants and black van sneakers. As a shirt, he wears a plain black vest, with nothing underneath. His muscular arms are crossed in front of his chest. I see the snake tattoo crawling up his right arm.
“ Dylan,” he says, low and husky.
“Jeremy,” I say quietly, a little afraid of his coldness.
I turn around and wave to Theresa. She gives me a little wave. “Good luck on your date tonight,” I say. She smiles again, obviously intimidated, too, as I walk out onto my doorstep and shut my door. I can feel Jeremy standing next to me. I turn to him, and we are face to face.
I look into his eyes, first stern and cold, and then they begin to soften. I smile at him. He finally unfolds his hands and puts his hand on my left cheek. “How’s your face?” he says, low.
“It’s fine, really,” I say, grabbing the hand he has on my face. “Is that what you’re upset about?”
“Yes,” he says, almost growling. “I’m so so rry you were hurt. I came to make sure you were ok.”
“Rich took good care of me.”
“I won’t let them hurt you ever again,” he vows. His face is very serious. We stare for a moment.
“Sir,” one of the big men say s. “We have to get back, quickly.”
All of the policemen and security guards turn and walk in front of us down the steps. We walk up to his black car and he opens the door for me. I scoot all the way over, leaving him room to sit by the door. The policemen and one of the big men get into the three police cars parked randomly around the street. Rich gets into the driver’s seat, and another big man gets into the passenger’s side. I see the police cars’ lights turn on.
Jeremy grabs my left hand, putting it to his lips and kissing it. He looks up over my hand into my eyes. “You look so sexy,” he says. “How am I sup posed to concentrate on stage?”
My eyes widen. “Oh, will I be distracting?” I say, feeling self-conscious.
He laughs his little boy laugh, loud and choppy. He puts our hands down on the seat, still connected. “Yes,” he says. “But not in a bad way. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you tonight.” His eyes smolder.
“I’m not sure I want you to,” I say bravely.
I lean closer to him. He takes my chin in his free hand and grabs it hard, pulling my face to his. His lips press against mine, and he opens my mouth with his and licks my tongue. He tastes amazing again, like the most expensive beer. I feel my insides tighten.
The car suddenly stops, and we break from the kiss. Looking up, I once again see a steel door. I see a lot of policemen, but thankfully, no fans or reporters. “We sent a decoy car to another door,” he explains, seeing my relief when staring towards it.
I smile, and he returns the smile as he leans over. He presses his cheek against mine, blowing into my ear again.
I check my watch. 7:20. ‘Good thing I was prepared,’ I think as I put my ear to the door, straining to hear if there are sounds of flashing cameras or news reporters. This is where a peep hole would come in handy. I don’t hear anything, so I unlock the top lock and pull the door towards me.
I stop in shock. My mouth drops open. Je remy is standing in front of me, with 6 police officers and 3 big African American men, including Rich, behind him. I hear Theresa behind me whistle. “Holy shit,” she says, under her breath.
Jeremy’s eyes widen for a minute when he sees me. His eyes trace up and down my body. I blush immediately, please d that he seems to like what he sees. But his face quickly goes back to stern, almost angry. He looks glorious like that, of course. The blue of his eyes burn into me, his lips almost pouting. His stubble is almost back, making my heart flutter. He has on red plaid pants and black van sneakers. As a shirt, he wears a plain black vest, with nothing underneath. His muscular arms are crossed in front of his chest. I see the snake tattoo crawling up his right arm.
“ Dylan,” he says, low and husky.
“Jeremy,” I say quietly, a little afraid of his coldness.
I turn around and wave to Theresa. She gives me a little wave. “Good luck on your date tonight,” I say. She smiles again, obviously intimidated, too, as I walk out onto my doorstep and shut my door. I can feel Jeremy standing next to me. I turn to him, and we are face to face.
I look into his eyes, first stern and cold, and then they begin to soften. I smile at him. He finally unfolds his hands and puts his hand on my left cheek. “How’s your face?” he says, low.
“It’s fine, really,” I say, grabbing the hand he has on my face. “Is that what you’re upset about?”
“Yes,” he says, almost growling. “I’m so so rry you were hurt. I came to make sure you were ok.”
“Rich took good care of me.”
“I won’t let them hurt you ever again,” he vows. His face is very serious. We stare for a moment.
“Sir,” one of the big men say s. “We have to get back, quickly.”
All of the policemen and security guards turn and walk in front of us down the steps. We walk up to his black car and he opens the door for me. I scoot all the way over, leaving him room to sit by the door. The policemen and one of the big men get into the three police cars parked randomly around the street. Rich gets into the driver’s seat, and another big man gets into the passenger’s side. I see the police cars’ lights turn on.
Jeremy grabs my left hand, putting it to his lips and kissing it. He looks up over my hand into my eyes. “You look so sexy,” he says. “How am I sup posed to concentrate on stage?”
My eyes widen. “Oh, will I be distracting?” I say, feeling self-conscious.
He laughs his little boy laugh, loud and choppy. He puts our hands down on the seat, still connected. “Yes,” he says. “But not in a bad way. I’m just not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you tonight.” His eyes smolder.
“I’m not sure I want you to,” I say bravely.
I lean closer to him. He takes my chin in his free hand and grabs it hard, pulling my face to his. His lips press against mine, and he opens my mouth with his and licks my tongue. He tastes amazing again, like the most expensive beer. I feel my insides tighten.
The car suddenly stops, and we break from the kiss. Looking up, I once again see a steel door. I see a lot of policemen, but thankfully, no fans or reporters. “We sent a decoy car to another door,” he explains, seeing my relief when staring towards it.
I smile, and he returns the smile as he leans over. He presses his cheek against mine, blowing into my ear again.
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