Page 30 of The Mountain Man's Virgin
“Why did he hit you?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I just went out there to thank him for taking care of you. And, blam.”
“Really?” Something wasn’t adding up.
“Yep. A real winner, that one.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the concierge said, “but the medics are ready to look at both of you now.”
“We are in the middle of something. They can wait,” Lawrence said dismissively without turning to face the man.
When did he turn into such a rude and condescending man? Did Mick knock him so hard it had turned him into a deranged tyrant?
“Please tell them we will be there shortly - and thank you,” I said to the man. I felt Lawrence’s hand squeeze my arm heavily and whip me back around to face him.
“Just tell me one thing.” Lawrence leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Did he fuck you?”
“No!” I pulled back aghast. “Of course not. What has gotten into you?”
“Did you suck his dick?”
“Lawrence, I don’t know what is up with you, but this is not appropriate. The man saved my life. He was a complete gentleman.” I mean it was the truth. I hadn’t slept with him, and I definitely hadn’t given him a blow job.
“Are you telling me the truth?” he yelled, squeezing both of my arms tighter.
Our dramatic conversation was drawing the curious eyes of lobby bystanders.
“Of course, I’m telling you the truth,” I whispered. “And let go of me. People are staring.”
And with the words ‘people are staring’, the evil Lawrence seemed to disappear into thin air.
“I’m just so happy to have you back in my arms,” he said loudly enough for everyone in the lobby to hear. Then he pulled me in for a hug and held me longer than he’d ever held me before. Was it all for show?
“Now, who is fixing my nose,” he said and marched off toward the two medics who had been watching us and their watches.
The female medic took me into a separate conference room and started checking my vitals. She put a blanket around my shoulders asked me questions about what had happened. As I replayed the series of events from the past couple of days, visions of woodstoves, blankets, snowballs, and a tickly rough beard flashed through my mind. I felt a warmth spread through my body, starting deep in my stomach and spreading through my body and out to my fingertips, and I could feel my face flushing red.
“So, Mr. Brady found you unconscious in the snow in a hypothermic state and brought you back to his cabin,” the pretty young medic clarified.
“Yes.”
“And when you woke up, you were naked inside a sleeping bag with him.”
“Yes.” I nodded and felt my face flush even more.
“And was Mr. Brady naked too?”
“No. He had his long johns on.”
The medic sucked in her breath and smiled at me. “You know the protocol for hypothermia, right? It’s skin to skin contact.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief. I thought that she was going to judge Mick for what he had done.
“That’s what he said, and I believed him,” I replied. It was the truth. Never did I mistake what Mick had done as lascivious or that he was somehow taking advance of my naiveté.
“He should’ve gotten totally naked,” said the medic as she smiled at me and I saw the glint in her eye. “You know how many women would kill to have gone through what you just did?”
“What?”
