Page 53 of The Biker's Virgin
“She’s not going anywhere.” A loud voice boomed from the hallway.
Olivia gasped, “Blaine.”
She heard his boots stomp up the stairs. He appeared behind Maddie and shoved the door so hard that the frame splintered. It hit Mr. Tunbridge straight in the face and he screamed as blood gushed from his nose.
Blaine burst into the room, his eyes wild. He surveyed the room and rushed over to the desk. He wrapped Olivia in his arms. She sank against Blaine’s familiar chest and started sobbing loudly. Blaine stroked her hair and held her tightly against him.
Mr. Tunbridge stood up and wavered on his feet like a drunkard.
“Get out. All of you,” he stammered.
Blaine stepped back from Olivia and kissed her softly on the lips. He took off his t-shirt and pulled it over Olivia’s head. She threaded her arms through the sleeves and clutched the extra fabric tightly in front of her.
“I believe that you owe this lady a letter.”
“I don’t owe her anything.”
The shirtless biker stepped forward, his hands balled into fists at his side. “Write the letter. Now,” he growled.
“I will do no such thing. And from this point on, she’s no student of mine.”
Olivia’s eyes were wide. “No!” she screamed. “I need this.”
Blaine turned to face Olivia, “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do.” Olivia said quietly. “It’s what I’ve worked for my entire life, and what do you even care? Why don’t you just let me do this and go be with that biker whore.”
“Liv.” Blaine pulled back and grasped her hands in his. “Nothing happened with her. Nothing will ever happen with her.”
“But I saw it with my own eyes,” she sobbed.
“You saw her all over me when I was black out drunk. Listen, I’ll explain everything to you, but right now I just want to get you out of here and away from this predator.”
“Predator. Pfft. The girl wanted it. She’s a smart one, choosing her future over a dirty biker,” Mr. Tunbridge said from behind Blaine.
Blaine froze. He slowly turned to face the man that had insulted him. He took one huge step forward and punched Mr. Tunbridge in the face so hard that he spun around, hit the wall, and collapsed to the floor. Blaine kicked him in the ribs and called out for Maddie.
“Liv. I promise I will make it up to you,” he whispered to her. “Right now, you and Maddie need to get out of here. Give Maddie your car keys and I will come and get you later.”
“What are you going to do?” Olivia asked.
“I don’t know yet,” he said. He grabbed her face and kissed her gently. “Now go, get out of here.”
Olivia searched his face and found comfort in his eyes. She knew that she would trust this man with her life and that she would do anything for his. She hopped off the desk, still wearing Blaine’s black t-shirt, which was more like a dress on her, and she and Maddie scampered down the stairs, holding each other’s hands tightly.
