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Trent
I down the rest of my coffee and head to the door. The barista I’ve been admiring is in the parking lot with a man, and I don’t like the look of what I'm seeing.
She’s pressed against the car. He’s squashing her from behind. Most people would mind their own damn business. Heck, I probably would too… under normal circumstances.
But these aren’t normal circumstances. Not when it comes to this woman.
I’ve never seen someone so goddamn perfect.
I’ve had a hard-on since the moment I set eyes on her.
It’s been years since I’ve shown an interest in a woman. Ever since I found my wife sleeping with my brother. I’d sworn off women. Too much trouble. All they care about is my money, or showing me off to their friends.
But there’s something different about this girl. I can’t quite put my finger on it. But I need her. I need her bad.
“Hey!” I yell across the parking lot as the man starts to squeeze her hand. I can see by her body language she’s scared.
Fury rises up in me. I make a concerted effort to walk calmly towards them. If I start running I’ll probably end up going full-Rambo. And who knows what will happen then. “Get your hands off her!”
The man spins around to face me. He’s not a bad-looking guy. Maybe a foot shorter than me. Light blonde hair gelled back like a Nazi. He’s wearing a faded band t-shirt and ripped jeans, and I bet he thinks he’s cool as shit.
His eyes are black holes in his skull. There’s darkness there. I can tell. The kind of darkness I’ve seen far too often in my life.
“Mind your own fucking business, asshole.”
I ball my fists at my side and tense my jaw. I’m not trying to be intimidating. It’s just, nobody ever talks to me like. Not if they know what’s good for them.
“Say that again,” I growl, walking towards him. I crack my knuckles and then I crack my neck. My eyes lock on his and for the first time, I can see fear in his face. He’s the kind of guy that’s all too happy to pick on smaller, defenseless people. But when a real wolf turns up he’s just a scared little lamb who wants to go home to his mama.
“I said,” his voice cracks as he talks this time. I’m taking control of the situation, and the power it gives me feels immense. “Mind your own business, old man.”
I turn my head to look at the woman. Her emerald green eyes stare back at me. She's holding her wrist with her other hand and I can see a red mark on it. This guy doesn't know what he's just walked into. But I'm more than willing to show him.
“This is my business,” I tell him. A feeling of invisibility washes over me. Time slows down. It’s moments like these that make life worth living. “I’m making it my business. Now go home, little boy. You’re not welcome here.”
“Fine,” he says, petulantly. He turns as if to go, but at the last second swings around and tries to punch me.
I saw it a mile off. Ducking, his fist flies through the open-air above my head. I bring my knuckles up into his chest. It’s a savage blow. My full force behind it. Swinging from the hips. Just like I've practiced year after year in hot, sweaty gyms full of men who want a piece of me.
His eyes pop open and he struggles to breathe. Slowly, he crumples to the ground.
I turn back to the woman by the car, "Harper." Her name tag is still on her shirt and I read it out loud. Loving the way it feels in my mouth. Her chest is quivering. My tongue runs along my lips. This woman is truly delicious.
“Thank you,” she mutters, her eyes downcast.
I hold her chin in my hand and force her to meet my gaze. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I want to kiss her. I want to pick her up and carry her over to the nearest bush and fuck her brains out. Animal style. But she’s in a vulnerable place. I don't want to make things worse for her. I want to make them better. “I heard what you said.”
Her eyebrows knit together. Her mouth makes a tiny, perfect O. She tries to pretend like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about, but I can see the shame written all over her face. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re living in your car,” I tell her, still looking down at her. I let go of her chin and step back. Scaring her is the last thing I want.
The guy on the floor is slowly backing away from us. It looks like he has his breath back, but he’s whipped now. No threat to either of us.
“It’s just temporary,” she says.
“It always is,” I smile, trying to make light of the situation. My heart pains for this woman. The thought of something so beautiful sleeping rough makes me furious. “You’re coming with me.”
She steps away from me. A look of shock on her face. I knew it was a big leap, but I didn’t expect a reaction like this. Especially not after I just saved her. “No,” she says, “I’ll be fine.”
“You won’t be fine.” I lower my voice and talk calmly and concisely. “Sleeping in your car is not fine. I refuse to stand by and let it happen. Besides, this animal will still be lurking around. You’re not safe. If anything happens to you… I would never forgive myself.”
She looks at me curiously. Like I’m an alien from another planet. Then her eyes soften and she smiles. My heart almost explodes at the sight of it. “I don't even know your name,” she says.
“Trent,” I say, "Trent Parker." I turn around and start walking to my car. I don’t want her to see the massive erection that is threatening to burst through my pants. “Now follow me. I'm taking you home.”
