at me, she seems familiar. I bring my other hand to her cheek and slightly brush the back of my hand over her über white skin. I whisper loud enough for the arsehole that just helped himself to a feel to hear, “Are you ready to go, love? You look lovely tonight.” She’s cute up close, I think. She’s definitely not a prostitute; I smile to myself at my earlier assessment.
The rude yank that I almost forgot all about gets up and leaves without a word as I disentangle myself from the helpless young woman in my arm. “He’s gone, I’m letting you go, I think it’s safe unless you have more blokes coming your way,” I say. She still hasn’t said a word to me and I hope I haven’t crossed the line. I was just trying to help her out. I don’t need to get myself into a brawl before meeting Emily. Emily! I remember as alarm bells start going off in my mind and I look down at my watch. “Do you usually need to ward off men when you go out? I’m meeting someone later tonight, but let me know if you need my services in the next half an hour.”
She slowly looks away from me and says, “Yes, I-I-I’m meeting someone, too. Thank you for helping me with those two guys.” I helped her twice? Interesting, I wonder how I helped with the first fella. I reckon that I may need to stop saving girls. This superhero complex I have going hasn’t been working out for me lately.
I watch her as she starts putting away her belongings into her purse. She really is a pretty girl. If I didn’t just hear her strong New York accent, I would think she was European. I smile as I take in her appearance. I begin walking back to my table and just before I sit down, I turn and ask her, “Out of curiosity, what did you tell the first fella?”
“I told him you’re my boyfriend and that you and I are back together and that I won’t be able to hang out with him tonight. It’s my fault, I just forgot I made plans with him and I scheduled an important meeting instead.” She’s doesn’t look at me anymore as she finishes the rest of her drink with one swig.
Why is she here alone anyway? I reckon that girls shouldn’t be in pubs alone; even in swanky hotel pubs. What if I wasn’t here to help her? That creeper could’ve gotten aggressive with her. I watch her delicate body move. I want her to look at me again. Not sure why, but I guess I need someone to talk to other than the demons inside my head. “As your boyfriend, do I at least get to hear what the poor bloke said when you gave him the brush off?” Am I flirting with this poor girl? Nah, I’m just being proper and making conversation.
She finally looks up. She really is very pretty. Not my type, but pretty. My knob sprouts to life once again. Look away from her and concentrate on how you’re going to convince Emily to leave her husband for you.
“He asked me if you’d be okay if he joined us in a threesome.” She smiles and winks before turning her back on me to sit down, leaving me speechless. My dick is at full staff as though this pretty bird were talking straight at it. I look down to assess how obvious my bulge is and how long before I can get the fuck out of this pub and go up to see Emily.
“Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” by Wham
I’ve pissed away my whole interrogation prep time and now it’s almost ten fucking PM. My head is total mush, thanks to seeing Brian, slimy hillbilly, and sexy Brit attack. I need to go back up in case Will Knight decides to come see Em early. I should probably go wait for him upstairs.
As I head toward the elevators, I ask one of the receptionists if they let anyone up to my suite while I was playing Inspector Clouseau at the bar.
“Hi, I just wanted to see if my friend Jeffery Rossi stopped by to gain access to my suite. I’m staying at the Penthouse,” I ask, although I’m sure Will won’t come up before ten. I wish I asked Em more questions pertaining to his appearance as opposed to his cock.