Lost In You
Chapter 1
"Hey Tony, give me the usual." Jensa said by way of greeting as soon as she entered her favorite bar.
Sliding on one of the stools, she crossed one smooth tanned leg over the other. Long honey blonde hair pooled down her back in waves, curling at the ends, while deep blue eyes studied the surroundings. Her outfit was a simple strapless blue dress that went to mid-thigh, though it still left plenty to the imagination and matching open toed heels adorned her feet.
"Thanks." She murmured quietly, sipping her wine in thought.
"Jensa..." The slick voice of her ex-boyfriend, Randy Orton, greeted from behind her. He slid onto the stool next to her, automatically procuring a cigarette seemingly out of nowhere and lit it, studying her attentively. "Were you waiting on me or just barhopping?" He made what was actually a scathing question sound so sweet, tone polite and warm, however his eyes were pure ice.
"Randy 'I like to fuck anything with 2 legs' Orton, how are you darling?" Jensa sweetly retorted, though it didn't touch her tone or eyes.
She'd lit up her own cigarette at the bar while sipping her wine, smiling. Jensa waved Tony off when he came over, letting him know everything was fine. Randy always harassed her and, as usual, Jensa put him in his place with the utmost icy kindness.
"I'm peachy keen, precious. How're you?" Randy used the same tone of voice with her as she did him. "And that wasn't very nice, I don't fuck just ANYTHING." He exhaled smoke right in her face, all the while flashing a charming smile. Randy looked so sweet and innocent, until one got to know him. Then...all bets were off. "What are you doing here?" He asked again. "Waiting for your flavor of the night?"
Jensa blew smoke right back at him, setting her drink down and uncrossed her legs briefly to switch them, blue eyes never leaving his. "Actually, I decided I wanted to come here for a drink. Unlike YOU, I don't have flavors of the night, I don't need them." She smirked when he bit back a scowl, taking a long swig of her wine and flicked cigarette embers in the ashtray. "And you're just bitter because my 'flavor of the night' isn't you."
His calm facade was interrupted by a flicker of anger and annoyance passing over his handsome features. "Well, that could change very easily." Randy said after a moment, tapping his cigarette in the ashtray, nodding when a beer was placed in front of him. "You used to LIKE being my flavor." He purred seductively, reaching out to run a hand up her thigh.
"That was before I found out about all of your other flavors."
Jensa turned her stool to where she faced the bar, his hand falling from her thigh at once. Jensa wasn't a fighter unless the situation called for it. She drained the rest of her glass and requested a refill, biting back laughter at the look Tony shot Randy.
"Now go away and find your flavor because it's not me, Orton. I'm done playing with you; you need to move on, sweet cheeks."
Growling angrily, Randy slid off the barstool. Instead of disappearing like she probably hoped for, he moved his hands onto her shoulders, squeezing gently but firmly. "Now Jen, is that anyway to treat the guy you admitted you loved at one time?" He purred, bending down so his hot breath hit her ear and slid his hands down around her neck.
Jensa tensed, though she tried fighting it, not wanting him to know just how bothered she was by his words. Still, she took the drink from Tony, blue eyes telling him not to do anything because Randy was a dangerous man and could drop him like a bad habit. "You were a toy to me, sweetheart, didn't you know? I used you, Orton, for my own amusement and made you THINK I actually gave a damn about you. The dick wasn't bad, but I've had better." She chuckled ruefully, stubbing her cigarette out, blowing smoke out slowly. "In case you didn't hear me before, let me repeat myself: I'm done playing with you."
Dangerous was right and Jensa had just pissed him off. A sneer formed on his sensual yet cruel lips as Randy wrapped one massive hand around her throat, squeezing hard enough to let her know she was igniting his explosive temper.
"Boy, get your hands off the woman." A deep dangerous baritone rumbled from behind.
Taker had just stepped in for a drink, without getting knocked over by one of the punk band mates, and what did he get to see? Some moron with a bad crew-cut trying to assault a lady. He had heard the woman's put down and mentally cringed, feeling like his own boys were about to be sliced off or something just from being so close. When the boy turned around, with a fist flying no less, Taker caught it, acid green eyes narrowing.
Jensa clutched her throat with wide blue eyes, having been whipped around on the barstool. Randy had released her abruptly and currently lay on the floor with a broken nose. She heard the crunch, a satisfying sound to her ears after the dick put his hands on her. Trying to learn how to breathe and slow her racing heart, Randy deserved what Jensa said after everything he put her through.
"I'm fine Tony, can I have some water?" She asked quietly when he rushed over to her from behind the bar.
"YOU BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE MAN!"
Taker shrugged once, resting his heavy boot on the kid's stomach. "Be grateful that's not all I broke." He advised wickedly. "Apologize."
"Are you FUCKING kidding me?" Randy groaned, cupping his broken bleeding nose and howled in pain. A second later he was screaming when the heel of that heavy boot actually pressed down.
Jensa couldn't believe what was happening, finally looking at her...savior...swallowing hard. The man was HUGE and towered over anyone in the bar, especially her 5'8 petite frame. Though hearing Randy howl in pain was worth it as Jensa rubbed her neck, thick blue and black bruises already forming, marring her beautiful skin.
'Taker glanced her way, assessing her quickly, noting those bruises. He was a lot of things himself, but a woman abuser was not one of them. Scowling, he bent down and grabbed Randy by HIS throat, literally jerking him to his feet roughly.
"Apologize." He repeated gravely.
"Sorry..."
"And mean it." Taker brought his knee up, kneeing Randy in his backside so hard Randy yelped like a dog.
"I'M SORRY, JENSA!"
Eyes narrowing, Jensa stared at him for a long while and finally nodded stiffly, taking the ice pack Tony handed her, pressing it to her neck. "If you EVER lay a hand on me again, Orton, I will make sure your fingers are permanently broken." She slid from the stool and slapped the taste out of his mouth, the sound resonating around the bar and spit in his face for good measure. "Apology NOT accepted, asshole." She threw the ice pack at him and stormed out, heels clicking violently.
Smirking, Taker dragged Randy through the bar out the back door and hurled him headfirst into a dumpster. After shutting and locking the door behind him, he stepped back into the bar. Well, so much for gratitude, the woman had taken off. Shaking his head, he took her spot at the bar, nodding when Tony slid a beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels his way.
"Jensa wait!" Natalie came after her before she could walk out while Taker took care of Randy, eyes wide. "Honey, you've been drinking remember?"
"I wasn't planning on driving, Nat." Jensa sighed when she was dragged back into the bar, rolling her eyes. She didn't want to be here right now, knowing she wouldn't be able to talk tomorrow because of Randy's assault and took a fresh ice pack from Tony. "Thanks..."
"I told you if he..."
"Tony, not now okay?"
"Yeah, she's been through hell already. That Orton has a lot of balls for doing that shit in here! He's banned!" Natalie was the owner of the bar.
Jensa actually cracked a smile and hugged Natalie, thanking her.
Taker just sat there and took a shot from the bottle, wondering just how many times Orton 'The Pussy' had been banned. Apparently he had pulled this before on Jensa, now that was a name a person didn't hear every day. He grunted when he spotted the two women hugging from the corner of his eye, now that was a delicious visual.
"Don't thank ME!" Natalie gestured to the man sitting a few stools down, grey eyes narrowing slightly. "He's the one you should be thanking for putting that fucker in his place."
Jensa's blue eyes moved from Natalie to the man that saved her from Randy doing further damage, nodding. "You are right." Sliding off of her stool that Natalie forced her in, Jensa walked over to the man, extending her small hand. "I want to thank you for what you did, sir. May I buy your drinks for the evening?" It was the least she could do, flashing a beautiful smile, the lighting above causing the golden specks in her hair to glisten somewhat.
Taker didn't even bat an eyebrow, knowing they were now talking about him. Or at least the exuberant one was, nodding when a second beer was placed in front of him. It took quite a bit to get him drunk. He turned when Jensa appeared behind him, taking her hand in his briefly. Damn, she was a tiny thing.
"Pleasure was all mine." He said, grinning briefly before shaking his head, his black as ink hair moving with the gesture. "I can drink a lot." He said by way of explanation, trying not to sound amused.
"Drink as much as you want, I have it covered." Jensa assured him softly, winking and slowly slipped her hand out of his, claiming her stool beside him.
Natalie was busy prepping a salve to get rid of her bruises, knowing Jensa hated being marked up. She was a picture of beauty and sometimes used it to her advantage. She wasn't vain, though when it came to Randy, that was a completely different story.
"Nat..." Jensa groaned when the stool turned around to face Natalie, letting the woman patch her up, rolling her eyes. "Is this really necessary?"
"Woman, those bruises are BAD, yes."
Jensa sighed and just sat there, crossing her arms in front of her chest, scowling. Taker shifted on his stool to openly watch them, arching an eyebrow when Natalie shot one back. Most people didn't say anything to him because of his size, his long black hair and the tattoos that covered his arms from shoulder to wrist. Or maybe it was the black jeans and black vest...Or perhaps just the way he carried himself since Taker exuded danger.
"That happen a lot?"
"No, Randy normally just harasses her for a bit and then moves on. I don't know what got into him tonight..."
"Maybe because of what I said." Jensa didn't sound the least bit sorry as Natalie finished, thanking her with a nod and turned back around on her stool. "He deserved it, the prick." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, crossing one leg over the other. "He ruined a perfectly good evening for me, I hope he never recovers." Her voice turned icy along with her eyes. Tony handed her another drink, but Jensa just waved him off. "I'm going to decline, Tony. It's been a hell of a night. I think I'm just going to go home."
"Your cab is outside waiting for you, honey."
"Thanks." She turned to the man that saved her, extending her hand again as she slid from the stool. "Thank you once again for everything you did, sir. Good evening." She slid her hand out of his after briefly shaking it again, heading for the exit.
Taker arched an eyebrow, wondering if she planned on driving, knowing she had been drinking. How much, that he didn't know, but...she was beautiful and he was intrigued. Not to mention he didn't hear what Natalie said about the cab outside. He got up and gently caught her hand, turning her around.
"Need a ride?" He asked huskily.
Damn he had a voice that could melt ice instantly, Jensa thought, her eyes locking on his, clearing her throat since it was still sore. "Natalie called me a cab." Maybe the man had selective hearing, like most of them did, and Jensa merely let a smile curve her glossy lips. "You've helped me enough for one night, sir. Enjoy the free drinks." Winking, Jensa slid her hand out of his slowly, feeling the electricity rush up her arm and headed out of the bar, the night air assaulting her.
She felt that, the rush of electricity between them, Taker knew she did. He ALMOST went after her, almost. But Taker usually did not chase women, they came to him. Considering what that moron boy had put her through, she'd probably assume he was out for 'sex as a reward' or something of that nature. He was patient, she'd probably be back in a night or so as it seemed she frequented this place.
He managed to gain a few points when he didn't chase after her, which amused Jensa to no end. She felt the spark between them, knowing if they went to bed together, it would be explosive. Still, Jensa did NOT chase after men, they came to her. She didn't sleep around like a common whore though, Jensa had standards. They had to be tall, dark and handsome. So far, her savior matched every one of those qualities. Smiling, Jensa slid inside her awaiting cab and told him the address, which took her to her expensive condo on the other side of town.
Jensa inherited a lot of money from her deceased grandmother she used to take care of, so she didn't need to work. She did anyway though, as a local writer for the newspaper. Nothing big and she had a different name, not wanting people to know it was her. Sighing, Jensa walked into her Park Avenue condo and threw her keys on the table before kicking her heels off, the soft plush blue carpeting squishing between her toes. What a night! She changed into a black nightgown, sliding into bed with her window open, and instantly drifted off to sleep with thoughts of her savior.
After finishing off his whiskey and leaving a tip that surpassed the bill, Taker called it a night. Walking just fine, not even buzzing, he strolled out of the bar and headed for his Harley Davidson. Sadly, his mind was STILL on Jensa...and the way her pert backside swayed with each step she took.