Chapter fifteen
Gathering her wits together with some difficulty, Lenny sat up on the bed and rubbed a hand over her wet face. Her eyes darted around the room and her throat closed up. She couldn't stay here, not now. What if he came back, how on earth would she be able to look him in the eyes and see that awful disgust she had seen before? She had no idea that he was only disgusted with his own loss of control, not with her, it wasn't as if he had stuck around long enough to actually speak to her. Finding her clothes she quickly slipped them on, biting her lip as she felt tender places on her body where he had been touching her and her face went red all over again. She didn't think she'd ever be able to be in the same room as him again.
Feeling her heart pound as she crept down the stairs, she wondered where he was and if he would try and stop her from leaving. She very much doubted it, why would he care? A sigh of relief passed her lips as she finally made her way outside and leaned back against the door, her eyes looking up at the stars thankfully. Now all she had to do was walk up that pitch black road to her own home and she could curl up and lick her wounds in peace. Luckily she got there without any mishaps, making sure she locked the doors behind her before she went upstairs and shut herself into the peaceful cocoon of her bedroom.
Meanwhile, Kevin sat in Mark's study, leaning forward on the couch and clutching his head in his hands. A groan worked it's way out of his tight throat as he thought of what had just happened. He couldn't believe he had completely lost it like that, or that it had been with Lenny, of all people. Sam's confident statement earlier that day, that he thought Kevin was falling in love with her, came back to haunt him and he growled. Lenny was a child compared to him, he had to remember that. Yeah, like you remembered it just now, he told himself, the image of her splayed underneath him as he started to sink into her, burning itself into his brain. He cursed his lack of control, and the fact that his body was still hard. He wanted her, right now, but she was someone he could never have. Not ever. He was twenty years older than her...twenty years...he told himself, trying to think up as many different excuses as he possibly could. Sam trusted him with Lenny's safety, and he repaid that trust by taking her into his bed. Thank God he had pulled back at the last, because he didn't know if he would be able to stand the guilt if he had continued on. It was bad enough as it was, and he tried to imagine how Lenny would be feeling now, suddenly getting a whole new perspective on his behaviour.
He ran a shaky hand through his tangled hair and gave a heartfelt sigh. What a mess, and he was the one to blame. He stood up abruptly. One thing was for sure, he couldn't go back to his room while she was there, she'd probably become hysterical or something. No, he would sleep in another room for tonight....and for every other night she was here, he decided, blissfully unaware that she had already left.
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The next morning Kevin got up at the crack of dawn, unable to stand staying in bed when he couldn't sleep anyway. He took a refreshing shower and got dressed, making his way downstairs and worrying about what he could possibly say to Lenny to make it all better. Probably nothing. It had finally filtered through his thick skull that she would be hurt by his behaviour, and he felt horrible. Knowing Lenny she would probably start a huge argument that would have him wanting to throw her over his knee, he thought with a faint smile. Well, he had wanted to put things back on their original footing, and he guessed he had inadvertently found a way to do it.
He busied himself making breakfast and filling two mugs with coffee, wanting to at least make an effort before he went and woke her up. At least she could attack him on a full stomach, he thought with dark humour, placing the food on the table and leaving the room.
Minutes later he was knocking on the door to his room, waiting for a reply. When none came he knocked harder, thinking she must be still asleep or in the shower herself. A frown marred his features when no reply came again, and he paused for a brief second before he opened the door. Seeing she wasn't in the bed he went inside and towards the bathroom, a nagging suspicion forming when he saw that the door wasn't closed, and nor could he hear any sounds of running water. A quick check verified that she wasn't in there, and his stomach clenched with unaccustomed panic. She'd left! But when? If it had been last night...! God, anything could have happened to her! What if that Jack person had come back, what if...?
With all these thoughts swirling about in his head he ran out of the room and down the stairs, heading to her house to rescue her if need be.
The loud bangs coming from the locked back door made Lenny nearly jump out of her skin, and she tiptoed down the hallway to peek around the kitchen door. When she saw the very large silhouette of Kevin standing there she narrowed her eyes. What did he want? She debated whether or not to open the door, but decided she may just as well, because he probably wouldn't go away. When she went and did that, she just stared silently up at him, waiting for him to speak.
"When did you come back here and why the hell didn't you tell me?" he barked at her. It wasn't anything like what she had expected him to say and she couldn't speak for a second. It didn't take long for her temper to appear, however.
"It's none of your business when I came back and I don't have any obligation to tell you anything!" she snapped, glaring at him.
"No obligation...! I told Sam I'd take care of you!" he growled, pushing her back into the house despite her resistance and slamming the door behind him. "Jack Penn could have come here and there would have been no-one to help you!"
"If that had happened I'd have called the police," she said, folding her arms over her chest, unconsciously mirroring his stance.
"And you think he'd have let you? Christ, you really are stupid, aren't you?" he said, narrowing his eyes.
"Well I'm sorry, Mr. Brainiac, that I'm not as highly intelligent as you, but sometimes us idiots can't quite get our brains in gear!" she said sarcastically. "That being the case, I guess we don't know anything about manners either. So why don't you just get lost?"
"Don't try and be rude to me, Lenny, you don't want to get me angry," he said, his eyes turning stony.
"Don't I? Why? Should I be scared or something, because I'm not!" she fumed, glaring daggers at him as she recalled the events of the previous evening. "And what the hell do you care what happens to me anyway, you big moron! Leave me alone!"
Kevin stared at her in astonishment, unable to believe the fury she was displaying. "You're very disagreeable in the mornings," he mused, raising one eyebrow as he looked the long way down at her.
"You're very disagreeable all the time," she replied instantly. "Now why don't you run along?"
He felt himself bristling at her dismissive tone, and he straightened himself up to glare down from his full height. "Don't even begin to think you can order me around Lenny, because it won't work." He looked her up and down as if she were something distasteful. "I'll go, for now. But I'll be back later to check on you."
"I don't need checking on," she said sullenly, glaring at his back as he turned around and opened the door.
"I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for Sam," he said over his shoulder, his eyes raking her angrily. "You don't deserve any special treatment, not with a temperament as foul as yours."
"Hah !You can talk about foul temperaments, you have the worst one ever!"
Kevin gripped the door handle so tightly he was surprised it didn't break off in his hand. "If I were you, I'd behave a little more pleasantly around me from now on," he warned her. "I'd be only too happy to introduce you to the lake again!"
"Oh and we're back to threats, are we? Typical, dumb blond thinking," she muttered, dropping her eyes when his glittered furiously.
"What did you just say?" he asked, turning fully and looking at her in a predatory way.
Lenny shrugged and tried to act nonchalant, aware that she was pushing a little too far for comfort right now. "Nothing important."
He stared at her for a long time, not saying anything, and she could almost feel him vibrate with pent-up rage. "I'll come back later. But one thing, Lenny," he said, leaning towards her and making her back away one step before she could stop herself, "keep a civil tongue in your head or I might have to find a way of making you be quiet. And you won't like the method I use." With that he straightened again and slammed out of the house.
"Stupid blond!" she yelled at the closed door, tensing when she saw his back stiffen as he walked down the path and knowing he had heard her. She was quite sure that if he could, he would make her pay, and she tried to convince herself that she wasn't scared. But that was just one lie too far.
****Another one done....another to come. Hope it was okay!****
