Chapter 12
She sat at the bar empty glasses everywhere before her. She hadn't known why she had come into the bar, or why she had continued to drink. All she really knew was that work sucked at the moment, and she wanted to forget, so she ordered yet another drink.
He entered the bar not sure what he would find. He just needed a drink, and fast. People were just so annoying, and wouldn't leave him alone. He walked towards the bar and took a seat across the bar from a blonde. She had quite a few empty glasses in front of her, but she was cute. The bartender came up, and he ordered a beer.
The blonde turned her head to look at the man. He was cute. God was ever he cute. She didn't want to look away, but she did, this wasn't the time or the place.
Both the blonde, and the man sat at the bar for some time, both equally liquored up. The woman began to stand finally figuring that it was time to return to her hotel.
As she walked out of the building she grabbed from behind and through up against a wall. She tried to get loose, but her struggling was in vain as the man had a good grip on her.
"Who sent you," The man said coldly.
She was too liquored up to respond, not that she would anyways. She knew better than to do so, especially in her profession.
"I said who sent you," The green eyed man screamed in her face as he pressed his arm against her throat.
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The man in the bar finished yet another beer as he stood and made his way to the door. He would have stayed, but the blonde no longer sat across from him, and he didn't really want to look at the hairy bartender all night.
He was walking down the street past a darkened alleyway, he wasn't wasted, but he sure as hell wasn't sober. He looks down and in the shadows can make out a large figure pushing a smaller one against the wall. Not liking what he saw the man entered the alley. As he approached the two he saw that the woman from the bar was the person slammed into the building.
"Let go of her," The man spoke not liking what he was seeing.
"And if I don't," The other man laughed.
"Then you can deal with me," He replied.
"Huh, Get lost man. This is between me, and the Lady," the green eyed man said as he turned back towards the woman.
"I warned you," the man from the bar responded as he sent his fist huddling into the other mans face.
This sent the green-eyed man backward. He tripped over a box, and hit his head on a nearby dumpster knocking him unconscious.
The Man looked down at the woman, she was struggling to breath. He bent down and gently gathered the woman in his arms as her breathing began to even out from the jagged deep breaths of before. He walked back to his hotel room and set her on the bed to sleep as he went to lie on the couch.
"Why'd you help me," The woman asked as she sat up in the bed.
"You should be resting," He responded as he got off the couch and went to her side.
"No one has ever helped me just to help me. They always wanted something," She replied.
"Well I don't," He said kindly as he stood to go back to the couch, "Get some rest."
"Wait," She said as she reached for his hand sending a jolt through both of them.
He turned to look at her. She looked so sweet so innocent. He sat down on the bed next to her, as they got lost in each other's eyes. Unsure of what to do next as he sat next to her, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Neither was sure what to expect when he kissed her back, but he did. As the kiss grew more passionate the wills of both people in the room dissipated as the need for the other grew.
She slowly leaned back onto the bed as he leaned over her slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt. He stopped and looked at her once more as he unbuttoned the last one. He knew they were both pretty intoxicated as they had spent the night in the same bar. He saw no question in her eyes, but didn't have enough time to make a move as she flipped them over, to straddle him as she took control of the evening.
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The ringing of her phone brought her from her slumber as she sent her hand roughly to search the floor for her phone as she lay on her stomach. She hadn't had time to get her room put together, so she was still on the mattress on the floor. As her hand finally found the phone she brought it to her face and looked at the caller id. As she did this she let out a muffled scream into her pillow.
"What," Courtney answered sleepily, yet one could hear the anger in her voice.
"Someone in a bad mood," The man on the other end asked.
"When someone wakes me up in the middle of a very good dream then yes I go from a good mood to a bad one, Kyle," Courtney said as she thought back to the dream.
"Ah yes, let me guess the hot sex with some unknown man dream," He said with a laugh, "I hadn't known you still dreamt about the night you got knocked up."
"Don't you even go there," Courtney said sternly, now completely awake, "You know not to bring it up, I don't like to think about it."
"Yeah, a night of hot passionate sex with some dreamy guy whose name you don't even know. Yeah, lets forget about that," Kyle said jokingly, "Not to mention that adorable little girl I cal my niece."
"Kyle drop it," Courtney said in frustration, "Why did you call."
"Change of subject. Damn, still that touchy for you to talk about," Kyle sarcastically responded.
"Kyle," Courtney warned.
"Ok, Ok," Kyle, said in defeat, "So I called to tell you I am taking off."
"What why," Courtney asked wondering what was going on.
"Look I stirred up a storm tonight, and it could stir up problems."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing you need to worry about. Just do what you do best and hurry up. Things with Alcazar could get messy."
"I need more info before I jump in head first," Courtney said.
"Yeah, and I think I got a lead," Kyle added, "So you get situated, and don't draw attention to yourself."
"Ok, Kyle," Courtney said as she yawned, "It's late and I need sleep. Night."
"Night Court, and behave," Kyle said as they both hung.
Courtney fell back in bed thinking about the phone call, but more so about the dream she had been having before hand. Why was she dreaming about that, about him? Who ever he was. He seemed so real, so close, but that was years ago, and in a different state. So then why was she thinking about that drunken night tonight after years of not thinking about it.
As she drifted back into sleep one thought popped into her head, and she didn't know why. All she could think of was how Jason's soft lips felt against her.
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