“So what?” he whispers, “At least I won’t die alone. If I have to die I’d rather do it with a beauty like you.”
His tone and his easy charm make him sound like a serial philanderer or a playboy. Leilani knows he’ll let her be killed too. She can feel her heartbeat pounding in her temple, and shudders away from the coldness of the gun’s muzzle. She knows she doesn’t have any choice.
“Ahhh,” she m.o.a.ns.
The sound lacks sincerity.
“Do you lack experience?” the man whispers, “I’m more than happy to help you for real if your imagination fails you.”
The man suppresses laughter as he teases her. In spite of the urgency of the situation, Leilani feels completely embarrassed.
“Who can fake the sounds of pleasure with a stranger? Especially when he has a gun to your temple?” Leilani thinks.
“Put your gun away,” Leilani hisses, “Let me do this free if you don’t want to get caught.”
The stall door is locked, and there’s nowhere for her to run. He lowers the gun without a moment of hesitation and releases his grasp on her harm. She suddenly turns around, pushes him against the wall and grabs the gun. With a steady hand, she points it at his heart.
She is surprised to see that the front of his shirt has been slit open with a knife. The torn fabric reveals a square of gauze, taped hastily near his heart. The gauze is stained red with fresh blood, and it looks like the wound is quite recent.
“M.o.a.n,” Leilani orders him.
“What?” he asks with an interested gaze.
“Make s.e.x noises,” Leilani says.
She looks at him ferociously and moves the gun closer to his heart.
“Sweetie, don’t you know that men m.o.a.n too?” she teases.
“So you’re not new to this,” the man flirts, “I wonder who’s the lucky guy.”
He is impressed by her good looks, but he’s surprised to find that she has a bright mind too.
“You really wanna hear me?” he asks in a low, seductive voice.
There is a mole at the corner of his eye. Leilani can’t help but stare at it—-it gives him a rakish air.
He suddenly lifts his head and a s.e.xy sound comes from his throat as if he can’t control himself any longer. The licentious sound makes Leilani’s ears go hot instantly.
“Are you blushing?” the man asks, “Not so experienced then, are you?”
He lowers his head and regards her with intrigued eyes.
“Stop talking nonsense,” Leilani hisses.
She pushes the gun into his chest with greater force. He raises both hands above his head in surrender but continues to m.o.a.n.
“That’s enough,” she hisses.
She doesn’t want to hear this man make s.e.x noises anymore.
“But I haven’t orgasmed yet,” the man protests, with a naughty look in his eyes.
Loud footsteps fill the restroom.
“Check them one by one,” orders a rough male voice.
Immediately, Leilani hears the sound of a stall door being kicked in. The partitions seem to shake with the force of the kick. Then the men move to the next stall. They move down the line until they’re next to the stall Leilani is in.
“Ohh,” Leilani says with a breathy m.o.a.n, “Don’t do that, you naughty man.”
The men searching the bathroom suddenly freeze.
“Uhh, boss, sounds like someone is getting busy in there,” says one man, “Do you want us to kick it in or not?”
“Ah,” Leilani m.o.a.ns again, “Waylen!”
“Waylen as in Waylen Bamford?” asks one of the men in a nervous voice.
Leilani can hear them grinding their teeth with indecision, but before she can make another sound, the leader makes up his mind.
“Let’s get out of here,” he commands.
The man in the stall still holds his hands above his head in surrender and Leilani keeps the gun leveled at his chest. They hold this position until the men’s footsteps get further and further away. Leilani takes a deep breath and the tension seems to drain from her body.
“Waylen Bamford?” the man asks with a low whistle.
He looks at Leilani with vague admiration and then he slowly begins to smirk.
“I never would have thought of his name as a s.e.xy noise, but it seems to have worked,” he says.
Leilani examines the gun and realizes it’s empty—there aren’t any bullets at all. “No wonder this man managed to keep his cool when I pointed it at him,” she thinks.
“I’m Andrew Clifford,” the man says.
Leilani looks up confusedly and sees that Andrew has lowered his arms and casually put his hands in his pocket.
“Maybe next time you can scream my name if you’re in trouble,” he says with a mischievous look.
“I doubt a man like you will be much help,” Leilani retorts, “You seem to have a lot of enemies but little sense—your gun isn’t even loaded.”
Leilani presses the gun to his chest, intentionally putting pressure on the wound near his heart. He winces slightly and a gasp of breath escapes his lips. Still, he reaches out to take the gun.
“Weren’t you afraid of me?” he asks her.
An ordinary woman would be scared of a man who pulled her into a bathroom stall; especially a man with a gun suffering from a knife wound.
“Well sure,” Leilani answers, “But what choice did I have?”
She steps away from him and turns to open the stall door but block her.
“I’m one of the good guys,” he says with a grin.
“What kind of a man says that while blocking a woman’s exit?” she thinks.
Leilani frowns and rolls her eyes at him. Suddenly Andrew seems to realize the discrepancy between his words and his actions and he steps away from the door.
“Do you remember my name?” he asks.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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