My mind couldn’t help but go back to when I first noticed Deborah piling her arms with hangers. I wasn’t paying attention to the hangers though, it was her curves that caught my attention. It wasn’t like me to not take what I wanted when I found a woman I desired, but once I got closer I could tell she was different.
Maybe it was her clothes. They were well made yet obviously her own design. Clothing didn’t normally fit a big girl so well. The way her pants hugged her bottom, the soft sheen of the fabric highlighted her curves. Or that blouse…at once showing a little too much cleavage but leaving me wanting so much more.#p#分页标题#e#
Unsure if she would recognize me, I avoided her at first by busying myself by the new suits. It annoyed me beyond belief that people knew me while I didn’t know them. I valued my privacy but being the sole heir to the King family fortune made it impossible to find someone who didn’t approach me with dollar signs in their eyes. At least it was until today.
Finally giving in to the urge to be closer to her, I approached. What I saw in her sweet brown eyes wasn’t recognition though, it was something else. Maybe the same desire I felt for her.
“Sir, will you be heading out tonight?” Stewart’s voice came over the speaker system, disturbing my thoughts.
“No, I’ll be working tonight. Take the night off.”
“Thank you sir, but I have other matters to attend to at the residence. You know I never take off. Your security is of utmost importance.”
“You don’t have to be so formal all the time. You practically raised me,” I reminded him.
“Practically and reality are two very different things. You didn’t need me, your parents did a fine job before—”
“Just drive,” I barked angrily at him. “Every day is enough of a reminder of before.”
Hearing the speaker quietly shut off, I gazed out the window again. The view changed from tall skyscrapers to low buildings surrounded by grass and trees.
It was the same view as always. None of it different than years ago. A view I hated and looked forward to at the same time. I couldn’t help it. I was a creature of habit. Certainly the only reason I still lived where I grew up was more out of habit than anything. Although the home was private. And safe.
I valued those two things above all. Knowing first hand the cost of familiarity, I locked myself away from the public most of the time. Usually a trip into the city would last me quite a while, but this time I was already thinking about returning to Hargrove’s.
“Sir? Forgive my intrusion,” Stewart said as he rolled down the divider again.
“What is it? And stop with the sir bullshit. You know I can’t stand it.”
“You know you can call the store for her schedule.”
Stewart looked at me through the rear view mirror, his face stoic as always. Reaching for the button, I stopped before clicking to gain my privacy again.
“Thank you, Stewart. It’s not everyday I get advice on stalking innocent women.”
“You are the expert…sir,” he said. I could tell by the tone of his voice he was reminding me who he thought was really in charge.
The limo jolted forward as Stewart slammed on the brakes. A small red coupe cut us off, forcing us to slow. Stewart attempted to get around the slow moving car by moving into another lane, but trucks on either lane beside us wouldn’t let us out of our lane.
The trucks picked up speed and blocked us in behind the red car. Stewart turned to look at me, concern covered his face briefly before changing to an emptiness I had first seen more than twenty-five years ago.
“Will, whatever happens stay in the car.”
“What’s going on?” I asked sternly.
He began raising the divider and I hit the button on my side trying to stop it but it was useless. The limo jerked to the side as one of the trucks careened into us. The other truck moved over and I realized they were forcing our vehicle wherever they wanted.
Pushing us off the highway, they maneuvered us onto a dirt emergency access road. The trucks allowed us more space and I wondered why Stewart didn’t just slam on his brakes to escape. Turning around I got my answer.
A silver sedan close behind us had two muscle heads with Aviator sunglasses on. They looked like they meant business. As we drove further down the road, with clouds of dust flying everywhere, the two trucks that were alongside the limo veered off, leaving us with only the small red car and their cohorts behind us.
Suddenly the limo jerked and spun as Stewart slammed on the brakes. Knocked to the side, I scrambled as I heard a quick series of loud pops. The limo stopped, now facing where we came from. As I reached to open the door, a smallish man in a leather motorcycle jacket leapt from the red coupe and rolled on the road before his car bursts into flames.