Maybe he would turn to poetry or something a little less violent now that he had to give up hockey.
***
Abby woke up late the next morning. She rolled over and squinted against the sunlight, trying to read the display on her alarm clock. She wasn’t surprised to see that it was already one and that she’d slept almost twelve hours, but she groaned anyway. She’d wanted to wake up a bit earlier and hit the gym this morning.
“Oh well,” she said aloud, rolling out of bed and slipping her feet into her slippers.
She decided a bath was in order, followed by a light brunch.
Abby grabbed her phone, surprised to see that there were several voicemail messages.
“Please don’t let Trevor turn out to be a crazy stalker.”
She had to laugh at herself. Here she was worried about Trevor being crazy when she was talking out loud to herself in an empty house. Oh well. The calls could wait, she was taking a bath whether her date still stood or not.
The battery was almost dead from all the calls, and she had forgotten to charge it the night before. She plugged it in and turned off the ringer. Selecting a well-worn book off the shelf, she shed her clothes as she headed to the bathroom.
The steamy bubbles enveloped her, sliding over her chocolate skin when she slid down into the water. She leaned back against the bath pillow, settling in for a long soak and a good read.
She didn’t get out until the water was too icy to stand and her stomach was rumbling. Wrapping the robe around herself, she went down the hall to the kitchen to grab a snack before she started getting ready.
Her house phone rang and she jumped. How long had it been since the last time someone had called that number? She couldn’t remember since she used her cellphone almost exclusively.
She picked it up, surprised to hear Ms. Carpenter on the other end.
“Abby?”
“Yes? What’s wrong?”
“Have you gotten any calls?”
“I did, but I haven’t checked my voicemails. Why?”
“Jim was here about an hour ago, drunk off his ass and ranting and raving about calling you but you were too good to answer. He left before the police got here. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“Hold on, let me get my cell.”
Abby set the phone down and raced down the hall. She turned the speaker phone on, dialing voicemail and starting the messages before she made it back to the phone.
Jim’s voice, slurred and angry, came through the line.
“You’re going to pay for what you did to me, you little bitch!”
Abby hit save and moved to the next. Message after message was the same. She held the house phone up so Ms. Carpenter could listen to a few. Her stomach twisted in a knot as she listened.
“Abby, I’m going to need you to make a police report about those calls.”
“Okay. What do I do?”
“Just call the police, they’ll send someone.”
Abby looked at the clock. It was only three. With any luck, the cops would be in and out before Trevor arrived for their date.
“Okay, I will. Thank you for letting me know. Do you think he’s serious? I’m mean, he’s an ass, but I don’t think he’d hurt me, do you?”
“I don’t, Abby, but the person who filed against him before changed her story almost overnight and then transferred immediately. I can’t imagine that was because Jim was nice to her. I’m sure he threatened her. Whether the threat was empty or not is anyone’s guess. Just be careful. You’re not alone tonight are you?”
“I’m not. I have a date and he’s coming here to pick me up in a few hours.”
“Good. Maybe you should spend the night at his place.”
Abby laughed.
“Not a chance. I’m not that kind of girl. My address is unlisted. I’m fine and safe. Thank you for checking on me.”
“Stay safe and be careful.”
She hung up in Abby’s ear and Abby dialed the police. Better to get this over with now than have to deal with it later. She had a date with Trevor and Jim was not going to derail her plans.
If he thought Abby could be easily bullied, he had another think coming.
*****
The police officers were walking out the door when Trevor pulled up. He was half an hour early. One of the cops looked at Trevor and looked to Abby before he let Trevor pass.
“He’s here for me, I’m expecting him.”
She waved at Trevor, smiling broadly and pretending that nothing was wrong. A few of her neighbors on the second floor above the courtyard looked down on the scene but no one said a word.
Trevor walked to her front door, a single rose in his hand.
“What was that all about?”
“Trouble with a coworker.”
“Anything serious?”
“No. He harassed me at work and I turned him in.”
“Because you’re black?”
“No, because I’m a woman with an ass and he wanted to touch it.”
“We all want to touch it, but you have to ask nicely first.”
Abby burst out laughing. The look on Trevor’s face was priceless, and she knew he was only half joking.
“There’s that smile I was waiting to see.”
“You’re going to have to come in. You’re early and I’m running behind.”
Trevor followed her into the apartment, rummaging through her kitchen cabinets for a small vase to put the flower in.
He checked the soil on the orchid, splashing a bit of water onto it and drying his hands on a dish towel.
“Are you good with plants?” Abby asked.
“I am. My grandma used to make me help her in the garden when I was little.”
“That’s good. I can keep people alive, but I can kill a plant in record time. I’ll be sad to see the orchids go. No one has ever given me a potted plant before. I love how the pot looks like a vase.”
“The secret to orchids is not to drown them. They don’t like a lot of fussing.”
“They’ll probably live then. I have to change, make yourself at home in the living room. I’ll be just a minute.”
“Or you could go like that.”
“No. I have something better in mind.”
“Suit yourself.”
Trevor settled into the recliner and closed his eyes. He knew women, and he knew it wouldn’t be ‘just a minute’. He was in no hurry. As long as he was where Abby was, he was right where he belonged.
***
Abby and Trevor sat side by side in the booth, plates empty and night nearly to a close.
“Would you care for dessert?” the waiter asked while the busboy discreetly whisked away their dinner plates.
“Dessert sounds good,” Abby said. “I’ll have the crème brûlée.”
“I’ll have the same.”
Trevor smiled at the waiter and handed the dessert menu to him. The man turned and left, leaving Abby and Trevor in the quiet corner of the restaurant.
Trevor’s hand found Abby’s, threading his fingers through hers and resting his hand on her leg.
“Smooth, Trevor. Now I know why you wanted to sit next to me instead of across from me.”
“That’s not why,” he said.
He turned his head, leaning over until his lips were nearly touching her ear. His breath was hot on her ear and neck, sending shivers of anticipation up and down her spine.
“This is why I wanted to sit next to you. So I could be close to you without touching you.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m enjoying teasing you without anyone knowing. I like the way your nostrils flare when my leg presses against yours.”
He reached out, grabbing his water glass and taking a slow sip.
“Or the way you accidently rubbed your forearm across my chest just now.”
“It was no accident.”
His expression was smug. Abby had to laugh.
“You are something else, Trevor Mile
s.”
Her hazel eyes caught his bright blue ones, her laugh growing silent in an instant. The air felt electrified, the dim lighting giving the illusion that they were practically alone in the tiny restaurant. Abby leaned in, lips parting. Trevor lightly grazed her lips with his, giving her the lightest of kisses.
She leaned into him but he leaned back, escaping her advances but never releasing her hand.
“If I give it all away up front, you’ll have nothing to look forward to later,” Trevor said.
Abby elbowed him lightly.
“Please. I can have you anytime, anywhere.”
It was Trevor’s turn to laugh. He didn’t even bother denying it.
“You’re right. I couldn’t say no to you.”
He released her hand, fingers deftly traipsing over her leg and towards her knee. Blue eyes bore into her, igniting her very soul. Her soft dress slid up when his hand dipped under the fabric. He drew tiny hearts on her bare skin, raising goosebumps on her dark skin.
He didn’t stop moving his hand, tracing his fingers up and down her leg, pushing the dress up a tiny bit more each time.
“So what is Abby short for?” he asked, carrying on a mundane conversation as if he wasn’t driving her mad beneath the table.
“Abbryana.”
“Abbryana,” he said, trying her name out several times before he stopped. “That’s quite melodic. Very pretty, just like you.”
“Thank you.”
He squeezed her thigh. She squirmed slightly. Somehow he’d moved within a few inches of her core without her noticing. But her body had noticed. She was hot and starting to become aroused.
Trevor nuzzled her neck, mouth against her ear again.
“Your nipples are hard,” he whispered.
Abby didn’t have to look down to know he was telling the truth.
She was visibly relieved when their dessert arrived. She needed a distraction. If Trevor kept this up, she might break her three date rule and ravish him on the doorstep of her apartment.
Or in the parking lot of this very restaurant. Either was possible.
Trevor kept one hand under the table, expertly teasing her while he ate his dessert and sipped his water.
They talked easily, though Abby struggled to hold onto her train of thought.
She was almost sad when the waiter brought their check and it was time to leave. She needed to go home, to get to somewhere where she could think clearly, but she didn’t want to say goodnight to Trevor.
He led her to the car, opening her door her and kissing her while she buckled herself in.
“I don’t want to take you home yet.”
“I know, but it’s late.”
Trevor pulled away, looking into her eyes.
“Can I see you tomorrow?”
“You’re seeing me right now,” she said, though a thrill of excitement shot through her.
“I don’t mean for dinner. I mean I want to spend the day with you. Maybe see a movie.”
“I don’t know if I can handle sitting beside you in a dark theater. I’ve seen what you’re capable of in the light, I can’t imagine you behave any better in the dark.”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
*****
He got into the car and put it into gear, driving with his left hand so he could hold her hand in his right. He took his time weaving through the snowy streets, but he was on her street too soon.
He pulled up in front of her apartment, getting out to help her out of the passenger seat.
“I had a good time,” she said, letting him walk her to her door.
He held her close, one arm around her as they walked.
“So, about tomorrow.”
“Of course.”
“What time?”
“Just text me.”
“Sounds good.”
They were on her doorstep.
“Can I walk you in, make sure everything is okay?”
“No.”
“That was abrupt,” he laughed.
“I’m still a little hot and bothered from dinner. Some other time...” her voice trailed off for a moment. “Soon.”
“Fair enough. Sleep tight.”
He walked away and got into his car as Abby shoved her key in the lock and opened the door. She waved to him as she stepped in, watching him pull away from the curb.
She pulled the door closed behind her and walked halfway across the living room in the dark when she realized something was wrong. Suddenly frightened, she rushed to the hall and turned on the light.
He sat in the recliner, between her and the door. His face was mottled red and angry.
“You bitch. How dare you?”
“Jim. What the hell are you doing here?”
“Where am I supposed to go? I can’t go to work because of your lies, and I have nothing better to do. So I thought I’d come visit my woman.”
“I’m not your woman,” Abby said, eyeing the distance between herself and the phone in the kitchen.
“Don’t bother. I cut the line.”
He stood, walking towards her slowly but staying between her and the door.
“You can run if you like. I like a good chase. But you won’t get away from me, and no one will hear.”
He pulled a small white square out of a baggy in his pocket.
“Chloroform. So archaic yet so effective.”
“Jim, don’t, please.”
“Jim, don’t, please,” he mocked in a high-pitched voice.
“Jim, think about it first, please. It doesn’t have to be this way.”
He reached into his other pocket, pulling out a tiny switch blade and pushing the spring.
“You’re right. It doesn’t have to be this way. But you should have thought of that first before you screwed up my life.”
He lunged at her and Abby ran, heading for the bathroom and the only door in the house that locked.
***
Trevor pulled away from the curb and went around the corner before he stopped. He didn’t know what was wrong at first, so he looked around in the car, wondering if she’d left something in her seat.
There was nothing.
Still, Trevor couldn’t leave, a nagging at the back of his mind telling him to turn around and go back.
He was horny, there was no question of that, but this wasn’t the same. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it wasn’t about the tension they’d spent the night building, or the fact that he longed to hold Abby in his arms all night and never let her go.
Something was wrong.
Trevor flipped the car around, pulling back into guest parking and getting out of his car. Maybe he would look like a fool, but he wanted to make sure Abby was okay. Even if she laughed at him.
He jogged over to her door and a raised his hand to knock. The door was slightly ajar, pushing open slowly when his knuckles made contact.
A door slammed on the other side of the apartment and a large thud that sounded like a body hitting the outside of a locked door echoed through the apartment.
He was stepping into the dark apartment when Abby’s scream made his blood run cold.
Trevor raced into the hallway and saw the man almost immediately. He was shorter than Trevor, he had graying hair at his temples and was soft around the middle. He swayed unsteadily on his feet, obviously very drunk.
Trevor’s eyes locked on the knife in the man’s hand and his rage bubbled. Not only was this man in Abby’s home, but he had a knife and he’d chased her into the bathroom.
He pounded on the door, screaming for Abby to let him in. Quietly, Trevor moved down the hallway, shocked that the drunk man hadn’t seen him yet.
Trevor was a few feet away when the man finally noticed him.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked, slurred speech nearly unintelligible.
“Put the knife down now!”
The man looked down at his hand, shocked to see the knife in his hand.
“I wasn’t going to
hurt her, but she has to learn. Wait,” the man squinted. “Are you the jerk that sent her flowers?”
“Yes I am.”
Jim roared and lunged at Trevor. Trevor took him down to the ground effortlessly, pinning the man to the ground face down and twisting his arm behind his back. Trevor used one hand to throw the knife across the hall then held the man firmly pinned beneath him.
“Abby, stay in there and call the police.”
“I already did,” she called through the door.
The police came in record time, spilling into the tiny apartment and yanking Trevor off Jim before they realized their mistake.
Jim screamed and cursed as they carried him out, cuffed and shackled.
“She’ll need to come to the station and file a report,” one cop told Trevor, looking at the locked bathroom door, “she is lucky you got here when you did. This man is wanted out in Nevada for stabbing a girlfriend multiple times. He’s bad news.”
Trevor shook the cop’s hand, thanking him for his service and closing the door behind him. He returned to the hallway just as Abby unlocked the door. She flung herself into his arms and buried her face in his chest.
“Thank God you came back. You saved my life!”
Trevor held her in his arms, anger filling him as her tiny body trembled against him. She’d been terrified and alone, and he’d only gotten there just in time. What if he’d been too late?
He didn’t want to think about what would have happened to her.
*****
It was almost two in the morning when Abby finally let herself into the apartment, Trevor right beside her.
“Do you want me to check everything out before you walk back in?”
“I know it’s silly. Jim is in jail and will be until Monday. But yes, please. I won’t be able to sleep wondering if someone is going to jump out of the shadows at me.”
“It’s not silly. You’ve had a rough night and you’re shaken. That’s human. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling a little shaken myself.”
“Are you?”
She followed behind him as he turned on the lights, keeping a few steps behind him. Just in case.
“Of course. You have no idea what it’s like to see the woman you love in danger like that.”
“The woman you love? Don’t you think that’s a little fast?”
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