“I want to go wash up before I eat.” She washed at a gas station daily but still felt grimy.
Gavin grabbed her hand and led her to the woman’s washroom. “I’ll be right here when you come out,” he said, crossing his arms across his massive chest and leaning against the wall across from the washroom door.
Gavin thought about Shelby while he was waiting, what her mouth would feel like on his cock, how she would look restrained in his playroom. He could picture his shiny screw clamps on her nipples. Her breasts weren’t huge from what he could tell under her jacket, but he could tell they would fill his hands and mouth nicely. Yes, he wanted those breasts with his mouth. He was sure she was an anal virgin. Oh, what a pleasure it would be breaking her in. She probably didn’t know about BDSM either, but he wouldn’t mind training her. How long have I been standing there? What did women do in the washroom for all that time?
Shelby was glad she had her purse with her she could brush her teeth and hair. She didn’t like wearing makeup and washed her face, calling it good. Looking longingly at the showers and wishing she had the money for one, she turned to go. Several women came out of the stalls, all apparently drunk, and one stumbled into her, knocking her off her feet and sending her crashing to the floor, which caused the contents of her purse to scatter.
The woman dropped to her knees. “Oh I’m sorry, honey. Let me help you,” she said and started gathering Shelby’s things.
“Hey, Yolanda, weren’t you looking for a wallet like this,” one of the other women called out and tossed the wallet to the kneeling woman.
Yolanda caught it in the air and giggled. “Exactly what I wanted. Thank you, Sally.” She put the wallet in the pocket of her jeans.
“No, you can’t. Let me take my stuff out.” The wallet had all of Shelby’s identification and her last five dollars in it. Shelby grabbed for the woman, but she just moved out of the way laughing. “Please, at least give me my identification,” Shelby begged.
“This is my wallet. You ain’t got anything in it, bitch.”
Shelby tried to grab the woman a couple more times, only to just miss her and be taunted more. Finally giving up she sat back on her heels and started crying. How much worse could her life get? Just as she was giving up, Gavin walked in.
Quickly accessing the situation, he grabbed Yolanda by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Looking at Shelby he asked, “What did she do, baby?”
When he called her baby, a shiver ran down her back, and she felt a tingle down to her girly parts. Taking a calming breath, Shelby quickly told him, then started rounding up the contents of her purse. She grabbed her hairbrush from Sally, who was using it, and threw it in the trash with disgust. When Sally went to retrieve it, Gavin just stared at her until the woman backed up in the corner. He took Shelby’s hand and gave back her stolen wallet.
“Make sure everything is there,” he commanded.
Shelby quickly checked, then nodded. Gavin grabbed her purse off the floor and handed it to her. Putting one arm around her waist, he turned to the two women. “Next time, jail.”
Then turning Shelby, he walked her out of the room and back to their table, where their food was waiting. Shelby was still shaking as they sat, unsure if it was from her altercation or Gavin’s touch. She ate as much as she could before pushing the plates toward him. She wished she could take the leftovers to have to eat tomorrow but didn’t say anything.
Gavin noticed her eying the food and had the waitress box it. He could tell she wanted it. If he had his way, they would be at his house tomorrow, but doing this would make her feel more secure. Gavin decided he needed to know more about what was going on in her life.
“So Shelby, tell me how you got in this situation.”
Shelby wished she were brave enough to grasp his hands, but she wasn’t. She took a deep breath and told him her story. “And if my car breaks down, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She ended with a sob.
Gavin wanted reach across the table and pull her into his arms but knew it was too soon. Settling for taking one of her hands in his, he smiled and tried to reassure her that everything would work out and she was going through a bad spell. He made a decision.
“I’m going to have your car towed to my house. A friend of mine, Mike O’Brien, is good with cars, and I’ll have him come look at it tomorrow. In the meantime, you can stay with me. I have a three-bedroom house, and you can have your own room and bathroom. Let’s get the stuff out of your car and head home.”
Shelby wasn’t sure it was good idea to stay with him, but she didn’t have any better ones. Maybe she could find some way to pay him back. She wasn’t even going to think about her car. She needed it to find work and if he could get the car running then she would be able to find a job. She’d worry about the rest of it later.
While Shelby had been thinking, Gavin called to have her car towed. He was now standing at her side of the booth reaching for her hand. She put her small hand in his larger one and let him pull her up. As she stood, he jerked her upward, and she ended up falling against him. Landing on his rock hard chest, Shelby put one hand up to push herself away only to find it trapped by his. She looked up into his eyes and was sure he was going to kiss her. At the last minute, he pulled away.
She was disappointed. Maybe he didn’t like her that way. Freeing her hand, she pushed away, mumbling, “Sorry.”
Gavin smiled down at her, grabbed her hand again, and pulled her toward the door. “Let’s take care of your car. The tow truck will be here soon.”
>
They walked out to Shelby’s car, and she opened the trunk to start transferring things to Gavin’s police car. She grabbed a box of clothes and turned. Gavin was standing there waiting. She also saw the women from the bathroom watching and was glad she was with Gavin.
Gavin looked over his shoulder to see what she was looking at. “Let’s get all this, and then we’ll wait in my car until the tow truck gets here.” He gave the watchers a look, which had them taking a step back.
Gavin took the next load to his cruiser as he glanced nervously over his shoulder. The women had been joined by several men and were starting to get loud. Walking up to Shelby, he slammed the trunk of her car shut and checked to make sure all her doors were locked.
“Go get in my car and stay there regardless of what you see or hear.”
Shelby looked and saw the crowd that had formed and quickly hurried to get in the front seat of the car. Looking for the lock on the door, she was relieved to hear them click shut. Gavin must have had a remote. Turning so she could see what was going on, she saw Gavin walking toward the crowd with one hand on his gun and the other on the radio. Suddenly the radio clicked on, and Gavin’s voice came through the speakers.