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.“I have to be somewhere at 6pm tonight.No excuses, I have never missed these.appointments.” I tell him sternly.He looks relieved and nods once.“Again, you have my word.” He holds out his hand for me to take it, I look away from his open palm.“I just want to keep you steady on your feet Coral.” I look up and see his eyes are sincere, his words a heartbeat away from making me fall.deeply.Shit!“Come to the car with me?” He’s asking? “I really want your help today,” he adds, sounding nervous.“Ok.” I croak feeling nervous too, and place my hand in his.The moment I do, I feel like there’s a firework display going off inside me, one boom after the other; my body starts to tingle all over.Whoa.so many sensations? His fingers slowly entwine themselves with mine.His grip is firm, but gentle.I swallow hard and look up at him.“Shall we?” He asks, his thumb gently circling my hand, calming me, relaxing me.“Yes.” I manage to whisper, even though I’m feeling completely overwhelmed, on every level.Emotionally, mentally, physically, metaphorically, and at the same time, I feel really confused – I don't know this man, yet, the feel of my hand in his feels like home.Oh god, what am I doing?Enjoying CORAL? – Buy The Next Book In The Series, CORAL - Fallen Now By Clicking This Link – http://amzn.to/1BDVY5KCHAPTER ELEVENWE TURN AROUND AND START WALKING AT A GENTLE PACE.Tristan is glancing at me every now and then from the corner of his eye.I try to fathom it, to work out why I suddenly feel so peaceful, so relaxed, I’ve never felt like this before.I frown deeply as I try to understand it – I am walking with a man I hardly know, my hand in his, and I’m not scared - by some god damn miracle I’m not afraid of him; at all.Tristan looks down at me and gently squeezes my hand, my heart flutters madly in response.I am astonished that I am feeling ok, no panic attack, no fight or flight reaction.I fight back the urge to cry in relief.We turn left and walk down the concrete steps to the underground car park, its dark, but a welcome relief from the heat of the sun; down here it’s cool, comfortable.Tristan takes out his mobile and makes a call.“We’re here.” He says and hangs up.Who was he calling?I look up at him from the corner of my eye.Then Tristan stops walking and keeping hold of my hand, he turns to face me.“Ok?” He softly asks giving my hand a gentle squeeze.I nod silently my eyes perusing the car park for any would be attackers, as I always do.“I saw you in the Gym last night,” he says.“Self defence?” I knew I had seen him.I instantly remember the reason for my aching ribs.“Coral? Is it to keep fit, or to learn how to protect yourself?” He asks looking concerned.I decide not to answer, he already knows too much.“You’re safe with me Coral.” He whispers, his expression is so profound I feel my legs start shaking.How did he know what I was thinking?“I know.” I whisper.Because I know it’s true, that I am safe with him, but at the same time I know I shouldn’t say that.This cannot happen; I’m not good for him.“I mean it.” He states more firmly.“I’ll protect you, no matter what.” He smiles down at me, his eyes glowing with sincerity.I look up into his wide, sincere eyes – I can only see truth.I swallow hard against the lump that’s formed, and try to make my lips smile back at him.I hear male voices heading into the car park, and from all the swearing and bantering, I’d say they’re roughnecks, exactly the kind of guys I avoid like the plague.Tristan cocks his head to the side, noticing my reaction and turns around to watch them.I see them enter from the far right corner, and take a small step behind Tristan, keeping hold of his hand.They look like builders, construction workers, I'm not sure which as they are both dressed in combat shorts and boots, their torsos are bare and very tanned – I guess that’s all the good weather we are having – and are holding what looks like an early lunch, or late breakfast depending on how you look at it.They both notice me as they walk towards their vehicle, I can tell they’re dying to say something but with Tristan stood next to me I guess it changes things, but I still feel nervous.I have no social skills when it comes to dealing with men like that – I just clam up.I squeeze Tristan’s hand and he gently squeezes me back, it’s as though he’s silently telling me not to worry.They head straight past without a word, a wolf whistle, or some derogatory remark.I am astonished and gleeful at the same time – God that felt good!I have never been able to walk past a building site without something being shouted at me, it’s not nice, especially for someone like me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“I have to be somewhere at 6pm tonight.No excuses, I have never missed these.appointments.” I tell him sternly.He looks relieved and nods once.“Again, you have my word.” He holds out his hand for me to take it, I look away from his open palm.“I just want to keep you steady on your feet Coral.” I look up and see his eyes are sincere, his words a heartbeat away from making me fall.deeply.Shit!“Come to the car with me?” He’s asking? “I really want your help today,” he adds, sounding nervous.“Ok.” I croak feeling nervous too, and place my hand in his.The moment I do, I feel like there’s a firework display going off inside me, one boom after the other; my body starts to tingle all over.Whoa.so many sensations? His fingers slowly entwine themselves with mine.His grip is firm, but gentle.I swallow hard and look up at him.“Shall we?” He asks, his thumb gently circling my hand, calming me, relaxing me.“Yes.” I manage to whisper, even though I’m feeling completely overwhelmed, on every level.Emotionally, mentally, physically, metaphorically, and at the same time, I feel really confused – I don't know this man, yet, the feel of my hand in his feels like home.Oh god, what am I doing?Enjoying CORAL? – Buy The Next Book In The Series, CORAL - Fallen Now By Clicking This Link – http://amzn.to/1BDVY5KCHAPTER ELEVENWE TURN AROUND AND START WALKING AT A GENTLE PACE.Tristan is glancing at me every now and then from the corner of his eye.I try to fathom it, to work out why I suddenly feel so peaceful, so relaxed, I’ve never felt like this before.I frown deeply as I try to understand it – I am walking with a man I hardly know, my hand in his, and I’m not scared - by some god damn miracle I’m not afraid of him; at all.Tristan looks down at me and gently squeezes my hand, my heart flutters madly in response.I am astonished that I am feeling ok, no panic attack, no fight or flight reaction.I fight back the urge to cry in relief.We turn left and walk down the concrete steps to the underground car park, its dark, but a welcome relief from the heat of the sun; down here it’s cool, comfortable.Tristan takes out his mobile and makes a call.“We’re here.” He says and hangs up.Who was he calling?I look up at him from the corner of my eye.Then Tristan stops walking and keeping hold of my hand, he turns to face me.“Ok?” He softly asks giving my hand a gentle squeeze.I nod silently my eyes perusing the car park for any would be attackers, as I always do.“I saw you in the Gym last night,” he says.“Self defence?” I knew I had seen him.I instantly remember the reason for my aching ribs.“Coral? Is it to keep fit, or to learn how to protect yourself?” He asks looking concerned.I decide not to answer, he already knows too much.“You’re safe with me Coral.” He whispers, his expression is so profound I feel my legs start shaking.How did he know what I was thinking?“I know.” I whisper.Because I know it’s true, that I am safe with him, but at the same time I know I shouldn’t say that.This cannot happen; I’m not good for him.“I mean it.” He states more firmly.“I’ll protect you, no matter what.” He smiles down at me, his eyes glowing with sincerity.I look up into his wide, sincere eyes – I can only see truth.I swallow hard against the lump that’s formed, and try to make my lips smile back at him.I hear male voices heading into the car park, and from all the swearing and bantering, I’d say they’re roughnecks, exactly the kind of guys I avoid like the plague.Tristan cocks his head to the side, noticing my reaction and turns around to watch them.I see them enter from the far right corner, and take a small step behind Tristan, keeping hold of his hand.They look like builders, construction workers, I'm not sure which as they are both dressed in combat shorts and boots, their torsos are bare and very tanned – I guess that’s all the good weather we are having – and are holding what looks like an early lunch, or late breakfast depending on how you look at it.They both notice me as they walk towards their vehicle, I can tell they’re dying to say something but with Tristan stood next to me I guess it changes things, but I still feel nervous.I have no social skills when it comes to dealing with men like that – I just clam up.I squeeze Tristan’s hand and he gently squeezes me back, it’s as though he’s silently telling me not to worry.They head straight past without a word, a wolf whistle, or some derogatory remark.I am astonished and gleeful at the same time – God that felt good!I have never been able to walk past a building site without something being shouted at me, it’s not nice, especially for someone like me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]