Drug Lord

“They just wanted silver,” she said softly. “I grew up in DC. I can take care of myself.”

“They wanted your wallet, and they wouldn’t have hesitated to hurt you. You’re not used to the rules here. It’s not safe for a young woman to be alone at night.”

Her back straightened a little.

“I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

“Hm.” I didn’t say anything else.

She didn’t seem to be badly hurt.

“Let me get you one of my shirts, something sleeveless so that nothing brushes your bruises.”

“Okay.”

I quickly left the bathroom and ran up the stairs to grab a shirt. I took one of my softest undershirts out of its package. I should’ve had my housekeeper unpack it when I ordered it, but I’d been too lazy.

I brought down the undershirt to her and she put it on. What fit my torso was very long on her. She was much smaller than I was. She looked very good in my clothing.

“Do you feel okay?”

She nodded.

“Just tired.”

“You can come upstairs and stay in my guest bedroom. I can check on you every hour.”

“Sounds good.”

She yawned.

We walked up the stairs, and I couldn’t stop myself from checking out the slow sway of her hips as she went up them.

I mentally kicked myself for checking her out. She was hurt. I should be focusing on making sure that she didn’t have a real concussion.

I opened the door to the guest room that was closest to mine.

“I’ll come by and check on you, okay? I’ll set a timer to wake me up every few hours.”

She yawned and leaned against the wall.

“Sure.”

She walked slowly into her room and closed the door.

I went to my own bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothing. I set an alarm on my phone to wake me up in two hours.

First Morning

Naelle

I rolled over, my mouth dry and my head pounding. A combination of being woken up frequently during the night and a small hangover made for a pretty bad morning.

I sniffed. Was that bacon?

Before I could even get out of bed, I heard the clatter of a plate on a tray.

There was a knock on my door.