Repo (The Henchmen MC 4)

As I was looking around with curious eyes, the door to the hall opened and in walked Repo with a tray in his hands. His eyes landed on me and he gave me a tight smile as he skirted around the bed and put the tray down near my shoulders as he sat down by my hip. His hand moved out, pressing into my sweaty forehead and I wanted to swat him away, but my arms were trapped under the blankets and it was too cold to pull them out. "Heya honey," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Still burning up. Open," he said, reaching for two pills off the tray along with the glass of orange juice and bringing them to my lips. "Come on, Maze," he begged quietly, tiredly, as if maybe not-so-conscious me had been giving him trouble. I opened my mouth and the pills slipped inside as his hand went behind my neck to angle my head up so he could bring the juice to my lips. Swallowing felt awful, but I knew better than to try to refuse medicine that might help. "How ya feeling?"

I made a whimpering sound as he placed the glass back on the tray and pulled out a thermometer. "Open up," he demanded, slipping it beneath my tongue and I closed my mouth around it. "You've been sleeping for almost sixteen hours," he told me as we listened to the thermometer bleep out the passing seconds. I felt my eyes bug and he shook his head. "Relax. Reign was in here. He's not mad you're out of commission for a while," he said, pulling out the thermometer and cursing. "Fuck," he growled, tossing it on the tray and suddenly reaching for the comforter and ripping it off me.

"Cold," I cried out, trying to grab it and cover myself up again with achy arms.

"I know honey," he said, reaching for me and hauling me off the bed against his chest. He stood, taking me with him, as he went into the bathroom. He turned on the light with his shoulder, revealing an average-sized bathroom that boasted a simple vanity, the shower stall I had mentioned earlier, the pre-requisite toilet, and a soaking tub. Before I could even ask what he was doing, he sat down on the bath platform, reached out to turn on the water, then sat me beside him. His hands went to the hem of my tee and before I could register his intention, he pulled it up and off me. My mind may have been a little sluggish, but I was present enough to squeal and reach up to cover my bra. "Sorry, Maze. No room for modesty. We need to get this fever down," he said, his hands going to my button and zip and making short work of them.

"Repo..." I said, my head shaking at him as I felt a mortified blush creep up on my cheeks. Not only was it bad enough that I was being stripped by my boss, but I had on a hideous cream-colored bra and my panties totally had little red and pink hearts all over them.

Seeing the blush, his face softened as he stood, kicking off his shoes, reaching for his shirt and discarding it. "Let's even it up then, yeah?" he asked as he went for his button and zip, then stepped out of his pant legs, leaving him in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. He leaned down, his arm going around my back and picking me up a couple inches so he could drag my pants down. My breath caught at the contact, my eyes going to his face as the flip-flop feeling moved through my belly. Hearing my indrawn breath, his eyes found mine as his fingers dragged the material down my thighs. He took a deep, slow breath and looked deliberately away.

The next thing I knew, I was in the tub, Repo holding me down as I fought to get back out of the too-hot water.

"I know," he said as one of his arms crushed into my hipbones and the other pressed in hard to my ribcage. It was so hot that the water was already enveloping the entire bathroom in steam. "Jesus Christ," he grumbled and I turned my head to look up at him, finding sweat beading up on his forehead. I watched, as if not attached to the traitorous appendage, as my arm rose slowly, rubbing the sweat away, leaving a trail of the hot bath water in its wake. Repo's hand closed around my wrist, holding it aloft for a second as his eyes pierced into me, before slowly lowering it back into the water. "You gotta sweat out this fever," he explained to fill the awkward silence.

"You don't need to be here."