A warm voice speaks to her, his lips barely touching her ear. “I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." The voice is like velvet; strong, hypnotic, luring. His scent is like early morning dew in the forest. He's sunshine, rain, musk, and fresh air all in one. The air rushing around Lisa’s body forces her to hold her breath, afraid of what will happen if she speaks.
She has no perception of her surroundings. Not knowing where she is, other than against a man’s body that she doesn’t know, sickness begins to overtake her. Abruptly, she’s on the ground and his arms gently release her, allowing her to regain her balance. The white veil over her eyes remains for a moment longer and her eyesight begins to return. Her hands reach out in front of her in hopes of touching something solid. As the white veil blinding her slowly removes itself, her eyes begin to let in hues of light. Blinking a few times, her eyesight fully returns. How did she get into the alley behind the club?
Turning quickly, trying to take in her surroundings, her back presses against the wall of the club, her breath pulling in quickly as panic takes over again. “Hello?" she says, trembling.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?" Lisa’s head snaps to the right and she screams out. The guy who just came outside jumps back and glares at her. He's tall, with muscles rippling throughout his body. His white fitted t-shirt is in contrast to his dark skin. He stands over her as his light tan eyes look into her green ones. His brows turn up slightly in concern. "Are you okay? Did someone bring you out here?"
Lisa shakes her head. Everything that has just happened seems to vanish from her mind. Looking up at him, she stares for a moment. "Umm, I'm not sure what happened. I was in the bathroom; next thing I know, I'm here." Feeling a fog clouding her mind, she reaches up and brushes her fingers over her forehead.
"Do you want me to call you a cab?" Standing with Lisa, he watches her, thinking she probably had too much to drink. He shakes his head. "I can't leave you out here alone."
"What?" She looks up at him. "Oh, right. No, that's okay. I have a car outside. Thank-you, though."
Leaning against the wall, she dusts off her feet and slips her heels back on. She pushes herself off the wall and starts walking back towards the club entrance. Having no idea what has just happened or how she got out here, she’s definitely convinced that her drink was spiked with something. "I just need to get my friend.” He nods as he walks behind her.
The music grows louder the further they walk in. Lisa turns to face the bouncer. "What's your name?"
"Shawn." He looks down at Lisa.
"Hi Shawn, I'm Lisa. Would you mind, umm…" She bites her lip.
"Staying close?" He raises a brow.
"Yeah. Is that okay?” She pauses for a moment. “I really don't know how I got outside." Wrapping her arms around her waist, she looks up with confused eyes.
He nods. "Not a problem. Where's your friend?" Looking out towards the bar where she remembered Tad being earlier, she sees Jill sitting next to him, talking and laughing.
Sighing with relief, Lisa begins stepping further into the club. "Right there.” She looks up at Shawn. “Thank-you.”
"You're welcome.” He smirks at Lisa. “A fine young thing like you outside alone? Yeah, not while I'm on duty. Let's go, shorty." She smiles up at him.
When they walk up to Jill, Tad turns and looks at Shawn with a raised brow, then down at Lisa. Jill turns to see what Tad is looking at, then faces Lisa, standing up. "Are you okay? Did something happen?”
"I'm fine. I'm not quite sure, but I'm ready to go home." Lisa watches Jill's face fall slightly. Nodding, Jill turns to Tad.
He speaks up. "If it's all the same to you, I'll be happy to drive her home." Jill smiles, then turns back to Lisa.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Call me."
Lisa turns to leave, Shawn following close behind her. Jill slips back up on the stool and back into Tad's company as Lisa walks out the door. The music fades behind them and the night air blows over her exposed skin. "Excuse me," she tells Shawn, reaching into her clutch and pulling out her valet tab, handing it to the valet. When she thinks that Shawn isn’t watching, causally, she adjusts her bra. He chuckles, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "What?" Lisa smiles softly.
"Oh, nothing. Just curious about what you’re doing. Women tend to hide stuff in there. You know…money, ID, kitchen sink."
Lisa furrows her brows, then laughs. "There's no way I can get a kitchen sink in my small bra.” She grins as the valet runs off to fetch her car.
"I hate them huge. Yours are perfect. Don't make 'em bigger than what they are." Lisa looks up at him as Shawn winks at her. "Not every man out there likes huge cans."
Her eyes open up a little wider. “Cans?”
"Yeah. Cans, jugs, melons, tits, whatever." Shawn chuckles as Lisa's car is pulled around. "Damn girl! Nice ride!" He whistles, as he checks out her car.