CHAPTER SEVEN: Nick
The storm literally battered my body as I trudged out of the bar and tried to open the car door. It was nearly frozen shut. I wedged my fingers around the frame and gave it a good jerk while lifting up on the handle. The door opened with a crack and I climbed in behind the wheel. It was like climbing inside a refrigerator. I glanced back to see Rebecca looking at me through a crack in the door. I gave her a little wave and she closed the door.
I stuck the key in the ignition and turned it long enough to let the engine turn over but not start. I didn’t see her at the door anymore, but I had to make a good show of it. I pretended to try to start the car again. By now I was fucking freezing my royal balls off. It was time to put my plan into action.
My suitcase was in the seat next to me. I took the handle in my right hand and pushed open the door with my left shoulder. A few minutes more and the door would have been frozen shut. I climbed out of the car, slammed the door, and stomped through the knee-high snow to the front door.
I pushed on the door, but it was locked. I realized that the lights inside the bar had gone off. A twinge of panic crept through me. The wind bit at my ears like icy teeth. The snow was blinding. The wind swept it into my eyes. I could feel ice forming on my eyebrows and beneath my runny nose.
I pounded on the door and yelled her name. After a minute, a light came on inside the bar and Rebecca appeared on the other side of the door. She unbolted the lock and opened the door. I practically fell inside.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking at me like I was a crazy man. I was freezing my balls off, but I wasn’t so frozen that I didn’t notice that she had taken off the red flannel shirt and was wearing the white T-shirt with no bra underneath. The cold air made her nipples stand at attention, which pumped warm blood into the parts of me I thought I’d surely lost to frostbite.
“My car,” I said, struggling to catch my breath. “It won’t start. I’m afraid I can’t leave.”
When I glanced into her eyes, I wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement staring back at me. Not that it mattered. I was not going anywhere. This was my version of kidnapping the damsel and making her my own. The weather was my accomplice. My cock began to warm from the inside out in anticipation of taking her from behind.
“You’ll have to spend the night here,” she said with a look of compassion on her pretty face. “I have an apartment upstairs. There’s a couch. And heat.”
“Is there a hot shower?” I asked. I rubbed my hands together and pretended to be colder than I was. I didn’t have to put on much of a show. My cock aside, the rest of me felt like I was submerged in a bucket of ice.
Perhaps the idiot in the travel office would get a bonus rather than getting fired.
She gave me a pensive look. “A hot shower?”
I gave her an embarrassed smile. “I come from a place with weather much like this. My mother says nothing wards off the chill of a cold night like a hot shower.” I held up my hands. “I understand if it’s too much to ask. It was a silly question.”
“No, it’s not silly at all,” she said, warming my face with her eyes. “In fact, my dad used to say the same thing. You can take a hot shower. I’ll heat up some soup I have in the fridge.”
“That’s really not necessary,” I said. The little voice inside my head began whispering in my ear. Not surprisingly, the little voice was my father’s: Fuck soup, boy! Get this woman to a bed at once and claim your rights! My stomach growled in response. It wouldn’t take long to eat one little bowl of soup…
She let her green eyes go around my face for a moment and then gave me a nod and gestured for me to follow.
We went through the door leading into the kitchen. There was a narrow staircase leading to the second floor.
“This way,” she said. “We’ll have you thawed out in no time.”
CHAPTER EIGHT: Rebecca
I had just enough time to get upstairs and take off my flannel shirt and bra, and then I heard someone calling my name. It took a moment for me to realize that it was coming from outside. I went to the apartment window and peered out. Nick’s car was still in the lot, covered in half a foot of snow.
I forgot about putting my shirt back on as I rushed down the stairs. I found poor Nick freezing at the front door. His car wouldn’t start. He’d have to stay the night.
Oh no… Insert smiley face…
Nick followed me up to the tiny apartment. I showed him where the bathroom was. He wanted to take a hot shower to knock off the chill. My dad used to do the same thing, so I didn’t find anything odd about it.
“I’ll heat up some soup for you,” I said, handing him a towel. “I have a great hot water heater. Take as long as you like.”