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was like a drug to me… insidious, dangerous, and
tempting. He rocked a pair of jeans and a black long sleeve t-shirt, his dark
brown hair was shaggy and flopped into his blue eyes and everything about him
spelled danger to me. He was a shit husband. Then he spotted Nik.
    “Who’s
this?” he asked, staring at Nik from the kitchen.
    I
heard Nik sigh before he rose, as if dealing with dickheads was part of the
norm when dating a girl. He came towards us.
    “This
is a colleague of mine,” I said.
    “A
colleague?” Adam mocked me. Nik looked equally unimpressed. Adam was always
insanely jealous; happy to play the field himself but woe betide me if I
glanced at anyone.
    “I’m
the media officer for the Saints’, Adam, and Nik is a Saint, so to speak,” I
said, moving to stand between the two men. Nik was easily a foot or so taller
and wider, but Adam was street smart.
    I
introduced them. “Nik Wagner, Adam Lattimore.” Nik went to extend his hand to
shake and Adam folded his arms. I felt Nik bristle beside me.
    “Like
them pretty now, do you?” Adam asked me.
     “Actually
I.Qs are in now, buddy,” Nik shot back and I laughed instinctively which was
the wrong thing to do. Adam pushed me away to reach Nik and I hit the wall, he
swung one good shot at Nik connecting with his eye and as Nik reeled back with
the surprise hit, Adam took off. He was gone in seconds.
    “Fucking
hell.” Nik straightened and reached for me. “Are you okay, Sah-sha?”
    “I’m fine.” I straightened my
clothes.
    “Little punk.” Nik started out the
door but I grabbed his arm, my hand barely going around half of the muscles in
his arms.
    “Nik,
leave it, please,” I begged, “please.”
    Nik
turned back to look at me, took a deep breath and walked back inside, closing
the door. I hated to think what damage they might do to each other.
    I
touched his face and he flinched slightly. He was darkening slightly around one
eye and he had a trickle of blood on his cheek from a cut. Adam’s ring must
have cut his face.
    “I’m
really sorry, Nik,” I said, studying his face. “I know he doesn’t deserve to
get away with that.”
    “It’s
okay, don’t worry about it.” He shrugged.
    “I
will worry about it, now lean against the bench,” I ordered him. He did what he
was told which was refreshing. I opened a drawer in the kitchen where I had
some basic first aid stuff and found some antiseptic.
    “Stay
put for a sec,” I said, and raced to the bathroom to grab tissues and cotton
balls. I returned, dampened the cotton balls in warm water and cleaned the cut.
His blue eyes watched me with just a hint of amusement and a bit of lust, well
I think it was lust since we’d eaten already. I leaned up on my toes and
touched some antiseptic against the cut.
    “Ouch, Sah-sha.” He pulled away from me.
    “Don’t be such a baby,” I said,
returning to pat his face. He closed his eyes and let me. He really was
gorgeous, I could just kiss those lips while he leaned there looking so
peaceful. “There, that’s done. You won’t be as pretty for a while, but some
girls like rugged.”
    “That so?” he asked with interest.
    “So I’ve heard. I’ll make you
another coffee while you sit and hold some ice to your eye. Go relax,” I said.
    “Hmm.” He grunted and headed back
to the sofa. He began to clean up our plates on the coffee table and I ordered
him to leave it. It was good that he followed orders so easily. I must remember
that, could come in handy at work too.
    I came over with a tea towel laden
with ice cubes—déjà vu from his last visit—and handed them to him. Instead of
taking the ice, he took my hips.
    “You put it on,” he said, and
pulled me closer. I guess it was the least I could do and he did look like he
needed some tender lovin’ care. I bit my lip and hesitated just a moment
knowing where this might lead. He took the decision away from me, and pulled me
down onto his lap to straddle him, all the time he