Chapter Two Sunday Heather

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Thank you for taking a moment to stop in and read my content. I originally wrote this for myself with no intention to share. But I thought what the heck, did some hasty editing and posted. I am open to all comments, suggestion, ideas, etc. I hope to write other content as well as I get going.

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Heather wakes slowly, groggily... her head aching. She opens her eyes slowly and looks at the strange room she is in. Gradually, it starts to come back to her... the utility shed, those men... and him... She props herself up on her elbow and turns, her head still pounding, seeing him sitting there, watching her.

"Hi... " she whispers, looking at him, still confused, then lays back again, unable to keep her eyes open.

"Hi my sweet, " he replies and she feels his presence on the bed beside her.

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"Heather... I'm so very sorry. After the incident in the park, I needed to get you away from there quickly. I brought you to one of my homes. A doctor has cared for you, and he will be here again shortly to make sure there are no lingering affects."

I watch her roll carefully towards me, her eyes still closed. Slowly, she cracks open one eye and looks at me.

"I have watched over you all night. I do apologize for removing your clothes, but I didn't have anything suitable for you to wear. I had not planned on you being here for quite some time."

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Heather listens to his words, and realizes she is naked beneath the wonderful blankets. She thinks to protest, but instead opens her eyes fully, smiling warmly at him.

"You saved me. I knew I shouldn't run so close to that shed..." she shivers slightly remembering it all in a flash... then she looks at him again. "You saved me."

Sliding towards him, she reaches a hand out from beneath the blankets, and he places hers between his own, leaning towards her, kissing the back of her hand tenderly.

"No one will hurt you ever again... I swear it." His eyes are dark and intense and serious.. and deadly. She has seen him in action and she knows he means his words.

"I believe you... this was not your fault."

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I smile at her and kiss her hand again.

"Stay here for a moment. I will bring you something to wear. The doctor is going to come soon to check on you... then we'll see about getting you some breakfast. It's late but I thought it was best to let you sleep.

She smiles up at me sweetly. "thank you..." she breaths, holding my hand tightly for a moment, before letting me slip away. "hurry back.. please."

She is still scared and rattled. I stroke her hair and smile a promise before I leave.

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Heather pulls the blankets up close and closes her eyes again. She feels shaken, yet in this bed, in his home... she is calm, safe, happy. He saved her... he rescued her... he cared for her all night... he is bringing a doctor for her. With those thoughts and a long sigh, she slips into light sleep.

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I am completely unprepared and finally decide on one of my white dress shirts. I check with Marco downstairs to be sure the doctor is on his way then return to her. I close the door quietly as I see her sleeping, but she opens her eyes and smiles at me.

"Hello there." she breathes.

"Hi. I'm sorry, but I don't have anything for you to wear. I have someone coming a bit later with some options, but for now, this will have to due."

She props herself up on an elbow and takes the shirt with a bright smile.

"I will step out and let you slip this on... the doc will be here in a moment..."

She laughs and sits up, the blankets falling from her naked body. I turn quickly, trying to be gentlemanly, and she giggles. I hear her rustling behind me as she slides into the shirt. In a moment, she wraps her arms around me from behind, putting her head against my back. I am very aware of her body pressing against me.

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Heather hangs onto him for a long minute, then steps back and he turns. She smiles shyly as he looks at her, and he is unable to take his eyes off her. She looks down shyly, but when she looks up, he smiles warmly.

"You are every bit the goddess I have been telling you about Heather. You are my goddess!"

She giggles and looks down again, blushing, but is slowly starting to believe him. She lets him lead her back to bed and he props her against a stack of pillows, pulling the blanket to her waist modestly.

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"While I plan to make you mine and modestly will not be needed between us, it is not yet that time. And the doc only knows that you were injured in my presence and I am responsible for your care."

Marco knocks softly and leads the doctor in.

"Patrick." he shakes my hand. "How is our patient this morning?" he smiles at Heather, sitting beside her in the chair.

"I'm ok I think. A little sore and I have a headache."

Dr. Johnson gives her a thorough exam, checking her eyes, checking and cleaning the cut from the blow to her head. The evidence of the slap has all but vanished. Lastly, he pulls the blankets down, checking the abrasions on her left knee and her lower right leg. Satisfied, he delivers his instructions.

"You are a lucky young lady from what I have heard. You are fortunate my friend Patrick was there. I sparred with him at the gym once... once... " he laughs. "I don't see anything that won't be healed in a couple days. Take ibuprofen or acetaminophen for the headaches. If they last beyond the afternoon, Patrick, please call me and we'll check things again... but I think she's going to be fine."

"Thank you doc. I'm sorry to have disturbed you last night and I really appreciate your help and friendship. Let's have dinner this week?"

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As the doctor leaves, Heather rolls on her side, and snuggles up against the wonderful pillows. Patrick is his name... she remembers hearing it at work once, but didn't recall it until now. He walks to the attached bathroom and returns with Advil. He grabs a water bottle from the wet bar near the windows and hands them to her. Heather sits up and takes the Advil, hoping it will dull the ache in her head.

"are you hungry?"

"Yes, please."

"anything, just name it..."

"Fruit, maybe? Toast with a little butter?... and coffee!" she smiles.

"I'll see to the fruit and toast. As for coffee, I thought we'd go to Apollo together once you have a shower and dress."

"That sounds wonderful!" she smiles.

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I head to the kitchen and wash some blueberries, strawberries and slice a piece of melon. The toast is done quickly and I place it all on a tray and carry it up. As I enter, she smiles radiantly and sits up quickly, and I can't help but notice her breasts moving freely under the white shirt, her nipples slightly stiff, poking at the thin white fabric and a hint of her areola. I also notice several more buttons are undone... displaying her upper chest almost completely, providing a lovely view of her tanned cleavage.

I set the tray across her lap and sit beside her, watching her eat. My eyes are blurry from lack of sleep and I haven't eaten. She eats quickly, hungrily and I laugh as she bites into a strawberry, the juice dripping off and falling onto her chest, running down to disappear between her breasts. She looks up at me and laughs. Taking the cloth napkin, she pulls the shirt away and dabs at her skin, wiping away the strawberry. As she pulls at the shirt, she exposes her entire left breast to me. I avert my eyes in a gentlemanly gesture.

"I thought you liked my breasts!" she teases, and now it's my turn to blush.

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Heather smiles at him as he blushes, looking away like a complete gentleman. She regards him thoughtfully. He is definitely the same man from this week. The same man from last night, completely destroying those men. The same man, but she is seeing him for the first time. Power. Proper. Handsome. Dangerous. Still mysterious... but also slightly shy. She watches him as his eyes look at her again and she can see how tired he is.

"You're exhausted!"

She lifts the tray, setting it aside and slips from the blankets. Taking his hand, she pulls him up and pushes him at the bed.

"Heather... I cannot. I have to care for you today."

"Shut up," she smiles, pushing him to sit. He continues to protest, but she is insistent.

"I am fine and you need rest. I can see it in your eyes... you haven't slept a wink, have you?"

"no."

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"Ok, then. It's settled. It's my turn to take care of you... and NO arguing. Lay back..." she smiles softly, pushing at me, making me lie down. I resist and she sits on the bed beside me.

"Please rest...? Marco is here and probably 10 other guys if I know you at all. I am fine and will be fine. Please, rest... please... for me?" she smiles sweetly.

"ok, but only for an hour or so. Please wake me by noon. Promise me?" I add.

"Yes, I promise. Now close your eyes..." she bends over me and kisses my forehead lightly.

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Patrick passes out quickly and she wanders into the beautiful bathroom. She takes a wonderful shower and towels off before slipping back into the shirt. Spying the key on its chain, she slips it over her head. She wanders the condo, finding the master suite but she doesn't enter, not wanting to pry. A third guest room is also on this floor. Slowly, she pads down the stairs to the main floor.

"Hello Miss Heather!"

Heather turns to see a large man approach.

"Hello," she smiles brightly in return.

"I am Marco. I really apologize for what happened..."

Heather smiles and playfully puts a finger to his lips. "It's ok Marco. I am fine. Patrick tried to apologize and I put him to bed... he didn't sleep a wink last night... did he?"

"No ma'am. He never would. He is a man of singular focus and drive," he smiles. "Come with me, we can have some coffee and I can show you around if you're not tired."

Marco leads her into the kitchen and makes her a wonderful cup of coffee. He leaves her sitting at a small table looking out over the trees for several minutes. When he returns, he gives her a quick tour, there's a great room, dining area, office and exercise room. The great room opens to a roof top patio, complete with a pool and Jacuzzi.

"Marco, would it be ok if I finish my coffee out here? Is it ok if I go for a swim?"

"Of course Miss Heather. Please enjoy. The terrace is completely secluded and I will make sure the staff gives you privacy. I can call and have some suits brought for you..."

"No, that's fine Marco. Since things are private... lol."

"Excellent. Enjoy yourself. Please ring the bell near the patio doors if you need anything at all. I won't be far."

"Thank you Marco..." she smiles, then leans in and gives him a peek on the cheek... "and thank you for taking care of me."

"Thank you Miss Heather, but you don't have to thank me for anything. This was all Patrick."

Heather finds thick towels on a rack to the side and finds a lounge chair in the sun. She removes the shirt and sits back, enjoying the sun on her skin. She lays for a long while, letting the sunshine kiss her skin, feeling it's warmth and energy. A few times her mind floats back to the previous evening and she sits up, her eyes blinking. But she quickly remembers Patrick... his strength and power and determination... how quickly he dispatched her attackers... how careful he was with her... the danger in his eyes when confronting the thugs, and the complete opposite moments later as he came to her.

In a while, she slips into the pool, the water cooling her skin and she floats and swims, enjoying the moment. After a leisurely lap or two around the pool, she swims to the side, putting her arms over the infinity edge, looking out over the park and the city beyond, fingering the key hanging from her neck. Who is this man? Who is Patrick? He is certainly successful and wealthy. He is extremely capable... and dangerous... and... tender and kind at the same time. And he wants her... she could see it in his eyes this morning. She thinks of what he has asked her so far and what he has done... and she starts to put the pieces together. It has been sexual of course, but she doesn't think that is entirely what he intended... she has added her new found sexuality to this recipe... and she doesn't think he was entirely expecting it... he was prepared, but it was unexpected... for him and for her. But there's more. He wants her to be submissive... and obedient... but not without purpose. He wants to take care of her... and wants to be cared for in return. And while the sexual tension is undeniable, it is not all he seeks.

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I wake to Marco entering the room. I sit up quickly, rubbing at my eyes.

"Is Heather ok? Where is she?" I ask urgently.

"She is enjoying the terrace sir. I hope you don't mind... and she insisted. I've got coffee for you and some food. Please eat."

I smile and stand, patting Marco's shoulder.

"Thank you my friend. I'm sorry if my words are hasty. I'm still tired I suppose. Let's get that coffee...and yes, I'm famished!"

Soon, I am heading to the terrace, intending to check on Heather and then eat. As I walk out, she is on the far side, leaning on the infinity edge. Marco sets the tray on a table and withdraws politely.

"Good Morning!" I call.

She turns quickly and I see she is naked.

"HI!" she smiles brightly, swimming to my end.

I sit, dangling my legs into the water, sipping my coffee as she comes to the edge.

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Heather beams as she turns to see him walking toward the pool wearing a white linen shirt and shorts. She swims to meet him as he sits on the edge. Without hesitating, and completely without shame, she stands in the shallow water, wrapping her arms around him, giving him a warm kiss on the cheek.

"Hey!" he laughs as she soaks him, but he doesn't pull away, simply setting his coffee to the side. "How are you...?" his fingers brushing her hair away to examine the small cut and bruise.

Heather smiles and slips from him and back into the water, "I'm wonderful. Your pool is fantastic... I hope you don't mind..."

"How could I? I'm happy you're enjoying yourself." His eyes flash down to her naked boobs under the surface, but then his face darkens. He looks into the distance, then looks back to her, a simple pain in his dark, intense eyes.

"Heather, I failed you completely yesterday. It was entirely my fault. I promised to watch over you and yet those men... they hurt you. I cannot forgive myself..."

Heather knows where he is going and moves close to him and as he starts to apologize, she places a finger over his lips as she did Marco.

"No apologies," she smiles. "Those men said they had been watching me... and I know I've seen the smaller guy before in the park, weeks ago. If you hadn't been there, they would have raped me and probably killed me..."

"It's my fault. I should have seen it coming. Should have known who those men were..."

"Shut up!" she laughs again. "You WERE there. You saved me. I owe you my life."

Patrick looks at her, the pain easing a bit. He takes her hands in his and looks into her eyes.

"Those men will never hurt you ever again. I've spoken to the police commander, Sean Kelly, and the prosecutor. They all have long records and will be behind bars for a long time. NO one will ever hurt you... I promise."

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She laughs at me and slugs me on the arm... "yeah, and two of them will probably never walk right again..." She falls back into the water, and I smile. She IS ok. She is strong and a fighter when it comes right down to it. She fought back against them on her own. I note to give her lessons soon.

"Come here." I smile.

She swims over, laying her arms over the edge of the pool, looking up at me. I touch her face and then slide my fingers along her hair, revealing the wicked looking cut above her ear. I wince as I see it...

"It's ok... honest. Your doctor friend put some ointment on it and as long as I don't touch it much, it's fine. I'll have a nice battle scar..." she giggles. "And my headache is completely gone, just as he said."

"I'm so very relieved. I was worried about you all night."

"I know... you didn't sleep... and really only have an hour even so. I should put you back to bed..."

"No, I'm ok. The coffee is helping and I will catch up later. What do you wish to do for the rest of the day? I turn over all control to you."

"Really?" she beams. "I could swim all day... and jump in the Jacuzzi... and dinner...

"And you shall have it all. I'll call my friend Sarah and she will take you shopping... get a suit, a dress, whatever you want. Then back here for more swimming and lounging. After that, I'll have my chef prepare a nice private dinner..."

I stammer and stop talking as she looks at me with laughter in her eyes.

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"oh my gosh, you do like to take over... " she giggles at him... "and I would protest but everything you said sounds absolutely wonderful. May I add a little to the plan?"

"Yes, of course... and I'm sorry. Whatever you like as I promised."

"no, it's fine. I don't want to make you feel bad... you have been nothing but wonderful to me..." she smiles softly. "I only ask this... let's have dinner out here on the terrace... I love being out under the stars and candlelight, almost like dinner on the beach!"

"Sounds fabulous!" he smiles but she cuts him off...

"... and... while I am out with Sarah, you sleep. please..." she says, placing a hand lightly on his thigh, looking up at his tired eyes, knowing he needs more rest.

He smiles down at her, placing his hand on her face tenderly.

"please... " she smiles... "Send Marco and the entire army with me while I shop... I'll be fine."

He smiles softly and knows he cannot fight her on this one...

"Ok. I'll lay down for a bit again. Let's enjoy a little coffee together and I need to eat.. maybe you would like a bite again too." He stands and fetches her towel, holding it out for her.

Heather walks purposefully to the nearby steps and moves up, water dripping from her nude body. Patrick turns his head politely, holding the towel out for her. She smiles and wraps the large thick towel around herself.

"Thank you."

Patrick leads her to the table under the lattice, and presses a button. Soon a middle aged woman brings out more coffee, cream, sugar, some strips of bacon, toasted bagels, butter, cream cheese, and more fruit... strawberries, melon, blueberries and more.

"Thank you Marie. Please meet Heather. Would you like to join us?" Patrick asks her.

"Very pleased to meet you Marie!" Heather smiles, standing and taking her hand.

"You are so pretty Miss Heather." she smiles as Heather blushes. " and no, thank you kindly Patrick. If you are good, I would like to take my boys to the park."

"Certainly. Heather and I can manage here. Thank you for coming today on such short notice. Please say hi to Scott and Peter for me. And take the kiddos to Katie's... on me... I won't hear otherwise."

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Heather and I enjoy some coffee and the breakfast Marie brought. Heather sits back in the chair, her knees up, her feet on the edge, watching me closely and I smile back... "what?"

"I like watching you... even how you fix your coffee... plenty of cream... some sugar... "

"We are similar then... you take your coffee with cream as well, not as much as I do, but I think you might use more sugar..." I smile at her.

"You know so much about me... " she says, sitting up. "I want to know you."

Slowly, as if she has thought about it quite a bit, Heather takes the small key nestled between her breasts and pulls the chain over her head and sets it on the table.

"I no longer need this..." she says, looking at me with understanding in her eyes.